<?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-7364425897334027092</id><updated>2012-02-15T18:33:49.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my things</title><subtitle type='html'>"Let's just live.
Whatever happens, happens."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382359919868523645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AavGO8V_Hes/TzxqnqQd4oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DWjcxWoHL2I/s220/foto.blog.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364425897334027092.post-1240845301579356382</id><published>2011-09-06T17:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T18:18:06.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nzqh9oD2z3M/TmbC3-OJ1zI/AAAAAAAAADw/WlBSlnZMC1I/s1600/alone.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649417049433823026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nzqh9oD2z3M/TmbC3-OJ1zI/AAAAAAAAADw/WlBSlnZMC1I/s320/alone.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há coisas que realmente me chocam...principalmente quando são ditas por amigos, aqueles amigos que pensamos que são para a vida toda...por mais que tente não consigo perceber certas atitudes. Decididamente tenho que aprender a confiar menos nas pessoas e a contar o mínimo possível sobre mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre me disseram "guarda o melhor para ti e não confies em toda a gente só porque te sorriem"... verdade! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364425897334027092-1240845301579356382?l=amythings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/feeds/1240845301579356382/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364425897334027092&amp;postID=1240845301579356382' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/1240845301579356382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/1240845301579356382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/2011/09/what.html' title='what?'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382359919868523645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AavGO8V_Hes/TzxqnqQd4oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DWjcxWoHL2I/s220/foto.blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nzqh9oD2z3M/TmbC3-OJ1zI/AAAAAAAAADw/WlBSlnZMC1I/s72-c/alone.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364425897334027092.post-3388131368775523531</id><published>2011-08-31T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T11:36:05.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Realmente erro demais...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rGHkGXJ-KwU/Tl574TU-ehI/AAAAAAAAADo/vqh0TQetFt8/s1600/lagrima.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647087189960325650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rGHkGXJ-KwU/Tl574TU-ehI/AAAAAAAAADo/vqh0TQetFt8/s320/lagrima.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Há uns dias tive uma discussão feia com um grande amigo, fiquei magoada com o que ele me disse, exagerou, mas a verdade é que se calhar em algumas coisas ele deve ter razão. Disse-me, por exemplo "muitas amigas minhas metem as patas e eu também discuto com elas, mas tu exageras!!! Tu gostas de sofrer." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, ultimamente acho que exagero na quantidade de erros...mas não, eu não sou masoquista, simplesmente há três meses perdi uma das pessoas mais importantes da minha vida, pensar que nunca mais o vou ver, nunca mais vou poder falar com ele...não é fácil, dói demais...acho que deve ser esse o motivo de eu "meter as patas" desta maneira ultimamente, acho que de alguma forma estou a tentar preencher este vazio. No entanto, nada preenche a falta que um pai faz... Infelizmente os erros apenas me distraem por um tempo para depois voltar a cair e ser ainda mais difícil levantar-me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia eu aprendo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364425897334027092-3388131368775523531?l=amythings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/feeds/3388131368775523531/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364425897334027092&amp;postID=3388131368775523531' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/3388131368775523531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/3388131368775523531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/2011/08/eu.html' title='Realmente erro demais...'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382359919868523645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AavGO8V_Hes/TzxqnqQd4oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DWjcxWoHL2I/s220/foto.blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rGHkGXJ-KwU/Tl574TU-ehI/AAAAAAAAADo/vqh0TQetFt8/s72-c/lagrima.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364425897334027092.post-509027072425384401</id><published>2011-08-30T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T18:29:22.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>estupidez? sim...mas verdade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--MKZaUPLJYU/Tl2OXo-pFHI/AAAAAAAAADg/NUEYJtFwNEo/s1600/escolha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646826044580762738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--MKZaUPLJYU/Tl2OXo-pFHI/AAAAAAAAADg/NUEYJtFwNEo/s320/escolha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque é que nós mulheres, ou pelo menos a maioria de nós, tem um homem perfeito que gosta de nós, que nos respeita, que faz tudo por nós e outro que nos ignora, nos faz sofrer, que definitivamente não nos merece...e acabamos sempre por escolher o segundo??? porque é que escolhemos sempre o errado e o perfeito é sempre "tão perfeito"? Alguém me explica? &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/7364425897334027092-509027072425384401?l=amythings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/feeds/509027072425384401/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364425897334027092&amp;postID=509027072425384401' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/509027072425384401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/509027072425384401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/2011/08/estupidez-simmas-verdade.html' title='estupidez? sim...mas verdade...'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382359919868523645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AavGO8V_Hes/TzxqnqQd4oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DWjcxWoHL2I/s220/foto.blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--MKZaUPLJYU/Tl2OXo-pFHI/AAAAAAAAADg/NUEYJtFwNEo/s72-c/escolha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364425897334027092.post-4311629438916271488</id><published>2011-04-25T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T18:00:08.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hope...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a1ypcxTp11E/TbYZELjudfI/AAAAAAAAADU/gnyvjmYwByk/s1600/60986_1325911042631_1676556420_655261_3377911_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599690746294597106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a1ypcxTp11E/TbYZELjudfI/AAAAAAAAADU/gnyvjmYwByk/s320/60986_1325911042631_1676556420_655261_3377911_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"nunca percas a esperança, e se puderes, arranja coragem para voltar a amar"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danielle Steel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só porque gostei da frase...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364425897334027092-4311629438916271488?l=amythings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/feeds/4311629438916271488/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364425897334027092&amp;postID=4311629438916271488' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/4311629438916271488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/4311629438916271488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/2011/04/hope.html' title='hope...'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382359919868523645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AavGO8V_Hes/TzxqnqQd4oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DWjcxWoHL2I/s220/foto.blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a1ypcxTp11E/TbYZELjudfI/AAAAAAAAADU/gnyvjmYwByk/s72-c/60986_1325911042631_1676556420_655261_3377911_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364425897334027092.post-5725507649497692685</id><published>2010-07-27T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T19:02:00.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>forever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Há uns dias vi o filme "a Melodia do Adeus"... sim é um bocado lamechas, mas adorei...pelo menos neste uma das personagens principais não morre como na maioria dos livros do Nicholas Sparks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não sei porquê mas fiquei com esta imagem na cabeça...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 147px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498770371235820386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-fFEYXcBOk/TE-OhNb0M2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/JGSI7M_Yksw/s320/allstars.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um dia também queria que me escrevessem "forever" nas minhas allstars velhinhas...será pedir muito??? se calhar é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s.: e provavelmente também é coisa de adolescente/"pita" ups...-.-'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7364425897334027092-5725507649497692685?l=amythings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/feeds/5725507649497692685/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364425897334027092&amp;postID=5725507649497692685' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/5725507649497692685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/5725507649497692685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/2010/07/forever.html' title='forever...'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382359919868523645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AavGO8V_Hes/TzxqnqQd4oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DWjcxWoHL2I/s220/foto.blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-fFEYXcBOk/TE-OhNb0M2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/JGSI7M_Yksw/s72-c/allstars.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364425897334027092.post-8570430006266139925</id><published>2010-07-25T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T17:09:32.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mau dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-fFEYXcBOk/TEzSM2rkiNI/AAAAAAAAACs/gpgSXHujl-U/s1600/Lagrimas-de-sangue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498000363391060178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-fFEYXcBOk/TEzSM2rkiNI/AAAAAAAAACs/gpgSXHujl-U/s320/Lagrimas-de-sangue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;se nunca esquecemos quem nos faz bem porque não esquecemos quem nos faz mal??? Seria tudo muito mais fácil...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/7364425897334027092-8570430006266139925?l=amythings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/feeds/8570430006266139925/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364425897334027092&amp;postID=8570430006266139925' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/8570430006266139925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/8570430006266139925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/2010/07/mau-dia.html' title='mau dia...'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382359919868523645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AavGO8V_Hes/TzxqnqQd4oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DWjcxWoHL2I/s220/foto.blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-fFEYXcBOk/TEzSM2rkiNI/AAAAAAAAACs/gpgSXHujl-U/s72-c/Lagrimas-de-sangue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364425897334027092.post-5017120862310699354</id><published>2010-07-06T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T10:54:44.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Ele foi uma etapa, uma pessoa que te fez feliz e que, agora, já não tem nada para te dar. E tu não podes viver agarrada ao passado"&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                            &lt;em&gt;Margarida Rebelo Pinto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364425897334027092-5017120862310699354?l=amythings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/feeds/5017120862310699354/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364425897334027092&amp;postID=5017120862310699354' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/5017120862310699354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/5017120862310699354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/2010/07/ele-foi-uma-etapa-uma-pessoa-que-te-fez.html' title=''/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382359919868523645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AavGO8V_Hes/TzxqnqQd4oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DWjcxWoHL2I/s220/foto.blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364425897334027092.post-1396774115154055998</id><published>2010-05-16T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T18:18:55.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seguir em frente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-fFEYXcBOk/S_BYaK_-j_I/AAAAAAAAACc/hx4vIfVJOfM/s1600/Converse_by_cookiecrumbles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471970753907691506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-fFEYXcBOk/S_BYaK_-j_I/AAAAAAAAACc/hx4vIfVJOfM/s320/Converse_by_cookiecrumbles.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finalmente tenho a resposta de que precisava...não a que queria, mas no fundo, bem lá no fundo sei que é o melhor para mim, pelo menos tento convencer-me disso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma das pessoas de quem eu nunca esperei nada, foi a única capaz de me dizer tudo o que eu precisava ouvir, de me dizer toda a verdade...agradeço-lhe imenso por isso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É verdade que fui muito feliz contigo, como nunca tinha sido antes...mas agora sei que tudo não passou de uma enorme mentira, nunca pensei que alguém pudesse ser tão má pessoa! Mas agora acabou...ficaste no passado e nunca mais vou olhar para traz. Para mim morreste...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora é altura de seguir em frente, de ser forte...e esquecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por isso agora só quero que me deixes ir, que nunca mais me fales como pedi...preciso de voltar a ser eu...de (re)aprender a ser feliz sozinha...longe de ti e de tudo o que fizeste...porque agora sei, longe de ti é onde devo estar...para sempre...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364425897334027092-1396774115154055998?l=amythings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/feeds/1396774115154055998/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364425897334027092&amp;postID=1396774115154055998' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/1396774115154055998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/1396774115154055998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/2010/05/seguir-em-frente.html' title='Seguir em frente...'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382359919868523645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AavGO8V_Hes/TzxqnqQd4oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DWjcxWoHL2I/s220/foto.blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-fFEYXcBOk/S_BYaK_-j_I/AAAAAAAAACc/hx4vIfVJOfM/s72-c/Converse_by_cookiecrumbles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364425897334027092.post-2120333505260422810</id><published>2010-03-26T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T13:10:18.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia apaixono-me pela pessoa certa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364425897334027092-2120333505260422810?l=amythings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/feeds/2120333505260422810/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364425897334027092&amp;postID=2120333505260422810' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/2120333505260422810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/2120333505260422810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/2010/03/um-dia-apaixono-me-pela-pessoa-certa.html' title='Um dia apaixono-me pela pessoa certa...'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382359919868523645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AavGO8V_Hes/TzxqnqQd4oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DWjcxWoHL2I/s220/foto.blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364425897334027092.post-8803366530782962337</id><published>2010-03-20T08:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T09:08:31.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>x'(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-fFEYXcBOk/S6Ty7Sbww_I/AAAAAAAAACU/ReWKjL1KC-g/s1600-h/egfeh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 257px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450748549399626738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-fFEYXcBOk/S6Ty7Sbww_I/AAAAAAAAACU/ReWKjL1KC-g/s320/egfeh.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ontem decidi não pensar mais nele...mas a a quem é que eu quero enganar? Tudo me faz lembrar dele, até a mais pequena coisa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria perceber porque acabou, queria que houvesse pelo menos um motivo lógico, como é possível as coisas mudarem assim tão rápido? Logo agora que estava tudo perfeito, que pela primeira vez na vida pude dizer que era feliz! Habituei-me demais a tua presença...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nunca pensei que me pudesses fazer tanta falta...x'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Digo todos os dias "foi a última vez que chorei por ti"...um dia vou conseguir cumprir a promessa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364425897334027092-8803366530782962337?l=amythings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/feeds/8803366530782962337/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364425897334027092&amp;postID=8803366530782962337' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/8803366530782962337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/8803366530782962337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/2010/03/x.html' title='x&apos;('/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382359919868523645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AavGO8V_Hes/TzxqnqQd4oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DWjcxWoHL2I/s220/foto.blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-fFEYXcBOk/S6Ty7Sbww_I/AAAAAAAAACU/ReWKjL1KC-g/s72-c/egfeh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364425897334027092.post-5387146099848556339</id><published>2010-03-16T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T17:48:34.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mau timing...:'(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-fFEYXcBOk/S6AmhOroSPI/AAAAAAAAACM/HxzbIJmWlS0/s1600-h/547605bxn6xpql0x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 254px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449397901436930290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-fFEYXcBOk/S6AmhOroSPI/AAAAAAAAACM/HxzbIJmWlS0/s320/547605bxn6xpql0x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;acabou aquela felicidade toda x'(...dizem que nada dura para sempre e é verdade...já chorei muito, tou pior do que nunca...mas no fim parece que ganhei um amigo, e pode ser que ainda resulte...é esperar para ver...xS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Felizmente tenho amigos fantásticos...e hoje um disse-me isto: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"deves ter esperança, mas estar consciente de que ele pode não voltar...de certa forma é dizer que deves lutar por ele mas sem tirares os pés do chão...e estando atenta porque pode surgir algo melhor" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adorei...conselho perfeito...bigada xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364425897334027092-5387146099848556339?l=amythings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/feeds/5387146099848556339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364425897334027092&amp;postID=5387146099848556339' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/5387146099848556339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/5387146099848556339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/2010/03/mau-timing.html' title='mau timing...:&apos;('/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382359919868523645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AavGO8V_Hes/TzxqnqQd4oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DWjcxWoHL2I/s220/foto.blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-fFEYXcBOk/S6AmhOroSPI/AAAAAAAAACM/HxzbIJmWlS0/s72-c/547605bxn6xpql0x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364425897334027092.post-9186414222181034222</id><published>2010-02-03T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T13:50:20.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>timings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-fFEYXcBOk/S2nviE5T8-I/AAAAAAAAACE/Ab8SPeTI8n4/s1600-h/423788a7op9owi39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434137794107929570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-fFEYXcBOk/S2nviE5T8-I/AAAAAAAAACE/Ab8SPeTI8n4/s320/423788a7op9owi39.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A vida tem o seu timing, perfeito, estranho, desesperante, obscuro...mas sempre preciso e afinado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E um dia, aos recantos ameaçadoramente escuros acaba por chegar a luz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E um dia, subitamente, tudo acaba por fazer sentido. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7364425897334027092-9186414222181034222?l=amythings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/feeds/9186414222181034222/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364425897334027092&amp;postID=9186414222181034222' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/9186414222181034222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/9186414222181034222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/2010/02/timings.html' title='timings'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382359919868523645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AavGO8V_Hes/TzxqnqQd4oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DWjcxWoHL2I/s220/foto.blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-fFEYXcBOk/S2nviE5T8-I/AAAAAAAAACE/Ab8SPeTI8n4/s72-c/423788a7op9owi39.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364425897334027092.post-5571193485690653977</id><published>2010-01-26T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T17:06:19.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>xP</title><content type='html'>Há dias em que me dá uma parvoíce enorme...e hoje é um deles...e porquê???&lt;br /&gt;Bem...ontem foi a eleição de padrinhos (tenho dois afilhados!!! xD)...e como boa madrinha lá tive eu que ir praxar, como era praxe nocturna não dormi nada de jeito e tive aulas às 9h (-.-' ninguém merece...)...andei com mau feitio o dia todo, já nem eu me conseguia aturar...lool. No fim das aulas vim para casa, dormi...e agora fiquei com a parvoíce no máximo...depois de tanto mau feitio sabe mesmo bem tar assim!xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.: isto é um post de quem não tem mais nada para fazer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364425897334027092-5571193485690653977?l=amythings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/feeds/5571193485690653977/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364425897334027092&amp;postID=5571193485690653977' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/5571193485690653977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/5571193485690653977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/2010/01/xp.html' title='xP'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382359919868523645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AavGO8V_Hes/TzxqnqQd4oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DWjcxWoHL2I/s220/foto.blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364425897334027092.post-902112123309032455</id><published>2009-11-21T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T06:36:06.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>='D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-fFEYXcBOk/Swf5rLL4UjI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fWI8HdBmHbY/s1600/2059445042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406564397813879346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-fFEYXcBOk/Swf5rLL4UjI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fWI8HdBmHbY/s320/2059445042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dizem que quando menos se espera acontece o que tanto esperamos...sempre que me diziam isso eu pensava "tretas"...mas não é que aconteceu mesmo??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Está tudo quase perfeito...até tenho medo...=S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;='D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s.: e agora lá tenho eu de ir estudar criancinhas...-.-'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364425897334027092-902112123309032455?l=amythings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/feeds/902112123309032455/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364425897334027092&amp;postID=902112123309032455' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/902112123309032455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/902112123309032455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/2009/11/d.html' title='=&apos;D'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382359919868523645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AavGO8V_Hes/TzxqnqQd4oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DWjcxWoHL2I/s220/foto.blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-fFEYXcBOk/Swf5rLL4UjI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fWI8HdBmHbY/s72-c/2059445042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364425897334027092.post-2994290458807950150</id><published>2009-10-31T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T18:04:19.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anda tudo maluco...</title><content type='html'>Por favor se alguém tiver um livro de instruções para homens que me dê...lool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando têm não querem, quando perdem já voltam a querer...é que não há paciência...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois há aqueles que não se sabe se estão a falar a sério, se estão a brincar ou pior se são grandes garanhões e dizem o mesmo a todas...bahhhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364425897334027092-2994290458807950150?l=amythings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/feeds/2994290458807950150/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364425897334027092&amp;postID=2994290458807950150' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/2994290458807950150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/2994290458807950150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/2009/10/anda-tudo-maluco.html' title='Anda tudo maluco...'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382359919868523645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AavGO8V_Hes/TzxqnqQd4oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DWjcxWoHL2I/s220/foto.blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364425897334027092.post-2540968522874395470</id><published>2009-10-16T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T15:35:37.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fui desafiada...</title><content type='html'>...pela megan! E aqui estou eu a responder...xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O desafio consiste em responder a 3 perguntas e passar o desafio a um mínimo de 5 pessoas:&lt;br /&gt;1 - Quem mais gostas de abraçar no presente?&lt;br /&gt;2 - Quem nunca abraçarias?&lt;br /&gt;3 - Quem davas tudo para poder abraçar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Os amigos...mas só os verdadeiros e os meus pais...&lt;br /&gt;2- As pessoas  de quem não gosto...e que normalmente são aquelas que já me magoaram muito mesmo...sim, porque quem me conhece sabe que é preciso muito pa eu não gostar de alguém...&lt;br /&gt;3- Aquela pessoa especial...que não sei se já apareceu ou não...lool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E os desafiados são:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://suburbiosdamente.blogspot.com/"&gt;Subúrbios da mente&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oquemevainacabeca.blogspot.com/"&gt;O que me vai na cabeça&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinceladasdemagia.blogspot.com/"&gt;TonsDeMagia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://apenasoprimeiroblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Folhas de Rascunho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só desafio 4...já é bom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364425897334027092-2540968522874395470?l=amythings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/feeds/2540968522874395470/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364425897334027092&amp;postID=2540968522874395470' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/2540968522874395470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/2540968522874395470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/2009/10/fui-desafiada.html' title='Fui desafiada...'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382359919868523645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AavGO8V_Hes/TzxqnqQd4oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DWjcxWoHL2I/s220/foto.blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364425897334027092.post-2112725729730484672</id><published>2009-10-07T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T15:48:59.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Que dia!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-fFEYXcBOk/Ss0arvfCt1I/AAAAAAAAABw/7bArn9y1U3U/s1600-h/shin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 308px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389993667815716690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-fFEYXcBOk/Ss0arvfCt1I/AAAAAAAAABw/7bArn9y1U3U/s320/shin2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje é um daqueles dias em que o melhor que podia ter feito era dormir o dia todo!!! Acordo mal disposta como sempre com o despertador (coisinha mais irritante) dirijo-me para o WC e não há água, quero ligar para o porteiro para perguntar o que se passa e tentar resolver o assunto e &lt;em&gt;txanam&lt;/em&gt;...telefone avariado!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois desta sorte toda lá vai a Angey para as aulas...uma seca desgraçada com uma prof. que não tem jeitinho nenhum para aquilo. No fim lá vou eu tirar as fotocópias que é suposto ler rapidamente e a senhora diz-me que a máquina está ocupada e que só amanha é que pode tirar...isto hoje tudo corre bem...passo a tarde na residência sem fazer nada de jeito e à noite resolve toda a gente sair com os respectivos namorados/as...(será que é dia dos namorados e eu não sei?) e estou eu aqui numa quarta-feira académica a ver séries e a deprimir com doces...pelo menos está a chover, custa menos estar aqui enfiada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E aparecer o raio do príncipe encantado que supostamente há para todas não??? bahhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364425897334027092-2112725729730484672?l=amythings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/feeds/2112725729730484672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364425897334027092&amp;postID=2112725729730484672' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/2112725729730484672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/2112725729730484672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/2009/10/que-dia.html' title='Que dia!!!'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382359919868523645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AavGO8V_Hes/TzxqnqQd4oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DWjcxWoHL2I/s220/foto.blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-fFEYXcBOk/Ss0arvfCt1I/AAAAAAAAABw/7bArn9y1U3U/s72-c/shin2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364425897334027092.post-7799687295516684905</id><published>2009-10-04T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T17:39:32.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu sei que não devia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-fFEYXcBOk/SskOJF1Tl0I/AAAAAAAAABo/3rOy50eeTkU/s1600-h/ponto_interrogacao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 288px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388853978472879938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-fFEYXcBOk/SskOJF1Tl0I/AAAAAAAAABo/3rOy50eeTkU/s320/ponto_interrogacao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...mas quando voltei a ver uma pessoa as pernas voltaram a tremer, o coração quase saía pela boca, no estômago lá estavam as borboletas...que se passa comigo? Alguém me explica??? Era suposto isto já estar mais do que ultrapassado...suponho que isto seja aquela coisa de que todos falam, que por mais tempo que passe o primeiro amor nunca se esquece, por mais que se tenha certeza que nunca daria certo tem-se sempre estes sintomas quando se vê a pessoa em questão...espero mesmo que seja só isto e não outra "recaída"...bahhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364425897334027092-7799687295516684905?l=amythings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/feeds/7799687295516684905/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364425897334027092&amp;postID=7799687295516684905' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/7799687295516684905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/7799687295516684905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/2009/10/eu-sei-que-nao-devia.html' title='Eu sei que não devia...'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382359919868523645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AavGO8V_Hes/TzxqnqQd4oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DWjcxWoHL2I/s220/foto.blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-fFEYXcBOk/SskOJF1Tl0I/AAAAAAAAABo/3rOy50eeTkU/s72-c/ponto_interrogacao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364425897334027092.post-4191758050873911488</id><published>2009-09-28T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T10:22:17.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fechado para obras"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-fFEYXcBOk/SsDudQ9QXbI/AAAAAAAAABg/mZLIVQEc6Jc/s1600-h/Chave_do_meu_coracao_1-thumb.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386567340870622642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-fFEYXcBOk/SsDudQ9QXbI/AAAAAAAAABg/mZLIVQEc6Jc/s320/Chave_do_meu_coracao_1-thumb.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que a "casa" dos nossos sentimentos é o coração...bem, a minha anda mesmo a precisar de obras, de consertar umas fissuras, de pintar novamente as paredes, de fechar algumas portas e substituir outras...e como ultimamente já não se resolve com umas pequenas "obritas" está mesmo fechado por tempo indeterminado...para uma remodelação geral...sim porque desta vez com tanta coisa acho que a "casa" tem mesmo que ser reconstruida...&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/7364425897334027092-4191758050873911488?l=amythings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/feeds/4191758050873911488/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364425897334027092&amp;postID=4191758050873911488' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/4191758050873911488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/4191758050873911488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/2009/09/fechado-para-obras.html' title='&quot;Fechado para obras&quot;'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382359919868523645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AavGO8V_Hes/TzxqnqQd4oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DWjcxWoHL2I/s220/foto.blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-fFEYXcBOk/SsDudQ9QXbI/AAAAAAAAABg/mZLIVQEc6Jc/s72-c/Chave_do_meu_coracao_1-thumb.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364425897334027092.post-7234110725910305605</id><published>2009-09-25T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T16:53:05.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desaparecer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-fFEYXcBOk/Sr1XpAevWcI/AAAAAAAAABY/083a5-2oUb8/s1600-h/egfeh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 257px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385557091420166594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-fFEYXcBOk/Sr1XpAevWcI/AAAAAAAAABY/083a5-2oUb8/s320/egfeh.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tenho vontade de desaparecer… de fugir para bem longe…e deixar os problemas todos aqui…vontade de voltar a ser criança, de só brincar com bonecas, de não ter preocupações… crescer dói…crescer magoa, nos últimos meses mais do que nunca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cresci à força…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Sim, está crescida. Está crescida e sente-se enganada. Onde está a felicidade que lhe arrancaram no passado e lhe prometeram no futuro? Ainda a procura, mas os olhos já não luzem com essa vontade.Falta-lhe o urso de peluche. Falta-lhe a meninice. Falta-lhe o brilho nos olhos. Falta-lhe o sorriso nos lábios. Ainda lhe falta crescer.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Toda a força que tive até agora desapareceu, estou mesmo esgotada…preciso de algo bom…uma pequena coisa que me dê a força de que preciso para continuar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364425897334027092-7234110725910305605?l=amythings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/feeds/7234110725910305605/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364425897334027092&amp;postID=7234110725910305605' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/7234110725910305605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/7234110725910305605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/2009/09/desaparecer.html' title='Desaparecer...'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382359919868523645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AavGO8V_Hes/TzxqnqQd4oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DWjcxWoHL2I/s220/foto.blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-fFEYXcBOk/Sr1XpAevWcI/AAAAAAAAABY/083a5-2oUb8/s72-c/egfeh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364425897334027092.post-5908806726866316011</id><published>2009-09-17T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T16:43:57.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-fFEYXcBOk/SrLJtTyl5HI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fbK2cehHLKU/s1600-h/716007376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 243px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382586284904932466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-fFEYXcBOk/SrLJtTyl5HI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fbK2cehHLKU/s320/716007376.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este blog andava assim...um nadinha abandonado...coitado...pensava eu que com as ferias ia ter mais tempo para ele mas não...piores férias era díficil ter...enfim. Agora que tava tudo mais calmo, que ia descansar e não ver médicos tão cedo...la vem uma gastrite...definitivamente não ando com muita sorte...bahhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E alguma coisinha boa para variar não???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh há uma coisa boa: vou praxar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.- tou a espera de um momento de inspiração para um post decente...não está nada fácil...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364425897334027092-5908806726866316011?l=amythings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/feeds/5908806726866316011/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364425897334027092&amp;postID=5908806726866316011' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/5908806726866316011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/5908806726866316011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/2009/09/este-blog-andava-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382359919868523645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AavGO8V_Hes/TzxqnqQd4oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DWjcxWoHL2I/s220/foto.blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-fFEYXcBOk/SrLJtTyl5HI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fbK2cehHLKU/s72-c/716007376.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364425897334027092.post-905539560844954408</id><published>2009-07-06T13:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:30:25.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kero fériaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas!!!</title><content type='html'>Depois de quase 4 meses em estágio que até s pode dizer que passaram rápido porque as duas semanas que faltam demoram tanto a passar??? E porque no fim do estágio é que os profs se lembram de nos dar mais trabalho quando se queixam que andamos com cara de zombies??? E aparecer um prof normal não??? Aluno sofre! bahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem mais nada a dizer...e a precisar desesperadamente de férias!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364425897334027092-905539560844954408?l=amythings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/feeds/905539560844954408/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364425897334027092&amp;postID=905539560844954408' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/905539560844954408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/905539560844954408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/2009/07/kero-feriaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas.html' title='kero fériaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas!!!'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382359919868523645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AavGO8V_Hes/TzxqnqQd4oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DWjcxWoHL2I/s220/foto.blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364425897334027092.post-4448926673701514229</id><published>2009-06-06T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T11:50:39.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sometimes it's easy to feel like you're the only one in the world who's struggling, who's frustrated, or unsatisfied, or barely getting by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that feelings a lie. And if you just hold on, just find the courage to face it all for another day and someone, or something, will find you and make it all okay. Because we all need a little help sometimes. Someone to help us hear the music in our world. To remind us that it won't always be this way. That someone is out there, and that someone will find you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[One Tree Hill]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364425897334027092-4448926673701514229?l=amythings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/feeds/4448926673701514229/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364425897334027092&amp;postID=4448926673701514229' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/4448926673701514229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/4448926673701514229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/2009/06/sometimes-its-easy-to-feel-like-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382359919868523645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AavGO8V_Hes/TzxqnqQd4oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DWjcxWoHL2I/s220/foto.blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364425897334027092.post-6219818449040521847</id><published>2009-05-17T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T07:21:49.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu sempre disse que não queria ser grande...</title><content type='html'>"Eu gostava quando a ingenuidade e a inocência me tapavam os olhos. Porque é que teve que vir uma tal de realidade para os abrir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passam dias, meses, anos. Acontecem muitas coisas boas. Mas porque é que as más, que acontecem antes e depois, são sempre mais intensas? E, normalmente, duram sempre mais tempo também. Há quem diga que é para darmos valor às coisas realmente boas. Mas eu não acredito nisto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando acontecem coisas más, nós criamos defesas, aprendemos a controlar impulsos e expectativas, ganhamos medo. E, depois, são essas mesmas defesas, ausência de impulsos e esse medo que, não raras vezes, nos fazem afastar as coisas boas ou, pelo menos, não as vivermos com a mesma intensidade com que vivemos as más. Onde é que entra o valor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostava de ser criança, naquela altura o maior problema que eu podia ter era a professora ralhar comigo por eu não ter feito os trabalhos de casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crescer tem sinónimos como maturidade, responsabilidade, metas, estratégias e mais uma quantidade de palavras complicadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que eu gostava mesmo, mesmo era de poder construir um meio-termo: poder ser hoje a mais responsável e madura e, amanhã, andar a brincar às escondidas pela casa e ter alguém que cuide de mim.Mas, infelizmente, já não tenho companhia para jogar às escondidas e, muito menos, quem cuide realmente de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora, àqueles que me perguntam “o que é que te aconteceu?”, aqui têm a resposta: cresci!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixei de acreditar no mundo cor-de-rosa que pintava, já não acredito que as coisas más só acontecem aos maus, já não defendo que amanhã vai ser um dia melhor e, muitos menos, que uma gargalhada é a melhor terapia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, agarro-me a tudo o que conquistei, às poucas pessoas realmente boas que conheci, aos momentos em que fui feliz e torno-me forte.Essa força ajuda-me a continuar a crescer e a construir, possivelmente, algo melhor."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364425897334027092-6219818449040521847?l=amythings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/feeds/6219818449040521847/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364425897334027092&amp;postID=6219818449040521847' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/6219818449040521847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/6219818449040521847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/2009/05/eu-sempre-disse-que-nao-queria-ser.html' title='Eu sempre disse que não queria ser grande...'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382359919868523645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AavGO8V_Hes/TzxqnqQd4oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DWjcxWoHL2I/s220/foto.blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364425897334027092.post-8792016457054723540</id><published>2009-04-09T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T17:08:55.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-fFEYXcBOk/Sd6Kj7SNWII/AAAAAAAAABI/i2gsrJjJT1o/s1600-h/DSCN0573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322844159412623490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-fFEYXcBOk/Sd6Kj7SNWII/AAAAAAAAABI/i2gsrJjJT1o/s320/DSCN0573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje lembrei-me de ir à minha caixinha de recordações (triste ideia a minha...) e encontrei esta folha...foi a coisa mais importante que me disseram neste dia - "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pk&lt;/span&gt; eu vou ajudar.t a tirar os espinhos todos da tua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vidah&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;amuthi&lt;/span&gt;!!" - e veio acompanhada com uma rosa...sem saber, quem me escreveu isto ajudou-me a enfrentar a perda que tive neste dia e a enfrentar tudo até à bem pouco tempo atrás... porque sabia que sempre que precisa-se ela estava lá para ajudar a "tirar todos os espinhos da minha vida"... foi uma das melhores coisas que me disseram até hoje...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ela ajudou-me em muitos momentos difíceis e esteve presente também em alguns dos melhores momentos da minha vida...fez-me rir quando tudo o que eu conseguia era chorar, chorou comigo quando não havia mais nada a fazer e usou a sua "varinha mágica" nos momentos mais difíceis...nunca vou esquecer isso...apesar de me ter magoado muito com a sua ausência ela ainda me faz muita falta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;porque no fundo, por mais que me tente enganar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;no meu coração ela será sempre a minha melhor amiga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;melhores amigas são para sempre...mesmo que nunca mais se falem... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364425897334027092-8792016457054723540?l=amythings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/feeds/8792016457054723540/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364425897334027092&amp;postID=8792016457054723540' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/8792016457054723540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/8792016457054723540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/2009/04/hoje-lembrei-me-de-ir-minha-caixinha-de.html' title=''/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382359919868523645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AavGO8V_Hes/TzxqnqQd4oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DWjcxWoHL2I/s220/foto.blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-fFEYXcBOk/Sd6Kj7SNWII/AAAAAAAAABI/i2gsrJjJT1o/s72-c/DSCN0573.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364425897334027092.post-4291350663629459301</id><published>2009-04-08T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T06:25:28.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>simple plan - untitled</title><content type='html'>I open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I try to see but I'm blinded&lt;br /&gt;By the white light&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember how&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember why&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying here tonight&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stand the pain&lt;br /&gt;And I can't make it go away&lt;br /&gt;No I can't stand the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;I've made my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Got no where to run&lt;br /&gt;The night goes on&lt;br /&gt;As I'm fading away&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this life&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's screaming&lt;br /&gt;I try to make a sound&lt;br /&gt;But no one hears me&lt;br /&gt;I'm slipping off the edge&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging by a thread&lt;br /&gt;I wanna start this over again&lt;br /&gt;So I try to hold on to&lt;br /&gt;A time when nothing mattered&lt;br /&gt;And I can't explain what happened&lt;br /&gt;And I can't erase the things that I've done&lt;br /&gt;No I can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;I've made my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Got no where to run&lt;br /&gt;The night goes on&lt;br /&gt;As I'm fading away&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this life&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Got no where to run&lt;br /&gt;The night goes on&lt;br /&gt;As I'm fading away&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this life&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pk adoro a musica e não me lembrei de mais nada pa postar...ando com falta de inspiração..lool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364425897334027092-4291350663629459301?l=amythings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/feeds/4291350663629459301/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364425897334027092&amp;postID=4291350663629459301' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/4291350663629459301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/4291350663629459301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/2009/04/simple-plan-untitled.html' title='simple plan - untitled'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382359919868523645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AavGO8V_Hes/TzxqnqQd4oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DWjcxWoHL2I/s220/foto.blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364425897334027092.post-6681131214178004409</id><published>2009-02-28T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T15:30:58.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's a soulmate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estava a ver uma serie (sim sou um bocado viciada em series...lol) e uma personagem respondeu desta forma quando uma criança lhe perguntou o que é uma alma gémea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"É como um melhor amigo, mas mais do que isso…&lt;br /&gt;É uma pessoa que te conhece melhor do que qualquer outra…&lt;br /&gt;Que faz de ti uma pessoa melhor…&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade és tu que te tornas uma pessoa melhor por causa dela…porque ela te inspira…&lt;br /&gt;É alguém que se preocupa contigo sempre…&lt;br /&gt;É a única pessoa que te conheceu, te aceitou e acreditou em ti antes de qualquer outra pessoa ou quando mais ninguém acreditou…&lt;br /&gt;E aconteça o que acontecer…vais sempre amá-la…nada pode mudar isso…"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;adorei a resposta...x'D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364425897334027092-6681131214178004409?l=amythings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/feeds/6681131214178004409/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364425897334027092&amp;postID=6681131214178004409' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/6681131214178004409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/6681131214178004409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-soulmate.html' title='what&apos;s a soulmate?'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382359919868523645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AavGO8V_Hes/TzxqnqQd4oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DWjcxWoHL2I/s220/foto.blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364425897334027092.post-822547816213914755</id><published>2008-11-01T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T16:14:28.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>missing...</title><content type='html'>"-Como foi a escolinha hoje, filha?&lt;br /&gt;-Tenho uma amiga nova...ela emprestou-me um lápis azul para pintar o céu do meu desenho.&lt;br /&gt;Já estão duas décadas neste corpinho... Mas a vida ainda é longa e eu já sabia que a probabilidade de me surpreender diáriamente não seria nula. Não, não foi num belo dia de sol. Não, também não foi num triste dia de chuva. Eu sei que uma histórinha desta dimensão devia ter um começo daqueles que fazem lembrar purpurinas na cara de uma miúda de 5 anos mas não vou mentir, nem me lembro do dia em que isto aconteceu, se é que se pode precisar um dia. O facto é que um dia, ou num molho de dias, eu fiz uma amiga e ela nem precisou de me emprestar um lápis para eu gostar dela. Porque ela não me emprestava só um lápis para rabiscar numa folha, ela dava-me sorrisos, abraços, 'Nãos', mãos, papéis, palavras, parvoíces, risos. Ela dava-me um bocadinho do seu coração que é gigante e eu gosto muito dela com a simplicidade e sinceridade de quando temos menos de uma mão cheia de aniversários..."&lt;br /&gt;Mas as pessoas crescem...mudam...e quando menos esperamos nada é como era...nada é como deveria ser...e apesar de tudo há coisas que nos fazem imensa falta e sempre continuarão a fazer por mais que o tentemos negar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque não podemos ter para sempre a simplicidade e a sinceridade de uma criança?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364425897334027092-822547816213914755?l=amythings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/feeds/822547816213914755/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364425897334027092&amp;postID=822547816213914755' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/822547816213914755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/822547816213914755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/2008/11/missing.html' title='missing...'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382359919868523645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AavGO8V_Hes/TzxqnqQd4oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DWjcxWoHL2I/s220/foto.blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364425897334027092.post-2040564766269314140</id><published>2008-09-19T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T17:24:04.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>coisas...</title><content type='html'>Ainda mal começaram as aulas e já ando sem tempo para nada!!!&lt;br /&gt;Numa semana apresentei 3 trabalhos..ninguém merece!!! Esta gente anda toda maluca...&lt;br /&gt;Maldito tratado de Bolonha!!! grrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A parte boa...consegui entrar na residência! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E já agora hj faço 20 anos! Estou a ficar velha...lool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364425897334027092-2040564766269314140?l=amythings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/feeds/2040564766269314140/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364425897334027092&amp;postID=2040564766269314140' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/2040564766269314140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/2040564766269314140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/2008/09/coisas.html' title='coisas...'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382359919868523645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AavGO8V_Hes/TzxqnqQd4oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DWjcxWoHL2I/s220/foto.blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364425897334027092.post-1442136629250256680</id><published>2008-09-02T15:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T18:08:50.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando dói olhar para traz...</title><content type='html'>Hoje deu-me para pensar na minha vida neste último ano (podia ter-me dado para qualquer coisinha melhor…enfim) e vi que “perdi” duas das pessoas mais importantes para mim… é muito mau olhar para traz, ver o que fizemos por essas pessoas e chegar a conclusão de que tudo o que fizemos não serviu para nada, no fim somos esquecidos, substituídos por outros “amigos” que nunca farão o que nos fizemos por essas pessoas. Mesmo depois de novas oportunidades nada volta a ser o que era…e de melhores amigos passamos a simples conhecidos…&lt;br /&gt;Agora posso dizer, com certeza, que nada voltará a ser o que era…infelizmente…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364425897334027092-1442136629250256680?l=amythings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/feeds/1442136629250256680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364425897334027092&amp;postID=1442136629250256680' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/1442136629250256680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/1442136629250256680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/2008/09/quando-di-olhar-para-traz.html' title='Quando dói olhar para traz...'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382359919868523645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AavGO8V_Hes/TzxqnqQd4oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DWjcxWoHL2I/s220/foto.blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7364425897334027092.post-312951415925880927</id><published>2008-08-27T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T17:28:27.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Things</title><content type='html'>Bem...como já tou de férias a um mês e não tenho feito grande coisa, tirando as aulas de código que não são das melhores coisas para se fazer no Verão, visto que até gosto de escrever e passo algum tempo na net, pensei: "e se eu criasse um blog?" E pronto...aqui está ele!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normalmente não tenho histórias interessantes para contar, apesar de já me terem dito que a minha vida dava para escrever um livro, e também não costumo ter grande inspiração...mas quando estiver num desses raros momentos venho aqui escrever qualquer coisita...lool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até ao próximo post . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7364425897334027092-312951415925880927?l=amythings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/feeds/312951415925880927/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7364425897334027092&amp;postID=312951415925880927' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/312951415925880927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7364425897334027092/posts/default/312951415925880927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythings.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-things.html' title='My Things'/><author><name>angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17382359919868523645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AavGO8V_Hes/TzxqnqQd4oI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DWjcxWoHL2I/s220/foto.blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
