<?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-3461596149531476281</id><updated>2012-02-03T04:03:50.078Z</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos...reais</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-1178438348834753397</id><published>2008-07-22T12:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T12:26:59.835+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Conclusoes...</title><content type='html'>A&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; 1ª&lt;/span&gt; conclusao a que chego é que definitivamente sou a pior pessoa do MUNdo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;2ª&lt;/span&gt; é que nao mereço tudo aquilo que as pessoas me dao,ou tentam dar e eu feito estupido digo&lt;br /&gt;que nao muito obrigado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;3ª&lt;/span&gt; é que sou uma pessoa mentirosa e que omito N coisas,daí a nao querer ter ninguem a minha volta para que nao as possa um dia magoar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;4ª&lt;/span&gt; é que fui "feito" para estar sozinho,e acabar sozinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;5ª&lt;/span&gt; é que nem tudo sao facilidades na vida,mas isso quase toda a gente chega a essa conclusao,sim quase toda a gente porque existem pessoas que nem sequer sabem o que é a palavra dificuldade,mas pronto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;ª&lt;/span&gt; é que desde a partida de uma ex minha que eu fiquei diferente...nao consegui ainda ultrapassar todo aquilo que se passou,e ainda hoje penso e choro por ela...&lt;br /&gt;Eu nao acredito em nada depois da morte,daí a ficar assim pois sei que nunca mais a vou poder "ter" ao meu lado,como grande pessoa que ela era...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;11ª&lt;/span&gt; é que Sinto muito a falta dela,e dai nao querer magoar mais as pessoas que gostam de mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SIXDy0GDSpI/AAAAAAAAAJE/bzoVL_HVmpw/s1600-h/2032029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SIXDy0GDSpI/AAAAAAAAAJE/bzoVL_HVmpw/s400/2032029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225798220378229394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;este sera mesmo o ultimo post deste blog...talvez um dia eu volte,mas quando voltar sera com outro nome...Ate um dia!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461596149531476281-1178438348834753397?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/1178438348834753397/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=1178438348834753397&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/1178438348834753397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/1178438348834753397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/07/conclusoes.html' title='Conclusoes...'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SIXDy0GDSpI/AAAAAAAAAJE/bzoVL_HVmpw/s72-c/2032029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-8067365379669354862</id><published>2008-07-17T17:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T17:51:05.476+01:00</updated><title type='text'>POR MOTIVOS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SH94baNfaEI/AAAAAAAAAI8/kYD8w9rRzRA/s1600-h/2007872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SH94baNfaEI/AAAAAAAAAI8/kYD8w9rRzRA/s400/2007872.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224026505060771906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...De estupidez minha irei tar afastado disto nao sei quanto tempo....a quem gosta de ver o k digo as minhas mais sinceras desculpas!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461596149531476281-8067365379669354862?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/8067365379669354862/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=8067365379669354862&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/8067365379669354862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/8067365379669354862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/07/por-motivos.html' title='POR MOTIVOS...'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SH94baNfaEI/AAAAAAAAAI8/kYD8w9rRzRA/s72-c/2007872.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-3863403500148263293</id><published>2008-07-10T22:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:09:52.095+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nao existe...</title><content type='html'>...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Inspiração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;suficiente para um novo post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461596149531476281-3863403500148263293?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/3863403500148263293/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=3863403500148263293&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/3863403500148263293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/3863403500148263293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/07/nao-existe.html' title='Nao existe...'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-6661405457770116041</id><published>2008-07-04T00:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T00:07:53.851+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O que é o Amor?</title><content type='html'>A letra desta &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;musica&lt;/span&gt; da em que pensar...&lt;br /&gt;o que é o amor?&lt;br /&gt;Cada um tem a sua defeniçao,mas ao certo...nao se tem a certeza absoluta do que esta palavra é na sua &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;essencia&lt;/span&gt;,alias,o amor é "aquilo" que nos quisermos que seja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As opinioes divergem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Escutem na entao&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JKsc5blxCXI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JKsc5blxCXI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;e entao&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461596149531476281-6661405457770116041?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/6661405457770116041/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=6661405457770116041&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/6661405457770116041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/6661405457770116041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-que-o-amor.html' title='O que é o Amor?'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-3168861709305242261</id><published>2008-06-30T00:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T00:20:33.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ja foi o artista..agora a Banda!!!</title><content type='html'>Anteriormente ja vos tinha falado do meu artista favorito,hoje apetece me divulgar a minha banda favorita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;LINKIN PARK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao ha muito que falar sobre ela,de certeza que toda a gente a conhece por isso,e quem me conhece que eu em termos musicais passo de 8 para 80,ou seja,ouço de tudo um pouco,mas claro que ha excepçoes.....&lt;br /&gt;ehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esta e uma nova musica deles com um grande "rapper": &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;BUSTA RHYMES&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouçam-na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:Este fds foi xelente,algo que devemos repetir....praia das rocas(piscina) é xelente,aconselho vos ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tb3Ut-nm31c&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tb3Ut-nm31c&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461596149531476281-3168861709305242261?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/3168861709305242261/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=3168861709305242261&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/3168861709305242261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/3168861709305242261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/06/ja-foi-o-artistaagora-banda.html' title='Ja foi o artista..agora a Banda!!!'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-4345161449289409483</id><published>2008-06-23T23:13:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T23:26:37.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Morte!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SGAibF-rwII/AAAAAAAAAI0/QHa6r4vBwxs/s1600-h/2017945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SGAibF-rwII/AAAAAAAAAI0/QHa6r4vBwxs/s400/2017945.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215206217351938178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ja algum tempo que ando para falar neste assunto,para mim..um assunto um pouco misterioso,pois cada um acredita naquilo em que acredita e todos nos sabemos que nem todas as crenças sao iguais,e dai muitos de nos pensarmos...mas afinal,quem é que esta correcto?quem defende a verdade?&lt;br /&gt;Sabem?&lt;br /&gt;Pois, eu tambem nao e, por isso mesmo fico me por aquilo em que acredito que é em nada!o que for é!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho a morte mesmo muito misteriosa,pois nao sabemos o que vem depois de morrermos(se é que existe algo nao é?),dou por mim varias vezes a pensar como sera depois?vivemos uma vida inteira,cheia de sacrificios e de repente...transforma mo nos em............................. nada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso nisto quase dia sim dia nao,nao me perguntem por que,pois nem eu sei responder...mas e quase inevitavel,mas o pior nao e antes de dormir,é mesmo quando acordo e me vem este pensamento a cabeça(Nao,nao penso em matar me,nada disso,lololol),é algo que me fascina pelo bem e pelo mal porque nunca sabemos o depois ou talvez sim...percebem o que estou a tentar dizer?é estranho ou nao é?nao vos vou pedir para pensar na morte,mas se ja pensaram podiam dar uma opinao sobre isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-peço desculpa pelo tema e post de hoje,mas ja ha muito que andava para postar algo sobre isto....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461596149531476281-4345161449289409483?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/4345161449289409483/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=4345161449289409483&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/4345161449289409483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/4345161449289409483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/06/morte_23.html' title='A Morte!'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SGAibF-rwII/AAAAAAAAAI0/QHa6r4vBwxs/s72-c/2017945.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-3205652654697042074</id><published>2008-06-18T23:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T00:08:52.285+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A minha raça preferida!</title><content type='html'>Hoje vou falar de uma raça de cao que eu admiro muito,e sera certamente o cao que eu irei ter quando tiver a minha kasa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sharpei&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mim,nao existe nenhum cao mais bonito que este...pelo aspecto e pelas caracteristicas...&lt;br /&gt;Agora um pouco da historia dele(Só le quem quer ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;O &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Shar Pei&lt;/b&gt;, também conhecido como &lt;b&gt;Cão chinês de combate&lt;/b&gt;, foi  desenvolvido na &lt;a title="China" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/China"&gt;China&lt;/a&gt;, com origem incerta.  Alguns acreditam ser descendente do &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Chow Chow" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Chow_Chow"&gt;Chow Chow&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A origem do Shar-Pei é incerta. Pode ser um descendente do Chow Chow, a quem  se assemelha pela língua azul. É possível que tenha surgido inicialmente no  Tibete ou no Norte da China há 20 séculos, sendo que os primeiros exemplares da  raça eram bem maiores do que os atuais. Existem obras de arte antiqüíssimas  (Dinastia Han, 206 a.c) que retratam o Shar-Pei. No passado esse excelente  caçador de javalis e guardador de rebanhos, era também utilizado para combates,  esporte extremamente popular na China. Sua pele solta dificultava o abocanhar  dos adversários de combate. O tipo físico original do Shar-Pei foi se perdendo  na própria China, a partir do final da década de 40. Foi o preço pago pelo mundo  canino em conseqüência da Revolução Comunista no país em 1949. Nessa época, a  raça quase foi extinta, porque a posse de cães foi proibido. Abriu-se uma  exceção para os cães de camponeses que comprovadamente os usavam para caça, os  demais só poderiam ter o direito de existir se seus proprietários arcassem com  multas altíssimas. Caso contrário, a sentença era a execução, cumprida pelos  soldados de Mão Tse Tung. Os cães não trabalhadores do país viraram alimento  para o povo esfomeado. Os poucos Shar-Peis sobreviventes tiveram que enfrentar o  problema da desnutrição. Alimentando-se apenas com sobras das mesas dos  camponeses, começaram a diminuir gradativamente de tamanho. A desnutrição impede  que o tamanho ideal determinado pelo potencial genético seja atingido. Assim,  filhotes de pais desnutridos tendem a nascer menores e mais fracos, por isso, o  tamanho das novas gerações continuou menor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SFmVU8WcEMI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-20v6s3jcz8/s1600-h/sharpei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SFmVU8WcEMI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-20v6s3jcz8/s400/sharpei.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213362230688223426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="editsection"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="mw-headline"&gt;Aparência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sua principal característica é a pele macia e pendente em largas rugas.  Quando filhote, as rugas são mais acentuadas, e vão diminuindo quando o cão vai  atingindo a fase adulta, como se o cão estivesse "crescendo por dentro da pele".  Na fase adulta as rugas devem estar localizadas sobre o crânio e a cernelha&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;É um &lt;a title="Animalia" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Animalia"&gt;animal&lt;/a&gt; compacto, ágil e  forte, com altura entre 44 e 51 cm. Todas as cores sólidas são aceitas, exceto o  branco. A cauda e a parte posterior das coxas são, freqüentemente, de uma cor  mais clara. Um sombreado mais escuro sobre o dorso e nas orelhas é  admissível.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Orelhas" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Orelhas"&gt;orelhas&lt;/a&gt; são  pequenas e coladas à cabeça, podem ter tonalidade diferente do resto do corpo,  principalmente nos exemplares fulvos e creme. A Cauda é grossa e redonda na  raiz, afilando-se gradualmente na ponta.É inserida bem alta, uma característica  distinta da raça. Pode ser portada alta e em curva; portada em anel fechado ou  enroscada sobre o dorso ou caindo para um dos lados.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Temperamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um cão tranquilo, bom, leal e muito apegado à família e às crianças,  com quem tem grande paciência. Seu temperamento deve ser equilibrado.Este também  pode ser agressivo quando está com outros cães. Trata-se de um animal  territorialista.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461596149531476281-3205652654697042074?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/3205652654697042074/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=3205652654697042074&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/3205652654697042074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/3205652654697042074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/06/minha-raa-preferida.html' title='A minha raça preferida!'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SFmVU8WcEMI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-20v6s3jcz8/s72-c/sharpei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-2863540537814900417</id><published>2008-06-17T21:18:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T21:42:38.644+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2 posts Num!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Hoje apetece me falar de um apresentador da Mtv,o Vj da Mtv Diogo!&lt;br /&gt;Alguem aqui ja se cruzou com ele?&lt;br /&gt;cruzo me com ele quase todos os dias,e tenho a dizer que ele é tal e qual como aparece na televisao..uma pessoa 5 estrelas,nao e como alguns que tem muita mania so porque aparecem na televisao...este e simples,muito acessivel e muito porreiro!&lt;br /&gt;Cumprimenta qualquer pessoa sem qualquer problema...&lt;br /&gt;Gostei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SFgePZfheJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/gbSz9XetPkY/s1600-h/largeklepht03hi8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SFgePZfheJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/gbSz9XetPkY/s400/largeklepht03hi8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212949818571323538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;As regras são as seguintes:&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;A pessoa selecionada deve fazer uma lista com 8 coisas que gostaria de fazer antes de morrer.. É necessário que faça uma postagem relacionando essas 8 coisas, não importando o que sejam, e que explique as regras do jogo.. Ao finalizar, deve convidar 8 parceiros de blogs amigos.. Deixar um comentário no blog de quem nos convidou e nos nossos convidados, para que saibam da intimação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;8 Coisas que gostaria de fazer antes de morrer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ganhar o eUro milhoes...(quem nao gostaria)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;2-&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Ter a minha vida or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;ganizada..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Com que seja sempre feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Fazer os outros felizes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Partir sem inimigos(mesmo aqueles que nem sei que existem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;fazer um doutoramento naquilo que me fizer sentir bem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Pelos menos 2 filhos(um casal,ahhh,e nao dar o nome de melissa ou martim(esta e pa ti...eheheh))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;fazer tudo aquilo que nos conseguimos fazer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passo este desafio a todos os que me leiam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461596149531476281-2863540537814900417?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/2863540537814900417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=2863540537814900417&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/2863540537814900417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/2863540537814900417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/06/2-posts-num.html' title='2 posts Num!'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SFgePZfheJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/gbSz9XetPkY/s72-c/largeklepht03hi8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-1999179157799285470</id><published>2008-06-15T18:57:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T19:05:24.054+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Riam se de mim a vontade,lol,a minha primeira grande queda!</title><content type='html'>Pois é,hoje fui ate a piscina...&lt;br /&gt;deixo vos aqui um cheirinho do que aconteceu mesmo no final,alias,teve que ser o final porque por mim continuava la na piscina!&lt;br /&gt;Foi um grande dia,ate a minha grande queda!&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rapazito&lt;/span&gt; que esta de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;calcoes&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;corosa&lt;/span&gt;",o tal que da a queda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r9u_CryB6fI"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r9u_CryB6fI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;-seria uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;competiçao&lt;/span&gt; que acabou mal(alias,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;comecou&lt;/span&gt; mal,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;2-como da para ver,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tambem&lt;/span&gt; gosto de mostrar as coisas que podem correr mal,e que nos fazem rir um pouco...eu sou assim,riu me ate de mim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;proprio&lt;/span&gt; e gosto que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tambem&lt;/span&gt; se riam ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;3-ah é verdade,isto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tambem&lt;/span&gt; dava para aqueles tipo de programas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;comicos&lt;/span&gt;,por exemplo,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;olhó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461596149531476281-1999179157799285470?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/1999179157799285470/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=1999179157799285470&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/1999179157799285470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/1999179157799285470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/06/riem-se-de-mim-vontadelola-minha.html' title='Riam se de mim a vontade,lol,a minha primeira grande queda!'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-5089696538996572171</id><published>2008-06-08T23:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T23:16:26.170+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Demais!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5d-avqgYhMw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5d-avqgYhMw&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu cantor favorito,acho este muçoilo uma coisa divinal,grande estilo,grande voz e uma grande presença no palco!&lt;br /&gt;Nao era este o clip que queria meter,queria o original mas nao tava a conseguir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que me dizem?Bom nao é?(Cantor claro esta,é a isso a que me tou &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A REFERIR&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461596149531476281-5089696538996572171?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/5089696538996572171/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=5089696538996572171&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/5089696538996572171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/5089696538996572171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/06/demais.html' title='Demais!'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-5476912857542030708</id><published>2008-06-04T01:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T01:08:42.247+01:00</updated><title type='text'>e...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;...porque de facto este anuncio esta deveras espectacular!&lt;br /&gt;a imitaçao da voz do nosso 1ministro entao...uiiii&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Frize&lt;/span&gt; nos anuncios...esta sempre lá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-juro,ninguem me pagou para meter este anuncio ok?? =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EUt_7ged_4c&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EUt_7ged_4c&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461596149531476281-5476912857542030708?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/5476912857542030708/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=5476912857542030708&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/5476912857542030708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/5476912857542030708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/06/e.html' title='e...'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-915511950754525412</id><published>2008-05-30T21:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T21:43:23.262+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu nao vou!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SEBlfQKFVZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/_42_LOVwjpE/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SEBlfQKFVZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/_42_LOVwjpE/s400/GetAttachment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206272756827903378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SEBlpgKFVaI/AAAAAAAAAIU/pKSpDg5CJUo/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SEBlpgKFVaI/AAAAAAAAAIU/pKSpDg5CJUo/s400/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206272932921562530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja sabem nao é verdade?&lt;br /&gt;Vamos fazer um genero de Greve contra as bombas de gasolina...a ver se estas baixam o preço,porque assim nao vamos a lado nenhum!&lt;br /&gt;Pessoal,é so 3 dias...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a Galp diz que vai baixar 1cent,1cent?Porra mas querem tapar os olhos a  quem?enganarem nos?coitados...&lt;br /&gt;Juntos de certeza que iremos conseguir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-Comentem o meu post anterior tambem,vou de fim de semana por isso tive que postar!&lt;br /&gt;p2-BjoO e abraços para todos e um optimo fim de semana(nao se esqueçam destes 3 dias sim?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461596149531476281-915511950754525412?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/915511950754525412/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=915511950754525412&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/915511950754525412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/915511950754525412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/05/eu-nao-vou.html' title='Eu nao vou!!!!'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SEBlfQKFVZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/_42_LOVwjpE/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-791859881640154345</id><published>2008-05-29T23:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T00:09:25.088+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alcunha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SD83bAKFVYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ihmauQT2GLQ/s1600-h/Imagem193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SD83bAKFVYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ihmauQT2GLQ/s400/Imagem193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205940631301870978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Garfield...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma grande figura nao é verdade?&lt;br /&gt;Pois é,eu tenho como alcunha para alguns de garfield,isto porque?porque como pa caraças e sou por vezes muito preguiçoso...&lt;br /&gt;é tao bom tarmos ali num cantinho sossegadinhos nao é?e quando queremos algo pedirmos a outra pessoa...eheheh...mas nao abusar muito,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;atenção&lt;/span&gt;! =P&lt;br /&gt;Todos nos temos uma ou mais alcunhas...querem saber umas quantas da minha pessoa?uhmm sera que digo???&lt;br /&gt;Pronto eu digo,aqui vai:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joaninha (ja faz tanto tempo...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guedes (graças ao cabelo que eu tinha,grande e encaracolado)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lisboeta (tempos em que estudei na serra da estrela,que saudades!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...de momento nao me recordo de mais,a nao ser a mais famosa(Garfield).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de saber alguma &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;vossa&lt;/span&gt;,contam me?=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461596149531476281-791859881640154345?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/791859881640154345/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=791859881640154345&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/791859881640154345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/791859881640154345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/05/alcunha.html' title='Alcunha!'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SD83bAKFVYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ihmauQT2GLQ/s72-c/Imagem193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-5794231770126277621</id><published>2008-05-21T13:21:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T13:47:31.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Noite!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SDQXKyVZxZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/yEaVGA6_vJI/s1600-h/Imagem190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202808943597438354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SDQXKyVZxZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/yEaVGA6_vJI/s400/Imagem190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje apetece-me falar da &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem é que nao gosta da &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?a noite é um misto de sentimentos,é nela que tudo,mas mesmo tudo pode acontecer...&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SDQXnCVZxaI/AAAAAAAAAH8/BD89j0IH_v0/s1600-h/250px-Revellers%252C_Blue_stone_and_moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202809428928742818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SDQXnCVZxaI/AAAAAAAAAH8/BD89j0IH_v0/s400/250px-Revellers%252C_Blue_stone_and_moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; poder ser(e é) calma,cheia de aventuras,cheia de loucuras...atrevo-me a dizer que a noite nos transforma e quiça se nao é nesta altura que nos mostramos o nosso verdadeiro EU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Concordam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acredito e sei que gostamos do Dia,quando esta bonito,mas noite...a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;chover,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;com bom tempo,sei la...para mim a noite é sempre muito bonita,estarmos sos ou mesmo bem acompanhados a olhar mos as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; naquele eterno silencio...aiii...o silencio!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A noite,para mim,é tudo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ps-a primeira imagem foi tirada por mim,epa,eu ate tenho um telemovel todo xpto com boa qualidade de imagem,mas...o meu xpto e diferente de mim,sempre que quero tirar uma foto de noite,ele faz me isto,a qualidade nunca é a melhor...na altura da foto a lua estava muito bonita!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/3461596149531476281-5794231770126277621?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/5794231770126277621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=5794231770126277621&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/5794231770126277621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/5794231770126277621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/05/noite.html' title='Noite!'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SDQXKyVZxZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/yEaVGA6_vJI/s72-c/Imagem190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-5125118177443485048</id><published>2008-05-18T16:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T22:37:45.595+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Algo profundo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xXRT9tRSA0c&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xXRT9tRSA0c&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bwyA9pQ2bUc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bwyA9pQ2bUc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461596149531476281-5125118177443485048?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/5125118177443485048/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=5125118177443485048&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/5125118177443485048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/5125118177443485048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/05/algo-profundo_18.html' title='Algo profundo!'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-7673595607619613361</id><published>2008-05-17T13:33:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T13:47:23.619+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Divulgaçao,D´elmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SC7ToSVZxYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/sm_3ShaV-zU/s1600-h/RLritL998058-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SC7ToSVZxYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/sm_3ShaV-zU/s400/RLritL998058-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201327308729337218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="box_profile_info_small_content"&gt;O consagrado DJ/Produtor &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;NELASSASSIN  (SR ALFAIATE)&lt;/span&gt; juntará um leque reluzente de grandes nomes da musica, moda, entretenimento e desporto na BOMBÁSTICA apresentação do seu novo Album...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terça-Feira, 27 de Maio @ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;DELMARE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Praia Cabana do Pescador- Costa  de Caparica)&lt;br /&gt;A partir das 23h30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;SUMMER*DELIGHT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma festa  restrita em ambiente &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALTAMENTE SELECCIONADO&lt;/span&gt;, área VIP, muito champangne,  morangos e muitas surpresas!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além de uma lista de convidados  especiais repleta de Figuras Públicas a festa contará também com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SR.  ALFAIATE- DJ Set (Hip-Hop / R&amp;amp;B / Ragga)&lt;br /&gt;-DJ SPENCER (World Music /  House / Kizomba)&lt;br /&gt;-DJ MAFIACAP'S (Ragga / Reggaeton)&lt;br /&gt;-DANCE PERFORMERS&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;IMPRENSA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SHOWCASE- (Participantes do album):&lt;br /&gt;(Sam the Kid / Sir  Scratch / Elaisa / Bob the Rage Sense / Sagas / Mundo(Mind'a Gap) / Family  Complow / Micro / Verbal, etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesta noite absolutamente irreal festeja-se também a apresentação oficial do GRUPO ENDLESS- Agência de eventos e espectaculos responsável por noites com:&lt;br /&gt;RP's:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Merche Romero&lt;/span&gt;, Jamal,  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Rui Unas&lt;/span&gt;, Rahim...&lt;br /&gt;Actuações:&lt;br /&gt;-Gutto, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;TT&lt;/span&gt;, Virgul, SP, Nichols, Chelsy  Chantel, An2One, Clay Stallion, Tekilla...&lt;br /&gt;Dance Performance:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Next&lt;/span&gt;,  Lara Alves, Hugo Marmelada, Skillz Dance Crew...&lt;br /&gt;DJ's:&lt;br /&gt;-Nelassassin,  WallGee, Waldo, Cruz, Spencer, Enrage, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tudo isto &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;SÓ OS  LOUCOS&lt;/span&gt; ficam em casa nesta inesquecivel noite repleta de mediatísmo, magia  musical, requinte, surpresas sem fim e muita animação!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress Code  OBRIGATORIO: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Fashion-CHIC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest List: RP Miguel - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;92 656 03 94&lt;/span&gt;/ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;91 847 73 50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Entrada restrita!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT PEOPLE GO OUT ON TUESDAYS&lt;br /&gt;Até Terça!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://EndlessEvents.hi5.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.endless.com.pt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps-um pequeno favor a um dos rp´s!&lt;br /&gt;ps2-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Isto promete,eu vou la estar!e voces?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps3-qualquer coisa podem me contactar tambem que direcciono ao pessoal responsavel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461596149531476281-7673595607619613361?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/7673595607619613361/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=7673595607619613361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/7673595607619613361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/7673595607619613361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/05/divulgaaodelmare.html' title='Divulgaçao,D´elmare'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SC7ToSVZxYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/sm_3ShaV-zU/s72-c/RLritL998058-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-6038759632135325652</id><published>2008-05-13T22:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T22:51:52.431+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Something...</title><content type='html'>...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;for your mind,your body and your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ps-uma frase de uma  musica da qual eu gosto muito,peço desculpa,mas ultimanente nao tenho andado nos meus dias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461596149531476281-6038759632135325652?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/6038759632135325652/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=6038759632135325652&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/6038759632135325652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/6038759632135325652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/05/something.html' title='&quot;Something...'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-3778453201564725809</id><published>2008-05-08T12:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T12:33:07.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando era ainda mais puto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xh-8Wbao1fE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xh-8Wbao1fE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tou fazendo arroiz pa oito pessoas...(esquecam esta parte)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma musica que ja é bastante antiga,mas que me faz lembrar grandes tempos vividos,faz anos!&lt;br /&gt;Era eu ainda uma criança,mas lembro me de quase tudo o que se passou quando este som saiu,estava eu de ferias no &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;algarve&lt;/span&gt;...aiii que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;saudades&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pequena recordaçao(desabafo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-nao sou muito adepto de musica brasileira,mas estes estao(ou estiveram) la!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461596149531476281-3778453201564725809?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/3778453201564725809/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=3778453201564725809&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/3778453201564725809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/3778453201564725809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/05/quando-era-ainda-mais-puto.html' title='Quando era ainda mais puto!'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-1735415826415280373</id><published>2008-05-07T02:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T02:36:55.297+01:00</updated><title type='text'>que titulo meter?</title><content type='html'>Tenho andado assim um pouco perdido,e por essa razao,mais uma vez nao tenho estado por perto...&lt;br /&gt;certo e,sempre que tenho uma oportunidade vou visitar os meus blogs visitantes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho andado tambem sem ideias,pensamentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostaria de saber se algum de vos ja alguma vez foi interceptado pela policia,por acharem que iriam a um tal sitio buscar droga...nao?sim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aconteceu me isso este fim de semana,pois é,é que eu tenho um amigo(Uma pessoa xelente por xelencia) que mora num bairro ilegal,aqueles bairros que tem puchadas e tudo um pouco sabem?pois...isso mesmo,este meu amigo vive num bairro desses(era bom se nasce se mos todos num berço d´ouro,ou nao..)e nao é que eu e uns amigos iamos la ter com ele para ir buscar uma coisa(nao,nao era droga,estou mesmo muito fora disso,lol) quando dou por mim a ser interceptado por dois policias a perguntarem nos o que e que ali estavamos a fazer,bem foi um coma,so deu para rir,mas ate pareciam uns policias bacanos,mostrei lhes a minha identificaçao e tal,perguntaram se tinhamos alguma coisa que nos compromete se,e claro esta que nao!&lt;br /&gt;Deixei revistarem o meu popo e tal,&lt;br /&gt;e um amigo meu ate teve o privilegio de um policia abrir lhe a porta,ele vira se(o meu amigo) "quer que saia?" lol,e quando este saiu nao faz nada mais nada menos que pisar o pezinho desse mesmo policia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...e fomos embora como se nada fosse(tive que passar muito a frente,porque tou com sono e um pouco cansado,e parece me ja que nao tou a dizer coisa com coisa como,e nao quero correr o risco de trocar as palavras e historias,é que a esta hora ja tou a ver no T dois T´s...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-nao me vou embora antes de atribuir um premio a um blog que deve ser visitado por todos nos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORBOLETTTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SCEHP7GtHQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/96ttBKFW9xo/s1600-h/blog+borboleya.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SCEHP7GtHQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/96ttBKFW9xo/s400/blog+borboleya.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197443415107509506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps2-&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bem tenho mesmo que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ir,ja vejo as letras bem pequenininhasssssssssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461596149531476281-1735415826415280373?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/1735415826415280373/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=1735415826415280373&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/1735415826415280373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/1735415826415280373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/05/que-titulo-meter.html' title='que titulo meter?'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SCEHP7GtHQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/96ttBKFW9xo/s72-c/blog+borboleya.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-837743220316973676</id><published>2008-05-01T23:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T23:20:20.920+01:00</updated><title type='text'>União</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SBpBebGtHPI/AAAAAAAAAHU/qMMPkVU2K8U/s1600-h/vladstudio_allyouneedislove_1280x800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SBpBebGtHPI/AAAAAAAAAHU/qMMPkVU2K8U/s400/vladstudio_allyouneedislove_1280x800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195537111053049074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Ps-pensavam que iria dizer alguma coisa!?eheheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps2-&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;no words,im happiness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps3-...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461596149531476281-837743220316973676?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/837743220316973676/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=837743220316973676&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/837743220316973676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/837743220316973676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/05/unio.html' title='União'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SBpBebGtHPI/AAAAAAAAAHU/qMMPkVU2K8U/s72-c/vladstudio_allyouneedislove_1280x800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-6767932829334087412</id><published>2008-04-28T16:30:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T16:39:09.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Agradavel Fim de semana!</title><content type='html'>Como o titulo indica,este fim de semana foi muito bem passado,desde passeios,praias,batidas...etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;ehehehhe&lt;br /&gt;Nao sei o que dizer,mas como sinto necessidade de postar entao aqui vai algumas das fotos que tirei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-tenho pena que muita gente nao tenha gostado da musica anterior =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas fotos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SBXuZrGtHMI/AAAAAAAAAG8/TN5SBk81a_w/s1600-h/Imagem133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SBXuZrGtHMI/AAAAAAAAAG8/TN5SBk81a_w/s400/Imagem133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194319870076722370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SBXvNbGtHOI/AAAAAAAAAHM/iBMmViU5tBo/s1600-h/Imagem126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SBXvNbGtHOI/AAAAAAAAAHM/iBMmViU5tBo/s400/Imagem126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194320759134952674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SBXus7GtHNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/VatQcZ-qr_4/s1600-h/Imagem136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SBXus7GtHNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/VatQcZ-qr_4/s400/Imagem136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194320200789204178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronto e ja xega,so um cheirinho..muiiiiiito pequeno =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461596149531476281-6767932829334087412?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/6767932829334087412/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=6767932829334087412&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/6767932829334087412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/6767932829334087412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/04/um-agradavel-fim-de-semana.html' title='Um Agradavel Fim de semana!'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SBXuZrGtHMI/AAAAAAAAAG8/TN5SBk81a_w/s72-c/Imagem133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-6033382226042232942</id><published>2008-04-24T23:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T12:46:23.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque Gostei!</title><content type='html'>Numa visita ao blog do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;B.Nogueira&lt;/span&gt;,deparei me com umas musicas que por la estavam!&lt;br /&gt;e Descubri este som,do qual eu gostei mesmo muito...como ele diz,vale a pena ouvir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rela&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;x&lt;/span&gt;a,suaviza os momentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xry-GZq1LV4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xry-GZq1LV4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que Acham?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;a musica ainda sao uns 5min e tal....ou mais..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461596149531476281-6033382226042232942?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/6033382226042232942/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=6033382226042232942&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/6033382226042232942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/6033382226042232942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/04/porque-gostei.html' title='Porque Gostei!'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-7965402141231423248</id><published>2008-04-22T21:02:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T21:51:53.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A ILHA DOS SENTIMENTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SA5P1LGtHFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/KTO_jJ0OOMs/s1600-h/panama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SA5P1LGtHFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/KTO_jJ0OOMs/s400/panama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192175195337333842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Era uma vez uma ilha onde moravam todos os sentimentos: a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Alegria&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Tristeza&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Sabedoria&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;todos os outros sentimentos. Por fim o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. Mas um dia foi avisado aos moradores que aquela ilha iria afundar. Todos os sentimentos se apressaram para sair da ilha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pegaram nos seus barcos e partiram. Mas o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ficou, pois queria ficar mais um pouco com a ilha, antes que ela se afundasse. Quando por fim o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;se estava quase afogar, começou a pedir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ajuda, nesse momento, estava a passar a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Riqueza&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;com um lindo barco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Amor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Riqueza&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;leva-me contigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-Não posso, há muito ouro e prata no meu barco, não há lugar para ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;então pediu ajuda há&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Vaidade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;que também vinha a passar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Vaidade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;por favor ajuda-me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-Não te posso ajudar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, tu estás todo molhado e não quero que me estragues o meu barco novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Então o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;pediu ajuda há&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Tristeza&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Tristeza&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;leva-me contigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-Ah!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, desculpa...mas estou tão triste que prefiro ir sozinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Também passou a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, mas ela estava tão alegre, que nem ouvio o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;chamá-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Já desesperado o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;começou a chorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Foi quando ouviu uma voz a chama-lo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-Anda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, anda que eu levo-te comigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Era um velhinho, o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;f &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;icou tão feliz que se esqueceu de perguntar, qual o nome desse velhinho, que o estava ajudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Quando chegou ao outro lado da praia, perguntou há &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Sabedoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Sabedoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, quem era aquele velhinho que me trouxe aqui?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Sabedoria&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-Era o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;TEMPO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-O Tempo!? Mas porque é que só o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; é que me ajudou!? (perguntou o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;muito admirado.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-Porque só o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Tempo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;é capaz de entender o "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Autor: Reinilson Câmara)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Obrigado be por me teres deixado postar este texto, que eu gosto muito...dá que pensar e acho que dá que falar...porque o amor sem duvida controla o mundo, e acreditem pessoal, as unicas duas coisas que não se conseguem evitar na vida...é o Amor e a Morte...e o Tempo não volta atrás!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Bjos e abraços para todos [[[]]]****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;e  um bem especial para ti...@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461596149531476281-7965402141231423248?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/7965402141231423248/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=7965402141231423248&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/7965402141231423248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/7965402141231423248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/04/ilha-dos-sentimentos.html' title='A ILHA DOS SENTIMENTOS'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SA5P1LGtHFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/KTO_jJ0OOMs/s72-c/panama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-7437791309933882401</id><published>2008-04-20T22:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T22:51:18.894+01:00</updated><title type='text'>De Volta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eOqM6BpWi3k&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eOqM6BpWi3k&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um simples musica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja estou melhor,a vida continua nao é verdade?A todos os que me apoiaram o meu grande Obrigado!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461596149531476281-7437791309933882401?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/7437791309933882401/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=7437791309933882401&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/7437791309933882401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/7437791309933882401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/04/de-volta.html' title='De Volta!'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-1430338725773047928</id><published>2008-04-14T01:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T02:07:55.859+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nao consigo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SAKtEgtFV2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/lYUkdkEuexs/s1600-h/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SAKtEgtFV2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/lYUkdkEuexs/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo....jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188900013694343010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julgo que nao preciso de dizer mais nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que profundidade os teus olhos nos levam.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eterna saudade&lt;br /&gt;&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/3461596149531476281-1430338725773047928?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/1430338725773047928/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=1430338725773047928&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/1430338725773047928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/1430338725773047928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/04/nao-consigo.html' title='Nao consigo!!!'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SAKtEgtFV2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/lYUkdkEuexs/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-4655978859266222562</id><published>2008-04-13T02:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T03:20:16.742+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nem um ultimo adeus!!!(porque te foste assim?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SAFj2gtFV1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/KV-OC8ox9ZU/s1600-h/Imagem106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SAFj2gtFV1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/KV-OC8ox9ZU/s400/Imagem106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188538033850636114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nem um ultimo adeus eu tive direito vindo da tua parte!!!&lt;br /&gt;Partiste sem que ninguem te pudesse agarrar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que vai ser de nos Sara?&lt;br /&gt;Porque te levaram assim?&lt;br /&gt;Logo tu,uma jovem,uma eterna sonhadora,repleta de sonhos ainda por se concretizarem...&lt;br /&gt;Miga,eu pedi te imensas vezes para que nao viesses para Portugal,eu avisei te e aconselhei te,a pressa deu no nosso desespero,nas lagrimas que deitamos ao pensarmos em ti...Faze nos tanta mas tanta falta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É incrivel,ainda antes de saber da noticia eu tinha visto um carro parecido ao teu,o qual me fez lembrar de ti,e 15 minutos depois veio me esta bomba!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;NAO ACREDITO,PORQUE?PORQUE TU?PORQUE TE FOSTE ASSIM PORRA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro me da nossa musica,de algumas palvras que juntos inventamos e que eram so nossas,e agora?que posso eu fazer,senao guarda las para mim e ter te sempre presente no meu pensamento,sim,porque jamais te esquecerei,nem eu,nem os teus amigos e muito menos a tua Familia...&lt;br /&gt;É triste o que a vida nos faz passar,nos sabemos que a vida é assim,mas torna se ainda mais dificil quando nos toca a nos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro me de tudo o que se passou entre nos,os bons e maus momentos,e so de me lembrar arrepio me pois sei que nao estas aqui presente para me ouvires!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida e uma autentica merda....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu olhar,o teu sorriso ficarao para sempre connosco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eterna Saudade!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-A Sara é uma miuda de 20 anos que morreu num acidente de automovel,nesse acidente ainda morreu mais uma pessoa,que por ventura,era um Ex da minha prima claudia(Pituxa),e ainda houve uma outra pessoa que era o namorado da Sara,que sofreu um traumatismo craniano!&lt;br /&gt;A Sara foi,e sera sempre uma pessoa muito especial para mim,foi uma optima namorada enquanto estive com ela e uma optima amiga!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho pena que tenha ido assim,mas espero que esteja num sitio melhor e que consiga olhar por nos e que nos de forças para continuar mos com as nossas vidas em frente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps2-Ah Familia dela,o meu todo o apoio e os meus pessames pela partida da vossa mais que tudo!Sei que a nossa relaçao nao foi a mais bonita(pais e eu),mas espero que saibam que eu estarei aqui para o que for preciso!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps3-O teu olhar sera para sempre guardado no meu coraçao!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461596149531476281-4655978859266222562?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/4655978859266222562/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=4655978859266222562&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/4655978859266222562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/4655978859266222562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/04/nem-um-ultimo-adeusporque-te-foste.html' title='Nem um ultimo adeus!!!(porque te foste assim?)'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/SAFj2gtFV1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/KV-OC8ox9ZU/s72-c/Imagem106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-4139146039696528389</id><published>2008-04-07T23:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T23:41:35.231+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos__Amizade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R_qi-HmqYEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/FxPwHPpjYxE/s1600-h/Imagem060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R_qi-HmqYEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/FxPwHPpjYxE/s400/Imagem060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186637108947345474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Amizade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; é um relacionamento &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Humano" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Humano"&gt;humano&lt;/a&gt; que envolve o conhecimento mútuo e a afeição,  além de lealdade ao ponto do altruísmo. Provavelmente o interesse dos amigos são  parecidos, e demonstram, entre si, um senso de cooperação. Muitas vezes é  baseada em comportamentos como:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;a tendência de desejar o melhor para o outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;simpatia e empatia;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;honestidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lealdade. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;Geralmente a amizade leva a um sentimento de lealdade entre si, ao ponto de  colocarem os interesses do outro à frente de seu próprio interesse. Amizade  resume-se em &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Lealdade" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Lealdade"&gt;lealdade&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Confiança" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Confian%C3%A7a"&gt;confiança&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a title="Amor" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Amor"&gt;amor&lt;/a&gt;, seja fraterno ou mais profundo e como &lt;a title="Carl Rogers" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Carl_Rogers"&gt;Carl Rogers&lt;/a&gt; diz: "é a aceitação  de cada um como realmente ele é".&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Os amigos evitam ser sufocantes ao outro para que haja respeito nos direitos  do outro e sufocá-lo com exigências corre-se o risco de perdê-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A amizade pode ter como origem, um instinto de sobrevivência da espécie, e  uma necessidade de proteger e ser protegido por outros seres da espécie. Faz  parte da amizade, não exacerbar os defeitos do outro e dividir os bons e maus  momentos.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alguns amigos se denominam "melhores amigos". Os melhores amigos muitas vezes  se conhecem mais que os próprios &lt;a title="Familia" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Familia"&gt;familiares&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Cônjuge" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/C%C3%B4njuge"&gt;cônjuges&lt;/a&gt;. Funcionam quase que como um  "confessionário". Para atingir esse grau de amizade, muita confiança e  fidelidade são depositadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Os amigos se sentem atraídos pelos outros pela forma que eles são e não pelo  que eles possuem. As verdadeiras amizades tudo suportam, tudo esperam, tudo  crêem e tudo perdoam pelo simples fato de existir entre eles o verdadeiro amor,  também conhecido como amor philéo = amor de amigos.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por muito que se possa explicar psicologicamente sobre a amizade e por muito  que falem dela como um objeto &lt;a title="Ciência" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Ci%C3%AAncia"&gt;científico&lt;/a&gt; e a estudem, a amizade é um sentimento  que se deve preservar a todo o custo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Em caso de perda da amizade sugere-se a reconciliação e o &lt;a title="Perdão" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Perd%C3%A3o"&gt;perdão&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pois é,hoje o tema e os amigos,ou mesmo a amizade!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Digo vos que os meus amigos contam se somente com os cinco(5) dedos de uma simples mão,e para que ter mais que isso?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Falo de amigos verdadeiros claro esta,que sempre estiveram e continuam a estar presentes,desde o dia em que os conheci ate ao dia de hoje...Por mais merdas,desacatos que existam,os verdadeiros amigos jamais se separam,estarao sempre presentes,nos bons e maus momentos,e ai sim(nos maus momentos),ai é que vemos quem esta do nosso lado e nao nos falha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Somos perfeitos?claro que nao,e ainda bem...se existisse a perfeicçao...ai se existisse,certamente que a vida seria uma autentica monotonia,e para isso,por vezes ja temos os nossos Empregos(alguns).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aqui agradeço a todos eles,este post claro está...È para &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;voces&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ps-texto tirado da Wikipedia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461596149531476281-4139146039696528389?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/4139146039696528389/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=4139146039696528389&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/4139146039696528389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/4139146039696528389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/04/amigosamizade.html' title='Amigos__Amizade'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R_qi-HmqYEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/FxPwHPpjYxE/s72-c/Imagem060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-7299515608133000629</id><published>2008-04-06T22:52:00.016+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T23:19:59.679+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Arte (tarde no CCB)</title><content type='html'>No &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; anterior falei acerca de talento,e hoje mostro aqui algumas peças da colecçao berardo que esta em exposiçao no &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;CCB&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma optima tarde,passada com uma optima companhia(ratinha)...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje nao sei que dizer,estou um pouco cansado,e amanha recomeça a rotina,a tal...&lt;br /&gt;deixo vos aqui com algumas peças que por la existem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R_lH8nmqX4I/AAAAAAAAADU/MuCl2fh__ek/s1600-h/Imagem089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R_lH8nmqX4I/AAAAAAAAADU/MuCl2fh__ek/s400/Imagem089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186255552642703234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R_lIQHmqX5I/AAAAAAAAADc/zLeIHX_s7Aw/s1600-h/Imagem100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R_lIQHmqX5I/AAAAAAAAADc/zLeIHX_s7Aw/s400/Imagem100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186255887650152338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R_lIjXmqX6I/AAAAAAAAADk/LLHo0rnEkY8/s1600-h/Imagem078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R_lIjXmqX6I/AAAAAAAAADk/LLHo0rnEkY8/s400/Imagem078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186256218362634146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R_lI9nmqX8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/zCTVHFvnTCM/s1600-h/Imagem082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R_lI9nmqX8I/AAAAAAAAAD0/zCTVHFvnTCM/s400/Imagem082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186256669334200258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R_lJOnmqX9I/AAAAAAAAAD8/_DETq99XTUM/s1600-h/Imagem077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R_lJOnmqX9I/AAAAAAAAAD8/_DETq99XTUM/s400/Imagem077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186256961391976402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R_lJiHmqX-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/JoAxYi0dAdA/s1600-h/Imagem096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R_lJiHmqX-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/JoAxYi0dAdA/s400/Imagem096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186257296399425506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R_lJ1XmqX_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/qZmngQ_1dCU/s1600-h/Imagem093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R_lJ1XmqX_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/qZmngQ_1dCU/s400/Imagem093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186257627111907314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R_lKOXmqYAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/B-2FmjSknFY/s1600-h/Imagem095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R_lKOXmqYAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/B-2FmjSknFY/s400/Imagem095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186258056608636930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R_lKknmqYBI/AAAAAAAAAEc/JVjcTFzC_Vo/s1600-h/Imagem081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R_lKknmqYBI/AAAAAAAAAEc/JVjcTFzC_Vo/s400/Imagem081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186258438860726290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R_lLJHmqYCI/AAAAAAAAAEk/LOVzkjtYObQ/s1600-h/Imagem098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R_lLJHmqYCI/AAAAAAAAAEk/LOVzkjtYObQ/s400/Imagem098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186259065925951522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R_lLq3mqYDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/GOy1xHZ8LXk/s1600-h/Imagem090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R_lLq3mqYDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/GOy1xHZ8LXk/s400/Imagem090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186259645746536498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-Voces sabem aquela cena o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;AMO tE &lt;/span&gt;do Pedro Miguel Ramos...epa...nem vou dizer nada...(aparte:a decoraçao ta xelente)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps2-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A quem nao gosta de arte,ou nao a aprecia,as minhas mais sinceras desculpas...ehehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ps3-...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461596149531476281-7299515608133000629?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/7299515608133000629/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=7299515608133000629&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/7299515608133000629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/7299515608133000629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/04/arte-tarde-no-ccb.html' title='Arte (tarde no CCB)'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R_lH8nmqX4I/AAAAAAAAADU/MuCl2fh__ek/s72-c/Imagem089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-8205602249703164027</id><published>2008-04-02T22:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T22:29:20.051+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Talento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R_P6nnmqX3I/AAAAAAAAADM/siSH0deXn5k/s1600-h/Imagem022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R_P6nnmqX3I/AAAAAAAAADM/siSH0deXn5k/s400/Imagem022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184763154586558322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;O Génio e Deus que nos dá,mas o talento e por nossa conta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;e mais nao digo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ps2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-eheheh&lt;br /&gt;ps3-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu nao acredito em Deus,mas gosto desta frase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461596149531476281-8205602249703164027?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/8205602249703164027/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=8205602249703164027&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/8205602249703164027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/8205602249703164027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/04/talento.html' title='Talento'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R_P6nnmqX3I/AAAAAAAAADM/siSH0deXn5k/s72-c/Imagem022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-8936828231058766782</id><published>2008-04-01T18:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T19:26:11.817+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cara Metade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R_J4M3mqX2I/AAAAAAAAADE/yopg9cLnjUY/s1600-h/Imagem048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R_J4M3mqX2I/AAAAAAAAADE/yopg9cLnjUY/s400/Imagem048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184338283536736098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual e pessoa que ainda nao encontrou a sua "cara metade"?todos nos ja a tivemos ou temos...e por vezes mais que uma vez!&lt;br /&gt;È bom quando a temos,sabemos que podemos contar sempre com essa pessoa ,e que estara sempre presente quando mais necessitamos,sei que por vezes nao sou o melhor exemplo,mas por vezes compensamos de outras formas!&lt;br /&gt;(ahahah,nao queiram saber demais ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou daquelas pessoas que nao acredita no amor eterno,nem sei se isso existe mesmo,mas penso que e bom enquanto dura,o tempo suficiente para que os momentos unicos que passamos com essa pessoa sejam sempre vividos de uma forma intensa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pessoa que esta comigo e diferente de mim,muito diferente alias,em quase tudo,musica,pensamentos,ideias,maneira de estar na vida etc...mas talvez seja isso que nos faça estar mais unidos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes temos que passar por certos momentos para sabermos e ficarmos bem claros se é  isto mesmo que queremos para a nossa vida!!!(e eu tive que passar por tal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este post e para a minha mais que tudo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gmdt ratinha,como ves nao me esqueco de ti e sempre fiz um post alusive a ti &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;è contigo que quero estar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BjoO Be____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461596149531476281-8936828231058766782?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/8936828231058766782/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=8936828231058766782&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/8936828231058766782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/8936828231058766782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/04/cara-metade.html' title='Cara Metade!'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R_J4M3mqX2I/AAAAAAAAADE/yopg9cLnjUY/s72-c/Imagem048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-5956921044522519326</id><published>2008-03-30T21:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T22:23:36.278+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R_AAGnmqX1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/ghAb-IzJaRM/s1600-h/Imagem010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R_AAGnmqX1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/ghAb-IzJaRM/s400/Imagem010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183643284813799250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Como sabe tao bem por vezes estarmos numa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;esplanada&lt;/span&gt; a olhar para o mar e simplesmente pensarmos em nada,nao é?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temos por vezes a mania de achar-mos que estamos sempre cheios de problemas,e que esses problemas sao sempre mais importantes que os dos outros...mas nao e bem assim nao e verdade?&lt;br /&gt;Existe sempre,mas sempre outra pessoa que se encontra pior que nos!e o que podemos fazer a essas pessoas?apoia las naquilo que elas precisarem,nao as deixar mos ir abaixo...temos que estar presentes(nao digo de toda a gente como e obvio,mas daqueles que nos sao proximos,ou quase proximos,ou seja,que conhecemos!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje nao estava para fazer um post,mas...lembrei me que por vezes um pequeno gesto serve para levantar  a moral a alguem!!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu estarei aqui para tudo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps-espero que estejas sempre com a moral em cima,como sempre a tiveste,tens um problema para o resto da tua vida,mas certamente nao sera isso que te ira impedir de fazer as coisas que mais gostes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps2-Adorote &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Ratinha&lt;/span&gt; linda &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps3-mais uma fotinha tirada por mim,num dia calmo sem stresses...&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Carcavelos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div 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title='Vida!!!'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R_AAGnmqX1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/ghAb-IzJaRM/s72-c/Imagem010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-1600700156038989619</id><published>2008-03-27T19:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-27T20:21:59.838Z</updated><title type='text'>Azares!!!</title><content type='html'>Ahh pois é...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho tido uns azares do caraças este mes...desde o meu espelho retrovisor cair assim do nada,um acidente e como se nao bastasse,hoje perdi o meu passe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava eu em lisboa (onde trabalho),apanhei o primeiro de tres autocarros,quando saio do bus,uma das coisas que eu faço 1º e tirar novamente o passe do meu bolso,qual nao e o meu espanto quando nao dou por ele...bem...fiquei aparvalhado,tinha acabado de sair em Santos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha sorte,foi que por acaso,mas mesmo so por acaso,uma enfermeira que trabalha no mesmo local que eu tabem iria na mesma direcçao(sim,porque costuma sair 2 paragens antes),la estava eu aparvalhado,com 60cents no bolso,e sem saber o que fazer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como ja o referi,a minha sorte foi a enfermeira,quis me logo emprestar dinheiro,claro que tive que aceitar senao ficava por ali apiado,ou melhor,teria que ir a pe e a nado para casa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma das poucas pessoas do meu local de trabalho que eu aprecio no ponto de vista de pessoa que é!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas isto nao é nada de alarmante,teem me vindo a acontecer coisas que nem eu acredito...parece que existe alguem que so me deseja o mal, nao sei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;epa.....hoje tou sem palavras mesmo.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461596149531476281-1600700156038989619?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/1600700156038989619/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=1600700156038989619&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/1600700156038989619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/1600700156038989619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/03/azares.html' title='Azares!!!'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-1821213479180161175</id><published>2008-03-26T20:17:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-26T21:01:45.359Z</updated><title type='text'>Rotina!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R-qwfHmqXzI/AAAAAAAAACs/S7agfojxILo/s1600-h/Imagem012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R-qwfHmqXzI/AAAAAAAAACs/S7agfojxILo/s400/Imagem012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182148369906818866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bom,hoje apeteceu me quebrar a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;rotina&lt;/span&gt; do dia a dia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensei ca para mim,amanha(hoje) nao me vai apetecer ir trabalhar,farto daquilo que faço,farto de certas pessoas que trabalham ao meu redor,alias,farto da entidade onde trabalho!&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas sao mesquinhas,e talvez por isso eu nao esteja bem inserido no meio profissional onde exerço(nao sei se ta bem escrito =S) o meu trabalho...porque é que as pessoas sao assim?porque e que existe ainda pessoas assim?&lt;br /&gt;Uma pergunta talvez facil para responder nao e verdade?felizmente,aquilo esta a acabar(felizmente so por uma perspectiva claro está),dentro de pouco tempo espero mesmo sair daquilo,mas pronto...como estava a dizer hoje apeteceu me quebrar a minha rotina,e tambem porque como todos nos sabemos,por vezes surgem nos "problemas" e precisamos do nosso tempo para os podermos resolver!&lt;br /&gt;Passei o meu dia quase todo sozinho,a conduzir o meu carrinho por aqui e por ali,soube me mesmo muito bem,inspecçao,finanças e seguradora,isto,quase todo o dia(ate as 16 va,looool!!!),tive tambem com a minha ratinha e depois la fui eu para casa descansar um pouco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe bem por vezes termos estes momentos so para nos,sem que exista ninguem a maçar nos a cabeça e que nada mais nos chateia,somente nos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro estar sozinho no meu carro,com a minha musica e a pensar no nada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fora do contexto):Quando me ia embora para casa(ainda eu em lisboa) deparei me com 2 raparigas com o carro parado e com o triangulo posto,e eu claro esta fui perguntar se precisavam de alguma coisa pois estavam ali no "meio"...acreditam que nos 30minutos que elas ali estavam(isto disseram me elas) que fui o unico,a unica pessoa que parou para para as "socorrer"!&lt;br /&gt;O estranho,e que eu antes de as ver,ou perguntar se necessitavam de algo,estava o sinal vermelho e por volta de 6 carros parados,acham normal isto?2 raparigas sozinhas ali e ninguem deu uma palavra,eu antes ate tive para hesitar em falar pois pensei que ja alguem tinha dito algo,mas depois reparei que nao...&lt;br /&gt;Se por acaso eu ficasse encalhado em algum lado,certamente eu iria gostar que me dessem uma ajuda,e por isso mesmo quando posso ajudo o proximo....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;é triste&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R-q5MnmqX0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/AN8QTioqq04/s1600-h/Imagem019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R-q5MnmqX0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/AN8QTioqq04/s400/Imagem019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182157947683888962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ps-Fotos tiradas por mim =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem,ja xega de maçar vos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate ao proximo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;POST&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjos e abraços do puto___________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461596149531476281-1821213479180161175?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/1821213479180161175/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=1821213479180161175&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/1821213479180161175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/1821213479180161175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/03/rotina.html' title='Rotina!'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R-qwfHmqXzI/AAAAAAAAACs/S7agfojxILo/s72-c/Imagem012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-8909106891043370614</id><published>2008-03-24T20:49:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-24T20:52:33.062Z</updated><title type='text'>Como uma Estrela!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R-gUC3mqXyI/AAAAAAAAACk/1I3La_BsRZ4/s1600-h/alpha_cen-060713-41cm-6sec-800asa-nz-s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R-gUC3mqXyI/AAAAAAAAACk/1I3La_BsRZ4/s400/alpha_cen-060713-41cm-6sec-800asa-nz-s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181413410808160034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;M-Olha la para o ceu,tem tantas estrelas...escolhe uma e pede um desejo!&lt;br /&gt;H--entao?&lt;br /&gt;M-vaa,pede um desejo!!!&lt;br /&gt;H--pfff,um desejo?ainda se me desses umas estrela!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Como uma estrela, que só brilha quando quer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Promete estrela, vais sorrir se eu não estiver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Sempre por perto, que é certo que nem tudo dura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Mas a estrela mais brilhante brilha na noite mais escura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Como uma estrela, que só brilha quando quer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Promete estrela, vais sorrir se eu não estiver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Sempre por perto, que é certo que nem tudo dura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Mas uma estrela brilhante brilha em qualquer noite escura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Olha pró céu e escolhe a estrela mais brilhante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Pede um desejo que eu peço o meu num instante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Eu quero tudo uma palavra, o gesto que eu imagino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Num momento em que consigo mostrar quanto valorizo o teu brilho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Peço a coragem pra dizer de forma que percebas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;qué pelo brilho e pra que brilhes sem que te esqueças &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Enquanto te observo se mais ninguém olhar pra ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Eu espero que a noite caia só pra te ver brilhar pra mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Sem os afectos que o teu mundo ainda te nega &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Eu sinto obrigação de te mostrar que vale a pena &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Brilhar por um sorriso, pela coisa mais pequena &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Seja quando já estás bem ou quando choras num telefonema &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Que eu acredito no teu brilho e em tudo o que fazes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Eu só te tento motivar a brilhar sem que te apagues &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Só quero isso mesmo quando tu te vais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Porque eu acredito e sei que consegues brilhar ainda mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Como uma estrela, que só brilha quando quer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Promete estrela, vais sorrir se eu não estiver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Sempre por perto, que é certo que nem tudo dura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Mas a estrela mais brilhante brilha na noite mais escura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Como uma estrela, que só brilha quando quer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Promete estrela, vais sorrir se eu não estiver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Sempre por perto, que é certo que nem tudo dura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Mas uma estrela brilhante brilha em qualquer noite escura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Se consegues ver o brilho que te trás a melodia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Vês um suspiro num esforço que o meu rosto evidencia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Que não desiste porque não é por receber ou dar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;É reconhecer a estrela que o mundo não vê brilhar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;E o sacrifício fez-me ditar mal sentenças &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Que só queria que tu visses que vales mais do que tu pensas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Eu não quero que brilhes num coração de porta fechada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Só porque as estrelas do céu a mim já não me dizem nada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Tu és a estrela que eu mais gosto de ver brilhar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Eu confesso que admiro o teu brilho ou te valorizar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Eu só quero que brilhes, eu só quero que fiques &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Feliz sem que tu retribuas ou justifiques &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Saibas que quem te ajuda, conforta e se preocupa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Não quero nada em troca ou colocar-te em posição de culpa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Não deves nada e não posso ser mais sincero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Quando digo que o sorriso no teu rosto é tudo o que eu quero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;E a promessa que sorrirás toda a vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Mesmo que o tempo me leve um momento de despedida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Como uma estrela que mesmo depois de extinta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Ainda brilha no céu negro de uma noite limpa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Nos ilumina quando o escuro nos mete medo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Que nos fascina por saber que ali vive um segredo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;E quando o sol se põe tudo parece mais fácil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;No escuro o teu brilho faz te parecer menos frágil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Por isso brilha brilha como nunca agora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Não tenhas medo de poder brilhar pela noite fora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Se isto não faz sentido também não faz o que tu dizes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Que tu gostas das estrelas e elas nem sabem que existes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Como uma estrela, que só brilha quando quer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Promete estrela, vais sorrir se eu não estiver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Sempre por perto, que é certo que nem tudo dura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Mas a estrela mais brilhante brilha na noite mais escura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Como uma estrela, que só brilha quando quer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Promete estrela, vais sorrir se eu não estiver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Sempre por perto, que é certo que nem tudo dura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Mas uma estrela brilhante brilha em qualquer noite escura!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;"H--Agora diz,agora agora goza comigo diz,bate-me,goza comigo,diz assim seu estupido!!&lt;br /&gt;M-seu tolo,ahaha&lt;br /&gt;H--entao o que é que tem?porque e que nao posso ter uma estrela?"&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461596149531476281-8909106891043370614?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/8909106891043370614/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=8909106891043370614&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/8909106891043370614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/8909106891043370614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/03/como-uma-estrela_24.html' title='Como uma Estrela!'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R-gUC3mqXyI/AAAAAAAAACk/1I3La_BsRZ4/s72-c/alpha_cen-060713-41cm-6sec-800asa-nz-s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-4684309217834422235</id><published>2008-03-18T23:57:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-19T00:14:45.763Z</updated><title type='text'>banho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R-BXU5aXE1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/61p0BSpDQvw/s1600-h/Imagem004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R-BXU5aXE1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/61p0BSpDQvw/s400/Imagem004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179235587996455762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabei de tomar um belo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Banho&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este banho soube me particularmente bem,querem saber porque???&lt;br /&gt;Pois é,nem eu sei responder...parece que nao tomava banho ha meses,sentir aquela agua a escorrer pela nossa pele,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;suavemente&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;humida&lt;/span&gt; como ela é...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades daqueles banhos de imersao,aqueles em que quando eramos mais novos metiamo nos para la a brincar com os nossos bonecos e a inventar historias e aventuras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nao eram bons esses momentos?em que nao existiam problemas nem preocupaçoes...que belos tempos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;è nesse tempo que a minha irma esta inserida!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bem...vou-me deitar,amanha é mais um dia de trabalho,ou seja,rotina nao é verdade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjo e abraços para todos os que aqui passam!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461596149531476281-4684309217834422235?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/4684309217834422235/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=4684309217834422235&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/4684309217834422235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/4684309217834422235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/03/banho.html' title='banho!'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R-BXU5aXE1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/61p0BSpDQvw/s72-c/Imagem004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-3769411980281450962</id><published>2008-03-13T23:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-13T23:38:15.106Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R9m5GpaXE0I/AAAAAAAAACI/QYohF9QviLs/s1600-h/humor079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R9m5GpaXE0I/AAAAAAAAACI/QYohF9QviLs/s400/humor079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177372770485867330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uMA &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;imagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; que vale a pena pensar nao acham???&lt;br /&gt;Reflitam bem,e reparem na &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; que teem ao vosso lado a dormir,e depois e so ver como a nossa &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;cara metade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; se sente perante &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;h...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Es tudo para mim ratinha &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R9m5GpaXE0I/AAAAAAAAACI/QYohF9QviLs/s72-c/humor079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-6348162199785100077</id><published>2008-03-10T18:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-10T18:49:12.066Z</updated><title type='text'>Viagem:::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R9V8DJaXEyI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5E_vbd46QbQ/s1600-h/PICT6128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R9V8DJaXEyI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5E_vbd46QbQ/s320/PICT6128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176179740240188194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Foto tirada entre &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lisboa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aveiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,aqui estou eu e os meus dois &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;melhores amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;Fomos numa aventura desconhecida,uma saida a noite sem destino(claro que depois tivemos que achar um)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-a foto foi tirada enquanto conduzia =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite muito bem passada,desde o inicio digamos,ate ao fim ((&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;7h da matina&lt;/span&gt;)e eu com uma &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;directa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; em cima =s) mas isso nao me impediu de me divertir,nada mesmo,e sera certamente uma noite para repetir um dia e que essa noite seja bem breve!!&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles nossos picanços com &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meninas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; que conduzem aerosas e que ousaram passar por nos a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;140km&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/h,mas o que é isto.... e ate meninos(o meu carro nao é nenhuma maquina)&lt;br /&gt;Noite digamos que.....de 0* a 5*,a nooite foi de 6*.....quero mais!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já a muito que nao postava,e ja andava com saudades,so que nao tenho tido tempo para postar nem pensar acerca de pois tenho andado sempre um pouco atarefado,coisas de trabalhador nao e verdade???(va-la,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;digam que sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ver se apartir de agora surgem novas ideias para postar,isto precisa sempre de algo pa dar continuaçao....principalmente de desabafos...ehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço e beijos sentidos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zSxoKQ_sWYY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zSxoKQ_sWYY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title='Viagem:::'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R9V8DJaXEyI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5E_vbd46QbQ/s72-c/PICT6128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-6754570837980981358</id><published>2008-02-27T23:34:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-02-28T12:43:53.895Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R8Xzr_iXhWI/AAAAAAAAABw/LP90ztxmVUk/s1600-h/1575863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171807684220388706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R8Xzr_iXhWI/AAAAAAAAABw/LP90ztxmVUk/s320/1575863.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apetece-me por uma imagem que eu tirei ah tempos(&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;quase 3 anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho andado um pouco chateado com tudo em meu redor,parece que as pessoas escolhem o momento menos oportuno pa me F**** o juizo,e gostava de saber porque...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Quem me sabe explicar ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando mesmo a precisar de mudar algumas coisas na minha vida,principalmente o meu trabalho!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-quem me arranja algo que nao se faça quase nada e que se receba bem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoal,leiam,e expressem tambem os vossos pensamentos,é a minha mente,mas tambem e como se fosse vossa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;Cumprimentos&lt;/span&gt;____&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461596149531476281-6754570837980981358?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/6754570837980981358/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=6754570837980981358&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/6754570837980981358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/6754570837980981358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/02/apetece-me-por-uma-imagem-que-eu-tirei.html' title=''/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R8Xzr_iXhWI/AAAAAAAAABw/LP90ztxmVUk/s72-c/1575863.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-2435855386073919297</id><published>2008-02-23T03:29:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-23T03:33:15.267Z</updated><title type='text'>Danni Carlos - Coisas que eu sei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/QB1Mf2KVd-Q" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/QB1Mf2KVd-Q" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Um som &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;profundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,concordam?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hoje estou com uma mistura de sentimentos,tou um pouco chateado por nao ter &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;conseguido&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;um "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;objectivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" que queria ultrapassar,mas de resto esta tudo bem...&lt;br /&gt;È bom quando nos transmitem &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;confiança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461596149531476281-2435855386073919297?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/2435855386073919297/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-5393767920674736504</id><published>2008-02-20T00:06:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-02-20T00:15:21.647Z</updated><title type='text'>Light On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R7tvQ_iXhUI/AAAAAAAAABg/8CNxbaIGrH4/s1600-h/untitled2006_01_285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R7tvQ_iXhUI/AAAAAAAAABg/8CNxbaIGrH4/s320/untitled2006_01_285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168847335061947714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                        &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;By:Nuno Cera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desculpem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,nao me teem ocorrido ideias nem &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps- Calilo,hoje fizeste &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;muita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; falta la na &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Unidade&lt;/span&gt;...ja sabes!!!&lt;br /&gt;ps2-.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461596149531476281-5393767920674736504?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/5393767920674736504/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=5393767920674736504&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/5393767920674736504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/5393767920674736504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/02/light-on.html' title='Light On'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R7tvQ_iXhUI/AAAAAAAAABg/8CNxbaIGrH4/s72-c/untitled2006_01_285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-7351400167465405119</id><published>2008-02-18T23:21:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-18T23:21:34.463Z</updated><title type='text'>Apologize</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/fm0T7_SGee4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/fm0T7_SGee4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461596149531476281-7351400167465405119?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/7351400167465405119/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=7351400167465405119&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/7351400167465405119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/7351400167465405119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/02/apologize.html' title='Apologize'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-4773454527096336496</id><published>2008-02-17T16:29:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-02-20T00:16:11.248Z</updated><title type='text'>Horizonte (Confusao)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R7hhXPiXhTI/AAAAAAAAABU/V1-rvxWZqDU/s1600-h/corridors_02_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R7hhXPiXhTI/AAAAAAAAABU/V1-rvxWZqDU/s320/corridors_02_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167987624343209266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;By:Nuno Cera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hoje(ontem) descubri de facto a pessoa que eu sou,e que nao quero ser!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Quem me pode ajudar a explicar como posso eu mudar?a nao ser aquela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;pessoa egoista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sou,aquela pessoa que promete um dia nao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;magoar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;uma pessoa de quem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;gosta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;e de um&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;momento po outro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;magoa-la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;quem me consegue explicar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Porque é que o ser humano é assim por vezes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sou uma pessoa super &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;confusa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;,e a culpa disto é somente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;minha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pedir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;novamente desculpa de nada serve,mas por vezes é um bom sinal de que afinal sabemos que erramos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;As &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;minhas&lt;/span&gt; mais sinceras desculpas a quem &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;eu tenho vindo&lt;/span&gt; a magoar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Ps-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;nunca esquecerei todo o que se passou ate ao momento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461596149531476281-4773454527096336496?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/4773454527096336496/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=4773454527096336496&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/4773454527096336496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/4773454527096336496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/02/horizonte-confusao.html' title='Horizonte (Confusao)'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R7hhXPiXhTI/AAAAAAAAABU/V1-rvxWZqDU/s72-c/corridors_02_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-7707051778159495176</id><published>2008-02-12T23:15:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:44:33.475Z</updated><title type='text'>Cão + Semear = ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R7Ir0PiXhSI/AAAAAAAAABM/ntGIMUWnw40/s1600-h/fotos+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166239899071251746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R7Ir0PiXhSI/AAAAAAAAABM/ntGIMUWnw40/s320/fotos+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Semear?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Um post&lt;/span&gt; do &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mais simples que se possa fazer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguem me diz como e que um cão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;Semeia&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Aberto &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;ao&lt;/span&gt; publico_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461596149531476281-7707051778159495176?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/7707051778159495176/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=7707051778159495176&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/7707051778159495176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/7707051778159495176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/02/co-semear.html' title='Cão + Semear = ???'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R7Ir0PiXhSI/AAAAAAAAABM/ntGIMUWnw40/s72-c/fotos+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-3528825166287922821</id><published>2008-02-10T02:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-10T02:52:52.081Z</updated><title type='text'>Cofee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R65lYviXhRI/AAAAAAAAABE/IPPGh32aoR0/s1600-h/cafeeeeeeeeee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R65lYviXhRI/AAAAAAAAABE/IPPGh32aoR0/s320/cafeeeeeeeeee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165177298392417554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cafe Solúvel!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes,aprendemos algo com o nosso trabalho,alias,com as pessoas que trabalham connosco!!!&lt;br /&gt;Que foi que eu aprendi de novo aquando deste trabalho???&lt;br /&gt;Fazer um bom café soluvel com o que???Espuma....&lt;br /&gt;Sim,espuma...nao e aquele tipico cafe preto sem graça,este fica bem cremoso e delicioso...&lt;br /&gt;Querem saber o truque???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;é segredo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psttt-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;........................................ADOROTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461596149531476281-3528825166287922821?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/3528825166287922821/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=3528825166287922821&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/3528825166287922821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/3528825166287922821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/02/cofee.html' title='Cofee'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R65lYviXhRI/AAAAAAAAABE/IPPGh32aoR0/s72-c/cafeeeeeeeeee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-656483615314882327</id><published>2008-02-07T21:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:35:07.334Z</updated><title type='text'>So mais um...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6t6rGCNG8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/ixuW8BXCitw/s1600-h/1569311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6t6rGCNG8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/ixuW8BXCitw/s320/1569311.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164356278483229634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagem criada por mim nos tempos em que ainda andava na escola,e perdia o meu tempo com criaçoes(Aluno d´Artes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um dia passou...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é um dia em que n sei o que "postar",sinto-me bem e sinto-me cansado ao mesmo tempo...é um acumular de coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Vida intima corre-me bem dentro dos possiveis,mas depois existem outros problemas que por vezes ferem outros pensamentos....A vida e algo de complicado nao é??mas n serao estes pensamentos "fracos" que me hao-de deixar ir abaixo ou mesmo de nao disfrutar do que a vida tem de melhor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps-a ver se voces de resolvem...&lt;br /&gt;Ps2-...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461596149531476281-656483615314882327?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/656483615314882327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=656483615314882327&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/656483615314882327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/656483615314882327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-mais-um.html' title='So mais um...'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6t6rGCNG8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/ixuW8BXCitw/s72-c/1569311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-3458562667863834218</id><published>2008-02-04T20:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-04T22:38:40.010Z</updated><title type='text'>Simples Olhar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6d8HmCNG7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZfcSd5EDsTE/s1600-h/P8270001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6d8HmCNG7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZfcSd5EDsTE/s320/P8270001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163231967714286514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um simples olhar.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo começou com uma brincadeira,troca de sms atravez do telemovel da calilo(cerca de 1mes),depois,veio a internet...&lt;br /&gt;Passado um tempo,descubrimos que nos os dois eram como uma peça de um puzzle,simplesmente a peça que faltava....&lt;br /&gt;Numa Quinta conheci te pessoalmente e foi a melhor coisa que me aconteceu....Sexta,faltei ao meu trabalho pa te poder conhecer melhor,e nao me arrependi nada mesmo,alias,foi a melhor coisa que eu fiz!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nessa noite senti-me mt mal(tu sabes porque),xorei,enervei-me,e senti um apoio enorme vindo da tua parte que nunca tinha sentido por parte de ninguem...Acolheste me em tua casa(jamais esquecerei isso)&lt;br /&gt;Apartir dai foi um mar de emocoes,sensacoes tdo o que haja de bom!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sou um passaro que viaja ao sabor do vento,e todo isso graças a ti meu ANJO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os momentos que passamos sao unicos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por teres estado sempre la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A foto e dedicada a ti(e tirada por ti),sei que adoras o meu olhar,e por isso mesmo n poderia postar algo sem que a imagem fosse o meu olho!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te adoro meu anjo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3461596149531476281-3458562667863834218?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/3458562667863834218/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461596149531476281&amp;postID=3458562667863834218&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/3458562667863834218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461596149531476281/posts/default/3458562667863834218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/2008/02/simples-olhar.html' title='Simples Olhar...'/><author><name>Osuko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04169286926664867563</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6SV62CNG5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IWNNCJuafBw/S220/126498594_img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3TJWs9cS5go/R6d8HmCNG7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZfcSd5EDsTE/s72-c/P8270001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461596149531476281.post-7488985366664489923</id><published>2008-02-02T21:55:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-02T22:01:33.873Z</updated><title type='text'>Vanessa da Mata Boa Sorte/ Good Luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/y8dQP5srrGk" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/y8dQP5srrGk" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Este post e dedicado a uma pessoa muito especial que eu tive o prazer de conhecer!!!&lt;br /&gt;Caliló&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que poderia eu postar senao a "nossa" musica??&lt;br /&gt;Fizest me abrir os olhos,a ver as coisas de outro modo,e a saber gerir as minhas emocoes e situacoes..&lt;br /&gt;Sem ti tambem n teria conhecido o meu anjo,a minha focucha,e tu sabs que a ti te devo muito mesmo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que gostes do meu post!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um big bjoo Caliló&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pssst: Te adoro anjo=D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461596149531476281-7488985366664489923?l=pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensamentos-reais.blogspot.com/feeds/7488985366664489923/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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