<?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-3891757517929658219</id><updated>2011-08-08T15:41:33.870+01:00</updated><category term='Momentos'/><category term='Vivido a duas'/><category term='My Love'/><category term='Coisas que eu não entendo'/><category term='Desabafos'/><category term='msn/sms'/><category term='Gayzices'/><category term='Coisas de ex'/><title type='text'>Kalash</title><subtitle type='html'>"Chorar sobre as desgraças passadas é a maneira mais segura de atrair outras."

William Shakespeare</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-8429394737299120599</id><published>2010-07-20T21:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T21:41:05.964+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Só para informar...</title><content type='html'>Mudei de cantinho ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-8429394737299120599?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/8429394737299120599/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=8429394737299120599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/8429394737299120599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/8429394737299120599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-para-informar.html' title='Só para informar...'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-3136584423606899119</id><published>2010-07-15T00:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T00:19:53.567+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tenho desde ontem &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;quando me apercebi que isto ainda existia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; uma vontade enorme de escrever, mas não sei mesmo sobre o quê. Aliás, saber até sei, mas não vou escrever sobre tal pois este canto deixou à muito de ser anónimo -&lt;em&gt; quem me mandou a mim pensar que ninguém que eu conhecesse ia aparecer por aqui, reconhecer o nick, e passar o link?&lt;/em&gt; - na altura do anonimato é que era bom! Não por ter algo a esconder, mas sabe bem contar cada pormenor mais ridículo e privado da vida a meio mundo, sem que esse mesmo meio mundo saiba quem está a contar. Portanto, estou a reflectir se ou mudo de cantinho ou não escreve nada de jeito (tipo este post) ... Vou ficar a reflectir sobre tal assunto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;É que criar uma conta para manter outro blog em anónimo dá trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-3136584423606899119?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/3136584423606899119/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=3136584423606899119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/3136584423606899119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/3136584423606899119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/07/tenho-desde-ontem-quando-me-apercebi.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-9177709089741027846</id><published>2010-07-14T01:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T01:15:04.427+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É engraçado como tu vais... mas quando precisas de um porto de abrigo, voltas sempre ao mesmo ...&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;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[O Porto de Abrigo cansou-se sabes? ;D ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-9177709089741027846?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/9177709089741027846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=9177709089741027846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/9177709089741027846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/9177709089741027846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/07/e-engracado-como-tu-vais.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-2352542495558690094</id><published>2010-07-14T00:51:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T00:59:05.409+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; E hoje lembrei-me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;M#rda! Eu tenho um blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/TDz9YSmhkEI/AAAAAAAAAQs/hDVGoY-kAHc/s1600/homer_doh%5B1%5D.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493544239237271618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/TDz9YSmhkEI/AAAAAAAAAQs/hDVGoY-kAHc/s200/homer_doh%5B1%5D.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E por tal aqui estou eu... Sem nada para dizer para além do simples facto de me ter lembrado da existência desta cantinho &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(apesar de não estar com vontade de que ele dure muito mais...)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E então, estão boazinhas/bonzinhos? Hmm Espero que sim :b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ah lá coisa mais triste que fazer um post sobre absolutamente nada- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-2352542495558690094?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/2352542495558690094/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=2352542495558690094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/2352542495558690094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/2352542495558690094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/07/e-hoje-lembrei-me-mrda-eu-tenho-um-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/TDz9YSmhkEI/AAAAAAAAAQs/hDVGoY-kAHc/s72-c/homer_doh%5B1%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-7885435165743065055</id><published>2010-05-31T18:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T21:39:43.963+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ontem descobri como não passar as noites a pensar em ti. A pensar repensar, a sonhar, imaginar... Vou-me dedicar a uma outra paixão, vou começar a ler e ler e ler até ter tanto sono que nem nos meus sonhos pensarei em ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-7885435165743065055?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/7885435165743065055/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=7885435165743065055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/7885435165743065055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/7885435165743065055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/05/ontem-descobri-como-nao-passar-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-5675942426082821877</id><published>2010-05-30T00:36:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T16:32:46.636+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Faz conchinha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mas ela tem um trocicolo e vai coxa?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-5675942426082821877?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/5675942426082821877/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=5675942426082821877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/5675942426082821877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/5675942426082821877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/05/faz-conchinha-mas-ela-tem-um-trocicolo.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-5380131813555329553</id><published>2010-05-28T21:53:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T22:11:51.859+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas que eu não entendo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Há certos pormenores que eu não entendo, nunca entendi e provavelmente nunca irei entender por uma simples razão... Na minha cabeça não fazem o menor dos mais pequenos &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nem dos mais pequeninhÓminúsculos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sentidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quando nos amam &lt;strong&gt;(bem explicitamente!)&lt;/strong&gt;, e nós correspondemos&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (ou pelo menos dizemos corresponder) &lt;/span&gt;e fazemos por um recomeço. Aliás, colocamos esse mesmo como uma enormíssima hipótese bem futura! E de repente decidimos que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epah! A minha ex, Aquela que era &lt;em&gt;uma **** e que só me fazia *****.&lt;/em&gt; Aquela que &lt;em&gt;eu não queria voltar a ver&lt;/em&gt; e &lt;em&gt;só queria a minha vida de volta&lt;/em&gt;. Sabes?! Óh decidi que quero é estar com ela.&lt;br /&gt;Mas calma, não, isso eu até entendo. Bem até. O que eu não entendo é se eu tenho assim tanta lábia para isto e para aquilo, digo, prometo, e sou isto e o outro. Onde raio pus a coragem para admitir aquilo que faço? Porque é que na hora H, a lábia foge e fico sem palavras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(literalmente).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- É que realmente não te entendo. Era suposto a criança ser eu, e as atitudes de quero x e amanhã quero y , de fugir às próprias atitudes e etc serem as minhas.&lt;br /&gt;Eu compreendo um fim, compreendo um acabou, um segui com a minha vida. Só não compreendo dizeres-me uma coisa e agires de outra forma como se nada estivesse a acontecer "longe dos meus olhos". Demonstravas bem melhor personalidade se por vezes te levantasses e não omitisses assuntos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-5380131813555329553?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/5380131813555329553/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=5380131813555329553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/5380131813555329553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/5380131813555329553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/05/ha-certos-pormenores-que-eu-nao-entendo.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-7096804765978552510</id><published>2010-05-27T23:43:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T23:47:44.125+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><title type='text'>Trocas linguísticas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mana, eu sei dizer uma coisa em espanhol!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ai é?! Então diz lá.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Merci.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476084953230010226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S_72QF0i53I/AAAAAAAAAQc/EnsEnHWV_P8/s320/confuso_cao2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-7096804765978552510?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/7096804765978552510/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=7096804765978552510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/7096804765978552510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/7096804765978552510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/05/trocas-linguisticas.html' title='Trocas linguísticas'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S_72QF0i53I/AAAAAAAAAQc/EnsEnHWV_P8/s72-c/confuso_cao2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-1522602181909774791</id><published>2010-05-25T19:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T19:12:53.938+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Um dia, sei que vais entender o quanto significas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Um dia também, verás as lágrimas que por ti choro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Um dia vais ver que te conheço como ninguém e que o que digo, é tudo sincero e não uma história inventada à pressão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mas porém, um dia será tarde demais&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/3891757517929658219-1522602181909774791?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/1522602181909774791/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=1522602181909774791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/1522602181909774791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/1522602181909774791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/05/um-dia-sei-que-vais-entender-o-quanto.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-2555130286661980434</id><published>2010-05-17T20:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T20:22:51.921+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E agora sim... PODEMOS CASAR! *.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(não falta mais nada pois não?! Já tá tudo certo?! )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-2555130286661980434?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/2555130286661980434/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=2555130286661980434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/2555130286661980434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/2555130286661980434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/05/e-agora-sim.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-8130405654292986448</id><published>2010-05-16T22:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T22:25:09.568+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S_Bir2azpZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/NLdDGstDcFk/s1600/cocas.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471982052737000850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S_Bir2azpZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/NLdDGstDcFk/s400/cocas.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S_Bif9aAKXI/AAAAAAAAAQM/dh67dDodvWc/s1600/cocas.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No facebook há com cada cena... ;b&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/3891757517929658219-8130405654292986448?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/8130405654292986448/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=8130405654292986448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/8130405654292986448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/8130405654292986448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/05/facebook-3.html' title='Facebook 3'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S_Bir2azpZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/NLdDGstDcFk/s72-c/cocas.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-1430139673354366577</id><published>2010-05-12T20:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T20:32:27.932+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Posso fazer-te uma pergunta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Diz.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Se não fosses o meu mundo... querias ser o quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;A tua namorada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Amo-te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-1430139673354366577?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/1430139673354366577/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=1430139673354366577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/1430139673354366577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/1430139673354366577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/05/posso-fazer-te-uma-pergunta-diz.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-2625226798263792798</id><published>2010-04-16T20:08:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T20:21:07.350+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Diverte-me ... (3)</title><content type='html'>Diverte-me ver pessoas que no segundo dia de namoro já amam perdidamente o/a companheiro/a .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Sou a única que não consegue dizer &lt;em&gt;amo-te&lt;/em&gt; como se diz&lt;em&gt; bom dia&lt;/em&gt;? É que a primeira vez que disse tal palavra, já namorava à mês e meio, sabia perfeitamente que estava loucamente apaixonada e mesmo assim esperei até que o comboio dela chegasse para lhe dizer a palavra ao ouvido. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;E como se não bastasse gaguejei e tremia como varas verdes&lt;/span&gt;.) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460816255211283842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S8i3c5OMJYI/AAAAAAAAAPg/fUImDXw2l0g/s320/isp_WhisperEar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bola7inc.wordpress.com/2009/02/02/um-passarinho-soprou-me-ao-ouvido/"&gt;Imagem &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-2625226798263792798?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/2625226798263792798/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=2625226798263792798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/2625226798263792798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/2625226798263792798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/04/diverte-me-3.html' title='Diverte-me ... (3)'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S8i3c5OMJYI/AAAAAAAAAPg/fUImDXw2l0g/s72-c/isp_WhisperEar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-1967745442976675382</id><published>2010-04-16T20:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T20:07:39.854+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Diverte-me ... (2)</title><content type='html'>Diverte-me ver pessoas, que mudam de namorada todas as semanas, e dizem sempre o mesmo nas redes sociais "Amo-te namorada (D A T A *), é para sempre."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, não estou a inventar. Conheço várias pessoas que fazem isto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*A data refere-se à data do namoro, e obviamente, é uma diferente todas as semanas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-1967745442976675382?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/1967745442976675382/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=1967745442976675382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/1967745442976675382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/1967745442976675382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/04/diverte-me-2.html' title='Diverte-me ... (2)'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-139604611135307957</id><published>2010-04-16T19:54:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T19:59:58.752+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Diverte-me ...</title><content type='html'>Diverte-me imenso ver pessoas a "&lt;em&gt;darem coro barato&lt;/em&gt;" nas redes socias, nas pessoas que têm lá bem explicito &lt;strong&gt;COMPROMETIDA&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460811433707822050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S8izEPuL2-I/AAAAAAAAAPY/N0dczvojQWU/s320/traicao.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Diverte-me ainda mais ver essas a darem-lhes bola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formosaportal.com.br/artigos/sociedade/motivos-da-traicao"&gt;Imagem &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-139604611135307957?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/139604611135307957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=139604611135307957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/139604611135307957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/139604611135307957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/04/diverte-me.html' title='Diverte-me ...'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S8izEPuL2-I/AAAAAAAAAPY/N0dczvojQWU/s72-c/traicao.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-4267278577695166330</id><published>2010-04-06T01:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T01:14:20.797+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S7p8pALk1zI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/jExI6c2Lso8/s1600/camping.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456810942377809714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S7p8pALk1zI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/jExI6c2Lso8/s320/camping.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Este blog foi de férias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/3891757517929658219-4267278577695166330?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/4267278577695166330/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=4267278577695166330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/4267278577695166330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/4267278577695166330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/04/este-blog-foi-de-ferias.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S7p8pALk1zI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/jExI6c2Lso8/s72-c/camping.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-8833413347872729586</id><published>2010-04-01T21:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T21:48:01.444+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gayzices'/><title type='text'>Momento de Publicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:tod@s"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tod@s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; @s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:interessad@s"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;interessad@s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455273043986988578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S7UF7iObviI/AAAAAAAAAPI/D8w80zCKif0/s400/7cc_500px_web_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Para mais informações, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rea.pt/forum/index.php?topic=21534.0;wap2"&gt;consultem. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-8833413347872729586?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/8833413347872729586/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=8833413347872729586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/8833413347872729586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/8833413347872729586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/04/momento-de-publicidade.html' title='Momento de Publicidade'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S7UF7iObviI/AAAAAAAAAPI/D8w80zCKif0/s72-c/7cc_500px_web_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-3964948594105737777</id><published>2010-03-30T23:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T23:34:19.128+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas que eu não entendo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Aviso&lt;/strong&gt;, revolta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer dia desisto do hi5. Anda cada vez mais, mal frequentado. E há certas personagens que eu penso: &lt;strong&gt;"Esta fritou!! É que só pode!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquela mania do "x &lt;em&gt;the original&lt;/em&gt;" ou "y&lt;em&gt; the original&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (a ideia tem tudo menos originalidade -.-)&lt;/span&gt;, vá, para aqueles que o fazem porque existem terceiros a usarem as suas fotos eu vá que não vá até que percebo, mas quando eu vejo a coisa mais parva à face da terra a utilizar a tal ideia &lt;strong&gt;original&lt;/strong&gt;, caiu pó lado a rir.&lt;br /&gt;É que das duas uma, ou há alguém muita&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;aaaaa&lt;/span&gt; burro que queira ser aquela criatura &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(e por tal deve ser internado rapidamente)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ou a mania para aqueles lados é elevadíssima.&lt;br /&gt;E algo me diz, pela personagem que é, que eu cá devia apostar na segunda!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-3964948594105737777?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/3964948594105737777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=3964948594105737777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/3964948594105737777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/3964948594105737777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/03/aviso-revolta.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-7418218478667788866</id><published>2010-03-24T22:07:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-24T22:16:17.108Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vivido a duas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah! quem mandou que fizesses&lt;br /&gt;Minh'alma da tua escrava,&lt;br /&gt;E ouvisses as minhas preces,&lt;br /&gt;Chorando como eu chorava?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que é que um dia me ouviste,&lt;br /&gt;Tão pálida e alvoroçada,&lt;br /&gt;E, como quem ama, triste,&lt;br /&gt;Como quem ama, calada?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Como hei de eu, de hoje em diante,&lt;br /&gt;Viver, depois que partires?&lt;br /&gt;Como queres tu que eu cante&lt;br /&gt;No dia em que não me ouvires?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem pena de mim! tem pena&lt;br /&gt;De alma tão fraca! Como há de&lt;br /&gt;Minh'alma, que é tão pequena,&lt;br /&gt;Poder com tanta saudade?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Velha Página &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Poesias, Olavo Bilac&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S6qOpFtaisI/AAAAAAAAAO4/LKAxaiTNico/s1600/abra%C3%A7o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 215px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452327135443847874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S6qOpFtaisI/AAAAAAAAAO4/LKAxaiTNico/s320/abra%C3%A7o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adorei o abraço.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vi.sualize.us/canopusoheil/girls/"&gt;Imagem &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-7418218478667788866?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/7418218478667788866/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=7418218478667788866&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/7418218478667788866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/7418218478667788866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S6qOpFtaisI/AAAAAAAAAO4/LKAxaiTNico/s72-c/abra%C3%A7o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-3381017861930986868</id><published>2010-03-24T21:44:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-24T21:45:45.969Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lembram-se do post da &lt;em&gt;Reviravolta&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(não me está a apetecer fazer a hiperligação.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epá esqueçam. Pode parecer que conseguimos, mas basta uma troca de olhares e a cena volta toda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-3381017861930986868?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/3381017861930986868/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=3381017861930986868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/3381017861930986868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/3381017861930986868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/03/lembram-se-do-post-da-reviravolta-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-8827564032730308880</id><published>2010-03-19T19:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-19T19:02:36.560Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gayzices'/><title type='text'>Saída do armário</title><content type='html'>Há quem saia do armário, outras pessoas, como eu, são arrancadas à força.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Eu não estava preparada e a minha mãe também não estava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-8827564032730308880?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/8827564032730308880/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=8827564032730308880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/8827564032730308880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/8827564032730308880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/03/saida-do-armario.html' title='Saída do armário'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-8779829602365707725</id><published>2010-03-13T19:38:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-13T19:50:29.631Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gayzices'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No carro, a caminho de casa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(após receber um sms)&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;óh! Agora esta diz-me que não vai sair. Isto hoje...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(mãe)&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Então?! Quem é que não vai contigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;P.&lt;/strong&gt; Fica a namorar até às tantas depois dá nisto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ahhh. A &lt;strong&gt;P.&lt;/strong&gt; namora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sim, namora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E como se chama o namorado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S.&lt;/strong&gt; mãe, chama-se &lt;strong&gt;S.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E o teu ? Como se chama o teu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oh mãe, menos! Não estou com paciência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh, mas porque é que não me contas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Porque não te diz respeito e pronto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas não gosta de ti é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oh mãe, já chega. Deixa-me lá estar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas gostas de uma rapariga é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448207816472013250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S5vsJKtSKcI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Yict1r3YlnQ/s200/homer-assustado-74747.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;strong&gt; . . MOMENTO DE CHOQUE . . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;É mãe! É isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Então vou-me pôr a jeito de descobrir quem é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. . . Silêncio . . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Então e vão sair onde?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(como se nada fosse!!!)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Isto foi uma espécie de abrir o armário, mas ficar lá dentro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-8779829602365707725?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/8779829602365707725/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=8779829602365707725&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/8779829602365707725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/8779829602365707725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-carro-caminho-de-casa-apos-receber.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S5vsJKtSKcI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Yict1r3YlnQ/s72-c/homer-assustado-74747.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-1448421614072694476</id><published>2010-03-10T17:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-10T17:57:49.830Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'>Reviravolta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S5fdBC0c5lI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Y1dGa-V-iFw/s1600-h/AGORA-SIGO-O-MEU-CAMINHO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447065284334380626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S5fdBC0c5lI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Y1dGa-V-iFw/s320/AGORA-SIGO-O-MEU-CAMINHO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tenho vindo a pensar, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;desde que decidi fazê-lo&lt;/span&gt;, que quando estamos a dizer &lt;em&gt;Eu não a consigo esquecer!&lt;/em&gt; Estamos a mentir, tanto aos outros, como &lt;strong&gt;pior&lt;/strong&gt; ainda, a nós mesmos. A questão não é conseguir, mas &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;querer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;É que às vezes, nós não queremos por medo. Refugiamos-nos no medo de que um dia ela, possa querer voltar e nós já não vamos lá estar à espera. Temos medo de que estejamos e desperdiçar o nosso&lt;em&gt; grande amor&lt;/em&gt;. Aliás é isto que pensamos, porque na realidade, o nosso único medo é ter que voltar a percorrer o mundo sem a pessoa que percorreu um dia o mundo connosco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dark.bloguepessoal.com/92557/AGORA-SIGO-O-MEU-CAMINHO/"&gt;Imagem &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;E quando queremos é tudo tão mais fácil ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-1448421614072694476?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/1448421614072694476/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=1448421614072694476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/1448421614072694476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/1448421614072694476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/03/reviravolta.html' title='Reviravolta'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S5fdBC0c5lI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Y1dGa-V-iFw/s72-c/AGORA-SIGO-O-MEU-CAMINHO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-5812303530992485121</id><published>2010-03-08T14:42:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-03-08T14:55:16.943Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia Internacional da Mulher</title><content type='html'>Passei por aqui só para desejar a &lt;strong&gt;tod&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt; um Feliz e Fantástico dia, e relembrar a todas que somos fantásticas ;b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="390" height="260"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pc5QgcMsXBQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pc5QgcMsXBQ&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="390" height="260"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anatomia é uma coisa que os homens também têm, mas que, nas mulheres, fica muito melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Millôr Fernandes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-5812303530992485121?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/5812303530992485121/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=5812303530992485121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/5812303530992485121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/5812303530992485121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/03/dia-internacional-da-mulher.html' title='Dia Internacional da Mulher'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-1716930897646942992</id><published>2010-03-06T19:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-06T19:55:39.983Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gayzices'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="260"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OfllyIi-7Ik&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OfllyIi-7Ik&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="260"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Agora a Tia da P. ficou sem &lt;a href="http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/01/pensamentos-da-tia-da-p-agora-sim.html"&gt;argumento &lt;/a&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/3891757517929658219-1716930897646942992?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/1716930897646942992/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=1716930897646942992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/1716930897646942992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/1716930897646942992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/03/agora-tia-da-p.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-8199268840706814467</id><published>2010-03-03T21:38:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-03-03T21:49:46.280Z</updated><title type='text'>Facebook2</title><content type='html'>Em relação ao que disse &lt;a href="http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/02/facebook.html"&gt;aqui &lt;/a&gt;, hoje estou um pouco mais feliz. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444525944354242482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S47XgAOh_7I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/74sYFHoixfc/s400/Estabulo.png" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ACABEI O ESTÁBULO !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s: Deixar de jogar os jogos do facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.p.s: E Deixá-los Rápidamente antes que frite os neurónios completamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-8199268840706814467?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/8199268840706814467/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=8199268840706814467&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/8199268840706814467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/8199268840706814467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/03/facebook2.html' title='Facebook2'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S47XgAOh_7I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/74sYFHoixfc/s72-c/Estabulo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-1818322861597638851</id><published>2010-02-25T21:56:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-25T21:57:28.955Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Gosto de te ver a rir e a brincar, gosto do teu cheiro e do teu olhar, gosto de te ter sempre perto e de sentir que tudo está certo, de saber que afinal vale a pena acreditar que um dia a paz acaba sempre por chegar, que não há esperas vãs nem dias perdidos, que todas as noites são de lua cheia e todas as manhãs estão cheias de ti, meu amor, quero-te, quero-te, quero-te. Por isso abre as mãos e o peito, deixa-me ficar para sempre lá dentro, guarda-me em ti e espera sem esperar a cada dia que passar, que este meu amor imenso, doce, intemporal resista ao tempo, resista ao medo, resista ao mundo, resista a tudo e não precise de mais nada a não ser de ti, tu que és principio e fim, que estás no meio de tudo, que atravessas a vida de mão dada comigo, tu de quem eu gosto, gosto, gosto."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Margarida Rebelo Pinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-1818322861597638851?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/1818322861597638851/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=1818322861597638851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/1818322861597638851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/1818322861597638851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/02/gosto-de-te-ver-rir-e-brincar-gosto-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-6706378142151786527</id><published>2010-02-24T18:30:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-24T18:38:33.454Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><title type='text'>Inocência de criança</title><content type='html'>Eu, a melhor amiga, e os irmãos dela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ela)&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;P. gostas de meninos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       -&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Shim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       -&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Gostas de meninos?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       -&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Shim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       -&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E tu J. , gostas de meninos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       -&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       -&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E tu Ni, Gostas de meninos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(eu)  &lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       -&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E de meninas Ni? Gostas de meninas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       -&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sim P. Eu gosto de meninas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       -&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque é que o resto da sociedade não se limita a dizer também este "&lt;em&gt;tá&lt;/em&gt;" e seguir o seu caminho com a mesma alegria deste miúdo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-6706378142151786527?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/6706378142151786527/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=6706378142151786527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/6706378142151786527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/6706378142151786527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/02/inocencia-de-crianca.html' title='Inocência de criança'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-6743118181245434934</id><published>2010-02-24T18:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-24T18:27:49.056Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><title type='text'>Piadas sem piada alguma.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ela)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; -&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; O que é que Deus disse quando criou o Homem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(eu)   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Posso fazer melhor. E criou a mulher. Já conheço.&lt;br /&gt;          Olha assim: O que é que Deus disse quando criou os hetero?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;      &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Vem aí merda... Vá o que é que ele disse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;      &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;Posso fazer melhor! E criou as lésbicas.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*ahahahah*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela não achou piada mas eu ri-me aí uns bons 10minutinhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s: Não, não tenho nada contra heteros, foi uma piadinha inocente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-6743118181245434934?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/6743118181245434934/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=6743118181245434934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/6743118181245434934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/6743118181245434934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/02/piadas-sem-piada-alguma.html' title='Piadas sem piada alguma.'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-2623715796665659285</id><published>2010-02-24T17:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-24T17:49:16.701Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vivido a duas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Há dias em que acordo com dez anos, o cabelo despenteado e os olhos a brilhar como duas estrelas. Podes estar ou não ao meu lado a dormir como uma criança, ou a viver na minha memória, mas sinto sempre o teu cheiro e oiço a tua respiração regular e vejo o teu peito a subir e a descer ao ritmo do teu coração"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E é por este tipo de coisas que te amo a cada dia mais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TR3kqnalNlA&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TR3kqnalNlA&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Se me prometeres que ficas comigo, eu espero para sempre e fico contigo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amo-te &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;muitinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; muitão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-2623715796665659285?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/2623715796665659285/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=2623715796665659285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/2623715796665659285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/2623715796665659285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/02/ha-dias-em-que-acordo-com-dez-anos-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-6508522092404700879</id><published>2010-02-21T15:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-21T15:54:38.535Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ainda sobre os posts anteriores :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n_T-BbJVdps&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n_T-BbJVdps&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Eles aqui tão lindos. Em pleno séc.XXI ainda saiem a rua para impedir qu outros tenham o mesmo direito. Como diriam os do Gato Fedorento, &lt;em&gt;gente que quer o casamento só para si&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-6508522092404700879?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/6508522092404700879/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=6508522092404700879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/6508522092404700879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/6508522092404700879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/02/ainda-sobre-os-posts-anteriores-oh-eles.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-7254417877303874107</id><published>2010-02-21T00:24:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-21T00:28:28.295Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Não sou homofobo, mas porque que﻿ a homofobia é uma vergonha? Agora só porque uma pessoa tem fobia a algo deve ter vergonha? Devia ter tambem vergonha de ter fobia a sitios altos?&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter fobia a sitios altos está para fobia a homossexuais, assim como ter , sei lá fobia a cobras está para o racismo. Epa, eu adoro estes argumentos. Juro, se querem manter uma opinião eu compreendo, agora não usem é argumentos destes por favor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-7254417877303874107?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/7254417877303874107/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=7254417877303874107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/7254417877303874107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/7254417877303874107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/02/nao-sou-homofobo-mas-porque-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-8827860226343367590</id><published>2010-02-21T00:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-21T00:17:59.525Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas que eu não entendo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gayzices'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OVMd5On1_Qc&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OVMd5On1_Qc&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não é que as criaturas até youtubiiis já têm?! Brutal &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;E ainda por cima tinham que usar uma música que eu tanto gosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E há quem considere o vídeo "espectacular." "excelente", bom publico ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alguém salve este país!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-8827860226343367590?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/8827860226343367590/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=8827860226343367590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/8827860226343367590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/8827860226343367590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/02/e-nao-e-que-as-criaturas-ate-youtubiiis.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-9026967866893468300</id><published>2010-02-20T22:06:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-20T22:16:36.236Z</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>Sabe-se que o facebook se tornou um vicio quando as conversas de msn se tornam em:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ajuda-me a construir o galinheiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Não estou a conseguir, mas vou-te fertilizar aquilo e envio-te um peluche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Olha vou agora enviar-te um. Queres o quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Pregos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Não dá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;O que consegues enviar para o estábulo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Só tijolos e madeira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Esses já tenho todos. Que animais consegues enviar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cabras, patos, coelhos, vacas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Cabras. Ainda não tenho cabras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou ainda, quando nos metemos &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;aos berros&lt;/span&gt; na escola a dizer:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Não te esqueças de ir ao facebook envia-me a cena dos cavalos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Eu quero pregos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E para mim é madeira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E aí sim, aí sabemos que os jogos do facebook são viciantes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 153px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440452686774884370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S4Be5NSJWBI/AAAAAAAAAOI/2MEVcQnVjpM/s200/020909121934gameBig_farmville.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-9026967866893468300?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/9026967866893468300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=9026967866893468300&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/9026967866893468300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/9026967866893468300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/02/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S4Be5NSJWBI/AAAAAAAAAOI/2MEVcQnVjpM/s72-c/020909121934gameBig_farmville.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-2157883865020505339</id><published>2010-02-20T19:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-20T19:22:37.494Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Não sei responder&lt;br /&gt;A tudo aquilo que sentimos.&lt;br /&gt;Começar outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Com cada palavra que me sai&lt;br /&gt;Surgem mais sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Novas emoções&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas porque motivo vou mudar&lt;br /&gt;Se mais do mesmo posso esperar&lt;br /&gt;Não sei responder&lt;br /&gt;Se conseguir olhar para trás&lt;br /&gt;Verei as marcas que deixaste&lt;br /&gt;E não vou querer voltar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que é melhor&lt;br /&gt;Fugir de tudo sem pensar&lt;br /&gt;Grito que me deixem em paz&lt;br /&gt;Vais-me entender&lt;br /&gt;Sete anos para escrever&lt;br /&gt;Sei que sou capaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vá... Sabes que amanhã não estou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Klepht, Musica de Partida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-2157883865020505339?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/2157883865020505339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=2157883865020505339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/2157883865020505339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/2157883865020505339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/02/nao-sei-responder-tudo-aquilo-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-5524680455626929606</id><published>2010-02-19T19:37:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-19T20:09:01.416Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas que eu não entendo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gayzices'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu aceito a opinião de cada um, não aceito é gente ignorante que tenta que outros cidadãos não tenham os mesmos direitos que todos possuem &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ou deviam possuir).&lt;/span&gt; Enviaram-me &lt;a href="http://www.casamentomesmosexo.org/manif/index31.html"&gt;isto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e disseram-me &lt;em&gt;"vai-te a eles."&lt;/em&gt; eu bem que queria ir, mas os senhores não têm lá espaço para eu comentar &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ou pelo menos que eu tenha encontrado).&lt;/span&gt; Gostava de lhes poder perguntar, se quando dizem "Eu quero uma família verdadeira" em que aspectos se encontra essa &lt;em&gt;verdadeira&lt;/em&gt;, porque obviamente &lt;strong&gt;todas&lt;/strong&gt; as famílias são&lt;strong&gt; diferentes.&lt;/strong&gt; E eu gostava, juro que gostava, de que no dia 20 fosse toda a comunidade gay e simpatizantes para o marquês de pombal, talvez não seja a atitude correcta, talvez não esteja a respeitar a opinião dos que lá estejam e peço desculpa por tal, mas não consigo respeitar quem não respeita os meus sentimentos, quem não respeita que eu sou uma cidadã e que tenho os meus direitos, quem não respeita a própria constituição da república portuguesa, o artigo 13º onde diz que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Todos os cidadãos têm a mesma dignidade social e são iguais perante a lei.&lt;br /&gt;2. Ninguém pode ser privilegiado, beneficiado, prejudicado, privado de qualquer direito ou isento de qualquer dever em razão de ascendência, sexo, raça, língua, território de origem, religião, convicções políticas ou ideológicas, instrução, situação económica , condição social ou orientação sexual.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou IGUAL, e um dia, gostava de ser RESPEITADA no meu país. Gostava que um dia estas pessoas saíssem à rua pelo abuso de menores, pelo abuso da autoridade, pelo tráfico de pessoas, por causas justas, por causas de &lt;strong&gt;igualdade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-5524680455626929606?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/5524680455626929606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=5524680455626929606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/5524680455626929606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/5524680455626929606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/02/eu-aceito-opiniao-de-cada-um-nao-aceito.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-7036517247848296705</id><published>2010-02-18T18:29:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-02-18T19:09:10.931Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de ex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gayzices'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Há uns tempos, estava a tentar descobrir com a 4SW porquê este &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Shane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;adiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; que existe por esse mundo fora. Nenhuma de nós a acha nada de especial de cara &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(não é feia! mas não é linda de morrer...)&lt;/span&gt; de corpo&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (okay, de corpo eu gosto :b)&lt;/span&gt; mas no sentindo geral, não tem propriamente um corpo &lt;em&gt;tipicamente&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;feminino&lt;/em&gt;. O facto de como personagem &lt;em&gt;"comer muitas"&lt;/em&gt; ... será que é isso? Será que "&lt;em&gt;nós" &lt;/em&gt;nos sentimos bem a ser "&lt;strong&gt;Mais Uma Para A Lista&lt;/strong&gt;"? Bem, de qualquer forma, se for esse o caso, não foi isso que a mim e à 4SW despertou atenção quanto à Katherine Moening. Chegámos à conclusão de que a mulher tem charme e pronto. Há ali qualquer coisa que não se explica.&lt;br /&gt;Não é bonita. Não é boa. É sexy!&lt;br /&gt;Passando ao assunto que &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;realmente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;me trouxe aqui... Por mais que tentemos &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(eu e a 4sw) &lt;/span&gt;sempre que vem Shane à conversa vem também um&lt;br /&gt;"-PORQUE RAIO ELA NÃO CASOU COM A CARMEN?!"&lt;br /&gt;Já inventámos imensos finais alternativos ao que a série teve &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(e aquele foi um final muito fraquinho... esperava mais), &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e em todas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;as alternativas a Carmen aparecia e ficava com a shane, e a shane ganhava juízo etc... Confesso que sempre que vejo o ultimo episódio da 3ª temporada tenho a esperança de que por via mágica, ou coisa parecida, elas casem na minha televisão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="260"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bHnYiwqJJcI&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bHnYiwqJJcI&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="320" height="260"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube-video-codes.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-7036517247848296705?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/7036517247848296705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=7036517247848296705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/7036517247848296705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/7036517247848296705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/02/ha-uns-tempos-estava-e-tentar-descobrir.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-4278151515689677812</id><published>2010-02-18T18:01:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-02-18T19:07:43.985Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de ex'/><title type='text'>"Um pouco de mim em 5 revelações"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S32AtoxqL2I/AAAAAAAAAOA/WpYlcTVFlGs/s1600-h/selo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439645446461599586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S32AtoxqL2I/AAAAAAAAAOA/WpYlcTVFlGs/s200/selo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bem recebi isto da &lt;a href="http://reflectingyourmind.blogspot.com/"&gt;4SW&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;já à algum tempinho&lt;/span&gt;, e achei por bem &lt;strong&gt;finalmente&lt;/strong&gt;, responder. Então aqui vai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Eu já... adormeci numa aulas (em várias mas pronto).&lt;br /&gt;b) Eu nunca... fugi ao pica. (sou mesmo santinha :b)&lt;br /&gt;c) Eu sei... que matemática é demasiado secante.&lt;br /&gt;d) Eu quero... concretizar os meus objectivos.&lt;br /&gt;e) Eu sonho... em fazê-la feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tenho ainda de &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(chatiar)&lt;/span&gt; pedir a mais cinco que façam o mesmo... Portanto, como eu sou uma mãos-largas não convido cinco e convido toda a gente que aqui venha a fazer isto :b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pronto, ex, está respondido ;b&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-4278151515689677812?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/4278151515689677812/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=4278151515689677812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/4278151515689677812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/4278151515689677812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/02/um-pouco-de-mim-em-5-revelacoes.html' title='&quot;Um pouco de mim em 5 revelações&quot;'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S32AtoxqL2I/AAAAAAAAAOA/WpYlcTVFlGs/s72-c/selo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-7799008279262011661</id><published>2010-02-18T15:55:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-18T16:08:05.895Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gayzices'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estava eu muito bem a passear no &lt;a href="htt://spotlezie.ning.com/"&gt;spotlezie &lt;/a&gt;quando encontrei lá uma pergunta sobre se a homossexualidade seria ou não uma escolha &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(blalabla),&lt;/span&gt; e houve alguém que disse que existia uma teoria qualquer em biologia &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(qualquer coisa)&lt;/span&gt; que defende que a homossexualidade provem das hormonas caracteristicas do sexo oposto ao do bebe que a mãe liberta para o ventre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora se assim o for, eu sou gay e a culpada é a minha mãe! Boa!! É hoje que me vou assumir, já consigo imaginar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Mãe! Mãe! Sou homossexual, gosto de miúdas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tu o quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;É isso! E só para que saibas, a culpada és tu, que segundo a teoria de não sei o quê libertas-te hormonas que não devias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol é desta que a senhora minha mãe tem um ataque do miocárdio :b&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-7799008279262011661?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/7799008279262011661/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=7799008279262011661&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/7799008279262011661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/7799008279262011661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/02/estava-eu-muito-bem-passear-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-3784183068176834145</id><published>2010-02-16T22:23:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-16T22:42:34.694Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gayzices'/><title type='text'>Mini mini (mini mini mini) Férias.</title><content type='html'>O que fazer quando se está de férias?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Ver filmes de tendência Lésbica :b&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro foi &lt;em&gt;Lost and Delirious&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dá uma certa vontade de entrar para dentro do filmes espetar a miúda contra a parede e dizer "&lt;strong&gt;HELLO!! A gaja gosta de ti. Tu gostas dela. Caga pós teus pais, foge com ela e sê feliz!"&lt;/strong&gt; (e pára de dormir com um gajo que isso até parece mal).  Fora isto&lt;/span&gt;, é um bom filme.&lt;br /&gt;O segundo foi &lt;em&gt;Loving Annabelle&lt;/em&gt;, também muito bom &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(mas falta um final Feliz! tipo ela a sair da prisão e a outra à espera dela, uma cena assim ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por ultimo, &lt;em&gt;The incredibly true adventure of two girls in love&lt;/em&gt; é bonzinho, vá achei que avançou depressa demais mas pronto, não desgostei.&lt;br /&gt;Continuo a achar &lt;em&gt;Imagine me and You&lt;/em&gt; um dos melhores ;b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="160" height="130"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U2TqVu7z_UI&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U2TqVu7z_UI&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="160" height="130"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;object width="160" height="130"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w_6lEpMt_E4&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w_6lEpMt_E4&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="160" height="130"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br&gt;  &lt;object width="160" height="130"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n9rUfM3jWYU&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n9rUfM3jWYU&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="160" height="130"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;object width="160" height="130"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3iLmkeHjMH8&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3iLmkeHjMH8&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="160" height="130"&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/3891757517929658219-3784183068176834145?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/3784183068176834145/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=3784183068176834145&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/3784183068176834145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/3784183068176834145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/02/mini-mini-mini-mini-mini-ferias.html' title='Mini mini (mini mini mini) Férias.'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-5337647097518451356</id><published>2010-02-16T22:15:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-18T19:05:57.821Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Love'/><title type='text'>Que espécie de caminhante sou?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"...Sei que a minha crença inabalável, a minha energia amorosa e o meu desejo eterno por ti irão alcançar-te e tocar-te de alguma forma. Não me perguntes como, mas sinto que é possível. Gosto de acreditar que tenho o dom de tornar realidade as minhas ficções. E, neste momento, tu és a minha mais bela ficção, um sonho que acalento como uma criança que cresce, sabendo que a espera será grande, será arriscada e ninguém sabe se será frutífera. O objectivo não é o mais importante, mas sim o caminho que se percorre para o alcançar.&lt;br /&gt;Somos nós, com os nossos passos, que vamos fazendo o nosso próprio caminho. Há quem corra demasiado depressa e perca a alma no trajecto, há quem mude de ideias e arrisque um atalho, há quem não saiba escolher a melhor direcção quando chega a uma encruzilhada, há quem deixe pedras pelo caminho para não se perder, se precisar de voltar para trás.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei que espécie de caminhante sou, para onde vou, não sei. Nem sei para onde vais. Nem tu sabes. Pode ser que um dia acordes com uma luz nova, uma força desconhecida que te vai trazer até mim… Sei que há uma força estranha que me faz correr para ti, embora nunca, em nenhuma circunstancia, corra atrás de ti, porque não posso, não me é permitido interferir no teu destino e mudar o curso da tua vida. Isso, terás que ser tu a fazê-lo, por ti e para ti, se assim o entenderes. Será que sentes a mesma força? Quero acreditar que sim, mas no fundo começo a sentir que não…”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438969642627823698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S3saErT2-FI/AAAAAAAAANw/KVFAHhNcKrw/s320/caminhos1qm7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Margarida Rebelo Pinto, Diário da Tua Ausência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img76.imageshack.us/i/caminhos1qm7.jpg/"&gt;Imagem &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-5337647097518451356?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/5337647097518451356/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=5337647097518451356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/5337647097518451356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/5337647097518451356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/02/que-especie-de-caminhante-sou.html' title='Que espécie de caminhante sou?'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S3saErT2-FI/AAAAAAAAANw/KVFAHhNcKrw/s72-c/caminhos1qm7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-8555627301016042506</id><published>2010-02-08T19:36:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-18T19:08:52.141Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de ex'/><title type='text'>Momentos de Ex</title><content type='html'>18h50, depois de um treino de basket (Dela) adiado, vinda com os seus calções do mesmo desporto, chegando ao meio da rua:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ex, vou mudar de roupa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;'Tás a gozar! Não vais fazer isso, estamos no meio da rua C!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Deixa só o velhote passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Calções despidos, calças vestidas (em cerca de 10segundos)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Cronometras-te?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19h30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Se "no dia x" tudo correr bem, eu vou ter bué sexo. Mas mesmo bué. Sem parar mesmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois disto, &lt;strong&gt;NÃO&lt;/strong&gt;, a minha ex, &lt;strong&gt;NÃO&lt;/strong&gt; é normal!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-8555627301016042506?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/8555627301016042506/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=8555627301016042506&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/8555627301016042506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/8555627301016042506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/02/momentos-de-ex.html' title='Momentos de Ex'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-8588616758707460415</id><published>2010-02-05T10:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-05T10:10:01.468Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Acho que todos os dias, deviam ser dias de greve. Um dos melhores direitos já obtidos! ;D&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434699127470471074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S2vuD-oAt6I/AAAAAAAAANo/f3rNin16GbM/s320/greve_dos_professores%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=" http://assuemevidencia.blogspot.com/2009_03_15_archive.html "&gt; Imagem &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-8588616758707460415?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/8588616758707460415/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=8588616758707460415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/8588616758707460415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/8588616758707460415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/02/acho-que-todos-os-dias-deviam-ser-dias.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S2vuD-oAt6I/AAAAAAAAANo/f3rNin16GbM/s72-c/greve_dos_professores%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-8875082039207827526</id><published>2010-02-04T21:38:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-02-18T19:10:29.720Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de ex'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Nota:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. Não ir do Brown's até ao Areeiro a pé, apenas se for uma missão suicida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434507141120301314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S2s_c5vMmQI/AAAAAAAAANY/tHvLMcAPksU/s320/coffee_speaks.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nota 2:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.Quando achar que devo beijar, &lt;strong&gt;Beijar de uma vez&lt;/strong&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;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434509220694874594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S2tBV8waWeI/AAAAAAAAANg/UvTiGbC8qPU/s320/13934258_jpeg_preview_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www3.sympatico.ca/al/icons/coffee/coffee_speaks.gif"&gt;Imagem1 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ak2.static.dailymotion.com/static/video/852/439/13934258:jpeg_preview_large.jpg"&gt;Imagem2 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-8875082039207827526?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/8875082039207827526/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=8875082039207827526&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/8875082039207827526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/8875082039207827526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/02/nota.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S2s_c5vMmQI/AAAAAAAAANY/tHvLMcAPksU/s72-c/coffee_speaks.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-3343055806811639053</id><published>2010-01-29T21:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-29T21:13:35.593Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Adoro, Adoro, Adoro boquinhas Homofóbicas da parte de meninas "aiNãoMeToquesQueEuSouFeitaDeVidrinhos" que começam a perder um jogo de futsal por uns 10-0 e a ir mil defender uma e depois baixinho dizerem a outras meninas do mesmo tipo:&lt;br /&gt;"-Aquela deve pensar que eu não sei que ela gosta de ter BUÉS em cima dela."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro pois! É o meu sonho, a minha fantasia sexual ;D Menina mesmo fofinha, a oferecer-se assim para realizar o meu desejo ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-3343055806811639053?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/3343055806811639053/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=3343055806811639053&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/3343055806811639053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/3343055806811639053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/01/adoro-adoro-adoro-boquinhas-homofobicas.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-1561835778881141806</id><published>2010-01-27T18:51:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-27T19:34:37.633Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Foi hoje o dia que te senti mais longe.&lt;br /&gt;Foi hoje o dia que senti que algo se afasta de mim. Eu tento, tento aproximar-te de mim, e tu foges para longe, muito longe.&lt;br /&gt;A guitarra, que por norma me conforta e alegra um pouco, me leva para outro mundo, hoje pela primeira vez senti-a chorar. Cada nota dela era uma lágrima minha, um sentimento teu, uma palavra nossa...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me a desistir do mundo, de ti, de nós.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei, eu sei que não posso continuar aqui neste vai vêm de sentimentos. Eu sei, eu sei que me faz mal este anda não anda. Mas não, não quero ir, não consigo ir. Prendeste-me, prendi-me a ti. O meu coração ora diz sim, ora me diz que não. Ora passou, ora é esta, agora e mesmo, a nossa hora. Acabou por se fechar na sua confusão, não fala mais.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que disse ter desistido de ti, mas a chama continua acesa, mas tão fortemente acesa.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que me dirijo a ti como se não existisses em mim, mas existes tão mas tão presente.&lt;br /&gt;Evito as tuas conversas, refugio-me das palavras. Digo não quando quero dizer que sim. Evito todo o sentimento que guardo em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Quando falas, quando me tocas ao coração, este abre-se um pouco para tentar falar, mas eu própria já o fecho. "Xiiiu, não digas nada."&lt;br /&gt;Começo a achar que ele não se fechou mas que eu própria o tranquei.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que fui a primeira a fugir, a primeira a desistir, a primeira a pôr um fim, a procurar outro amor, a ir embora, a criar uma ilusão.&lt;br /&gt;Arrependo-me de cada palavra usada sem pensar, de cada vez que disse que não queria mais, não, eu não queria mais. Fui fraca eu sei. Não quis demonstrar que o amor que tinha era de verdade, tinha medo de me prender a ti, só vejo agora que já à muito me havia prendido e só tarde me apercebi.&lt;br /&gt;Penso que por ter sido eu a começar a desistir hoje não quero ir. Mas talvez seja mesmo tarde.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez tenha realmente destruído tudo o que existia em nós.&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que recordo cada momento, cada palavra cada respiração. Basta uma simples conversa e consigo ligar o que quer que seja a ti, a nós.&lt;br /&gt;Eras o meu refugio, o meu porto seguro, sem ti, sinto-me indefesa, despida. Contigo existia sempre algo que me ajudava a levantar. O teu sorriso, o teu amor, carinho.&lt;br /&gt;Sentia-me grande e pequena. Protegias-me, colocavas-me no topo, fazias de mim alguém tão frágil que eu diminuía, mas logo me dizias ao ouvido "És a minha menina. Amo-te" e eu crescia, crescia tão rapidamente. É Absurdo. Ridículo talvez. Infantil, penso que sim. É tudo e nada, É apenas Amor. É algo só nosso, algo do mundo, algo de todos.&lt;br /&gt;Não te amo mais ou menos do que uma mãe ama um filho, um homem ama outro, um amigo ama outra. Amo-te simplesmente de uma maneira só nossa, tal como todo o mundo se ama duplamente.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sei, que nunca soube nada. E que nunca virei a saber tudo. Hoje sei que apenas quero que faças tu, a minha felicidade. Hoje sei, que te quero mais perto.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, não quero que me deixes fugir, não me deixes tu desistir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S2CTZQzWIlI/AAAAAAAAANI/NBBwMbtsN58/s1600-h/627941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431503212825158226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S2CTZQzWIlI/AAAAAAAAANI/NBBwMbtsN58/s320/627941.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagem &lt;a href="http://br.olhares.com/espero_por_ti_foto627941.html"&gt;daqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-1561835778881141806?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/1561835778881141806/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=1561835778881141806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/1561835778881141806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/1561835778881141806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/01/foi-hoje-o-dia-que-te-senti-mais-longe.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S2CTZQzWIlI/AAAAAAAAANI/NBBwMbtsN58/s72-c/627941.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-4801580251532858770</id><published>2010-01-25T18:23:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-25T18:29:56.337Z</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos da Tia da P. (Agora sim)</title><content type='html'>E aqui vai!&lt;br /&gt;Será a senhora a favor da casamento Homossexual?? .... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;N Ã O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E porquê, perguntam-me vossas excelências.&lt;br /&gt;Ora porque os animais, que são irracionais, a senhora, nunca os viu a manterem relações sexuais com seres do mesmo sexo, logo, não acha que nós, seres humanos, que somos Racionais, tenhamos o direito de fazer tal catástrofe e ir contra as leis dos bichinhos lá da selva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há lá argumento mais razoável?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-4801580251532858770?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/4801580251532858770/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=4801580251532858770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/4801580251532858770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/4801580251532858770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/01/pensamentos-da-tia-da-p-agora-sim.html' title='Pensamentos da Tia da P. (Agora sim)'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-6246483312728963084</id><published>2010-01-24T22:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-18T19:12:10.562Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de ex'/><title type='text'>Pacto</title><content type='html'>Sms da ex mais fofinha do mundo ;b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Faz um pacto comigo ex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Diz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Enquanto eu não desistir tu não desistes, e vice-versa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim será. Havemos de conseguir ex , se não ficamos nós juntas :b&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-6246483312728963084?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/6246483312728963084/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=6246483312728963084&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/6246483312728963084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/6246483312728963084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/01/pacto.html' title='Pacto'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-7296557978106190710</id><published>2010-01-24T22:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-24T22:19:28.420Z</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos da Tia da P.</title><content type='html'>Amanhã falo disso. O pensamento é enorme. É só para ver se não me esqueço, deixo aqui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-7296557978106190710?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/7296557978106190710/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=7296557978106190710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/7296557978106190710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/7296557978106190710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/01/pensamentos-da-tia-da-p.html' title='Pensamentos da Tia da P.'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-6543417532366743481</id><published>2010-01-24T20:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:01:46.391Z</updated><title type='text'>Momento Disney 2</title><content type='html'>A melhor cena do melhor filme *.*&lt;br /&gt;Sei isto decór e salteado :b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z286f9gAGvE&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z286f9gAGvE&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em português é mais giro:&lt;br /&gt;"envia-me uma carta para Mike Lasovsqi Avenida Mike Lasovsqi Adeus ó vai-te embora 22" xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-6543417532366743481?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/6543417532366743481/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=6543417532366743481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/6543417532366743481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/6543417532366743481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/01/momento-disney-2.html' title='Momento Disney 2'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-6641195283415885915</id><published>2010-01-24T20:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-24T20:51:17.431Z</updated><title type='text'>Momento Disney</title><content type='html'>Quando não tenho nada para fazer, tenho &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(por norma)&lt;/span&gt; ideias engraçadas. Hoje pus-me no Youtube &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(momento publicitário)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , e encontrei uma das músicas que mais me fascina da Disney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-b-jpH2t5Lc&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-b-jpH2t5Lc&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou apaixonada pelos filmes da Disney, este está na top 3 , &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(o 1,porque o 2 da Pocahontas tá mesmo parvo --&lt;/span&gt;), e confesso, acho a princesa da Disney bastante sexy ;b&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-6641195283415885915?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/6641195283415885915/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=6641195283415885915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/6641195283415885915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/6641195283415885915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/01/momento-disney.html' title='Momento Disney'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-778783379339937911</id><published>2010-01-20T20:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-20T20:53:24.002Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gayzices'/><title type='text'>«Eu não aguento, isso é um crime Pois a garota dos meus sonhos joga no meu time»</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1KEfooRZi64&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1KEfooRZi64&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não gostei lá muito da música, mas a letra "SHOW DJI BOLA MÊMO" ;b&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Garota dos meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Área Restrita&lt;br /&gt;Composición: Lucas Falaschi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu fiz de tudo pra você gostar de mim&lt;br /&gt;Até virei playboy, maurício ou coisa assim&lt;br /&gt;Passei a ler mais livros, prestar mais atenção&lt;br /&gt;Pra ver se encontro o caminho do seu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi quando a vi passando por aqui&lt;br /&gt;Eu te confesso que não pude resistir&lt;br /&gt;Naquela rua ali sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Logo pensei "essa garota vai ser minha"&lt;br /&gt;Fui chegar junto, meu Deus que sina&lt;br /&gt;Ela me disse que gostava de menina&lt;br /&gt;E o pior de tudo quase que apanhei&lt;br /&gt;Da namorada da garota que encontrei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não aguento, isso é um crime&lt;br /&gt;Pois a garota dos meus sonhos joga no meu time&lt;br /&gt;O que é que eu faço se então não deu?&lt;br /&gt;Se essa garota pega muito mais mulher que eu?&lt;br /&gt;Eu não aguento, isso é um crime&lt;br /&gt;Pois a garota dos meus sonhos joga no meu time&lt;br /&gt;O que é que eu faço se então não deu?&lt;br /&gt;Se essa garota pega muito mais mulher que eu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui chegar junto, meu Deus que sina&lt;br /&gt;Ela me disse que gostava de menina&lt;br /&gt;E o pior de tudo quase que apanhei&lt;br /&gt;Da namorada da garota que encontrei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não aguento, isso é um crime&lt;br /&gt;Pois a garota dos meus sonhos joga no meu time&lt;br /&gt;O que é que eu faço se então não deu?&lt;br /&gt;Se essa garota pega muito mais mulher que eu?&lt;br /&gt;Eu não aguento, isso é um crime&lt;br /&gt;Pois a garota dos meus sonhos joga no meu time&lt;br /&gt;O que é que eu faço se então não deu?&lt;br /&gt;Se essa garota pega muito mais mulher que eu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não aguento, isso é um crime&lt;br /&gt;Pois a garota dos meus sonhos joga no meu time&lt;br /&gt;O que é que eu faço se então não deu?&lt;br /&gt;Se essa garota pega muito mais mulher que eu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &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/3891757517929658219-778783379339937911?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/778783379339937911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=778783379339937911&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/778783379339937911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/778783379339937911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/01/eu-nao-aguento-isso-e-um-crime-pois.html' title='«Eu não aguento, isso é um crime Pois a garota dos meus sonhos joga no meu time»'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-6680862080929445503</id><published>2010-01-20T19:25:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-01-20T19:37:44.759Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gayzices'/><title type='text'>Dia muito "PRIDE"</title><content type='html'>E hoje pensei : &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É Hoje! Hoje é o dia! Hoje vou contar à famelga toda que eu gosto mesmo é de mamas!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428906994407960274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S1daJdhR7tI/AAAAAAAAANA/d52JVnV1o7Q/s320/armario.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mas depois... :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Se calhar é melhor não. Eles definitivamente ainda não estão preparados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428906747643116594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S1dZ7GP9PDI/AAAAAAAAAM4/w8-uIOWBAJo/s320/paraoanovousairdoarmario.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Será que algum dia estarão? É que mais tarde ou mais cedo sai-me mesmo um "Não, não tenho namorado, mas gosto muito de uma miúda!" é bom que aí estejam preparados)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeira imagem &lt;a href="http://frasesilustradas.wordpress.com/2009/04/19/armario/"&gt;daqui&lt;/a&gt;, a segunda é &lt;a href="http://www.caoazul.com/loja/products_new.php?page=2"&gt;daqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-6680862080929445503?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/6680862080929445503/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=6680862080929445503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/6680862080929445503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/6680862080929445503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/01/dia-muito-pride.html' title='Dia muito &quot;PRIDE&quot;'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S1daJdhR7tI/AAAAAAAAANA/d52JVnV1o7Q/s72-c/armario.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-3581597537929181896</id><published>2010-01-19T22:04:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-19T22:26:00.086Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Não imaginava poder amar como a amei. Acreditei nela como se acredita num sonho. Quando ele desapareceu, eu desapareci com ele.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu sei o que tu pensas. A verdade está noutro ponto, o medo é plural. Precisei de tempo para confessar a mim mesmo que tive medo de não saber levá-la ao objectivo dos meus sonhos, medo de não estar á altura deles, medo de não poder realizá-los, medo por fim de não ser o homem que ela esperava, medo de confessar a mim mesmo que ela me havia esquecido.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas não há distância suficiente quando se ama. Bastava que uma mulher na rua se parecesse com ela, para que eu a visse caminhar, bastava que a minha mão rabiscasse o seu nome numa folha de papel para a fazer aparecer, que fechasse os olhos para ver os seus, que me encerrasse no silêncio para ouvir a sua voz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vivo na contradição da esperança de que a vida nos voltasse a colocar na presença um do outro, sem saber se ousaria falar-lhe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voltar a Encontrar-te, Marc Levy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428578011298808370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S1Yu8H72QjI/AAAAAAAAAMo/2qE2OtRl9yo/s320/tristeza.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Num sonho, numa memória, numa mensagem, num desenho, no céu, no mar, num livro... Encontro-te sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Imagem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/imgres?imgurl=http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uM7NcxnY0TQ/Sqm7WC6d1QI/AAAAAAAAANA/cPiIomw7X-4/s400/tristeza.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://diogocaceres.blogspot.com/2009/09/tristeza.html&amp;amp;usg=__12sYd1tVAYNjdPA6JSthIjBc9wQ=&amp;amp;h=344&amp;amp;w=350&amp;amp;sz=30&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;start=10&amp;amp;sig2=2Cd3sy2TFskJoctdQ9jP2A&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=ChA30rKAgXQPNM:&amp;amp;tbnh=118&amp;amp;tbnw=120&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dtristeza%26hl%3Dpt-PT%26sa%3DN%26um%3D1&amp;amp;ei=HjFWS6K9EJOJ-AaA8oSdDw"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;daqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-3581597537929181896?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/3581597537929181896/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=3581597537929181896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/3581597537929181896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/3581597537929181896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/01/nao-imaginava-poder-amar-como-amei.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S1Yu8H72QjI/AAAAAAAAAMo/2qE2OtRl9yo/s72-c/tristeza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-6122478039764077576</id><published>2010-01-19T21:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:25:49.345Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas que eu não entendo'/><title type='text'>Realmente...</title><content type='html'>Realmente aqui a criatura tem razão.&lt;br /&gt;Passo a explicar, o meu irmão, completamente agarradito à TV, e um dos programas preferidos dele é o "Martim Manhã" . Para quem não conhece, é um rapazinho que todas as manhãs acorda com uma roupa diferente, tipo personagem (ora é um mágico, ora um domador de leões ...). O meu irmão, depois de ver e rever os episódios, vira-se :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;- Mas se ele não gosta, porque é que não muda de roupa ?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH PUTO! Tens razão. O gajo não muda de roupa porquê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-A partir do momento em que faço posts sobre o que o meu irmão diz começo a ficar preocupada com o meu estado mental, acho que fritei de vez, culpo o Mahjong Titans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S1YjCF9lVEI/AAAAAAAAAMg/5--RlAiUSUU/s1600-h/MARTIM~1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 149px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428564919708898370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S1YjCF9lVEI/AAAAAAAAAMg/5--RlAiUSUU/s200/MARTIM~1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Já agora, este é o Martim. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-6122478039764077576?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/6122478039764077576/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=6122478039764077576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/6122478039764077576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/6122478039764077576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/01/realmente.html' title='Realmente...'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S1YjCF9lVEI/AAAAAAAAAMg/5--RlAiUSUU/s72-c/MARTIM~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-4956911660576731152</id><published>2010-01-19T17:40:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-19T18:01:45.856Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='msn/sms'/><title type='text'>SMS</title><content type='html'>Depois de um (okay okay, mais do que um) testamentoooo&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oooo&lt;/span&gt;oooooo&lt;/span&gt; ... meu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Orgulho-me de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um testamentoooooooooo meu e,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;És a única pessoa que acredito que me ama de verdade... Nunca desististe e sei que posso contar contigo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOA!!! Passado varias tentativas consegui demonstrar que amo mesmo, apenas isso, já me deixa feliz&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (acho que me contento com pouco).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(agora bom mesmo, mas M E S M O , era tê-la de volta, mas pronto... cá vou eu tentando, ao menos não posso dizer que foi por falta de tentativas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amo-te&lt;/span&gt; muitinho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;muitão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-4956911660576731152?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/4956911660576731152/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=4956911660576731152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/4956911660576731152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/4956911660576731152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/01/sms.html' title='SMS'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-8661741201131555197</id><published>2010-01-18T17:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-18T17:16:34.775Z</updated><title type='text'>lê e volta a ler</title><content type='html'>Pus-me aqui a ler este blog de inicio, e quando acabei só pensei:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;F#dasse, já escrevi aqui tanta m#rda.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-8661741201131555197?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/8661741201131555197/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=8661741201131555197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/8661741201131555197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/8661741201131555197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/01/le-e-volta-ler.html' title='lê e volta a ler'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-6285270334431383318</id><published>2010-01-18T16:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-18T16:22:10.603Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S1SJXnMdbSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/O52JY7XqqN8/s1600-h/teste.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428114489639529762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S1SJXnMdbSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/O52JY7XqqN8/s400/teste.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S1SJK_jreTI/AAAAAAAAAMI/rOzXcdIkmzY/s1600-h/teste.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;É bom saber ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem quizer fazer o teste, &lt;a href="http://www.ociocriativo.com.br/trivias/pub/teste7.htm"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-6285270334431383318?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/6285270334431383318/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=6285270334431383318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/6285270334431383318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/6285270334431383318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/01/e-bom-saber-quem-quizer-fazer-o-teste.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S1SJXnMdbSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/O52JY7XqqN8/s72-c/teste.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-7930220750012463148</id><published>2010-01-16T17:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-19T20:23:45.151Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gayzices'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S1YUxeLYT2I/AAAAAAAAAMY/nXdv-l-jfG4/s1600-h/gaydar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428549240988651362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S1YUxeLYT2I/AAAAAAAAAMY/nXdv-l-jfG4/s200/gaydar1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y9UeKYF6sno&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y9UeKYF6sno&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu sabia, que havia alguma coisa em tanto medo que apitava no meu gay-dar .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-7930220750012463148?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/7930220750012463148/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=7930220750012463148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/7930220750012463148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/7930220750012463148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S1YUxeLYT2I/AAAAAAAAAMY/nXdv-l-jfG4/s72-c/gaydar1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-2933031555762504454</id><published>2010-01-15T21:35:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-15T22:01:07.285Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S1DlXPAcPiI/AAAAAAAAAL0/xnfQSRuEm1g/s1600-h/Vazio_de_mim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427089738309582370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S1DlXPAcPiI/AAAAAAAAAL0/xnfQSRuEm1g/s320/Vazio_de_mim.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Voltei a lembrar-me, A lembrar-me de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voltei a aperceber-me que ainda falta algo em mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O calor do teu abraço, o sabor dos teus lábios, o teu cheiro atado em mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A cada momento que passa sinto mais e mais a falta de cada pequeno pormenor, que ao longo de todo este tempo tornou o que temos&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (seja lá isto o que for),&lt;/span&gt; tão único e característico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relembro cada beijo, cada troca de olhares, o inocente e tímido típico inicio de um relacionamento, os primeiros piropos, as primeiras indirectas, os primeiros "deixa-te levar". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relembro o primeiro &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo-te&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, dito bem ao meu ouvido e com mais saudade ainda, relembro o que essa situação causou, aquele aperto no estômago, aperto esse que ainda o sinto sempre que te encontras junto a mim, lembro que o teu coração batia a mil quando disses-te pela primeira vez a palavrinha que até hoje nunca a ouvi nem nunca a disse tão sentida como em nós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lembro-me de adormeceres no meu colo nos bancos de jardim. Lembro-me de como é bom estar contigo. E com isto, vou relembrando e ganhando certezas de que passado 1 ano e meio, eu Amo-te a cada dia que passa mais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Penso... Será que virá mais assim? Será que o que virá será ainda melhor? Ou será que este foi mesmo o nosso fim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Demonstras que não. Como dizes, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Entre nós nunca existirá um ponto final, apenas virgulas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;". Se assim o é, se está é apenas mais uma virgula, meu amor, a pausa na pontuação já está grande de mais, vamos encurtá-la .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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 align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amo-te&lt;/span&gt; muitinho&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; muitão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-2933031555762504454?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/2933031555762504454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=2933031555762504454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/2933031555762504454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/2933031555762504454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/01/voltei-lembrar-me-lembrar-me-de-ti.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/S1DlXPAcPiI/AAAAAAAAAL0/xnfQSRuEm1g/s72-c/Vazio_de_mim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-6739088768806367401</id><published>2010-01-14T18:03:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-14T21:19:58.340Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'>Falta algo...</title><content type='html'>Já sentiram que estão bem, não precisam de bens materiais, estão bem de finanças, os amigos estão todos bem e a saúde perfeita, mas depois, há um vazio. Falta aqui alguma coisa. E isso começa a roer-vos por dentro e querem estar completos (sim , que o ser humano quer sempre mais), e falta ali algo que mexe com todos os cantinhos existentes no vosso corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Já?&lt;br /&gt;E depois percebem assim... "&lt;em&gt;O que me falta, hmmm o que me falta é a mulher que amo do meu lado. É ter aquele olhar só para mim. É sentir que vai haver algo mais para além deste gosto de ti mas... É sentir que falta uma razão para acordar todos os dias&lt;/em&gt;." E depois pensam, por outro lado, "&lt;em&gt;Mas bolas eu tenho aquele olhar, pois é assim que ela me olha quando estamos juntas, ele está lá, não desapareceu! Sentir que vai haver algo mais, eu tenho isso... sempre me disse que não existe um ponto final em nós. A razão para acordar,bolas, também a tenho, é todos os dias relembrar-lhe que apesar de tudo eu amo-a mais a cada dia que passa&lt;/em&gt;." Então afinal, o que falta?&lt;br /&gt;Falta ter-te do meu lado, falta poder correr para ti e dizer-te que te amo sem reprimendas, falta voltares fisicamente para mim , porque sentimentalmente , já demonstras-te que nunca foste embora .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Amo-te &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;muitinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; muitão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-6739088768806367401?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/6739088768806367401/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=6739088768806367401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/6739088768806367401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/6739088768806367401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/01/falta-algo.html' title='Falta algo...'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-3289982597434034004</id><published>2010-01-14T17:36:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-14T17:50:27.218Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vivido a duas'/><title type='text'>"Que vou chegar contigo onde só chega quem não tem medo de naufragar"</title><content type='html'>{VOLTEIIII ;b}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... E como voltei nada melhor do que retomar este blog como o comecei, a falar da mulher da minha vida ! :D (&lt;strong&gt;Ninguém lê mesmo isto pois não? É que spot mais deprimente que este é difícil&lt;/strong&gt; :b)&lt;br /&gt;Comecei aqui a ouvir Mafalda Veiga e o que é que deu ... Cada Lugar teu(!) e eu lembrei-me imediatamente de uma certa noite em que estava eu bem sentadinha e bem agarradinha a ti , e no telemóvel de alguém, começa "Sei decor cada lugar teu..." e eu por algum motivo me levantei e coloquei-me de frente para ti, e tu, com esses olhos e aquele olhar mais do que doce que tu sempre me olhas-te começas a cantar-me a músiquinha mas só as partes realmente importantes. Ainda hoje, e por tua causa, a minha parte preferida da música continua a ser "&lt;em&gt; Mesmo que a vida mude os nossos sentidos e o mundo nos leve p'ra longe de nós. E que um dia o tempo pareça perdido e tudo se desfaça num gesto só eu vou guardar cada lugar teu.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de não estarmos juntas, amo-te mais a cada dia que passa, e só tu sabes o verdadeiro sentimento que guardamos em nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Amo-te&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; muitinho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;muitão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-3289982597434034004?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/3289982597434034004/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=3289982597434034004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/3289982597434034004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/3289982597434034004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2010/01/que-vou-chegar-contigo-onde-so-chega.html' title='&quot;Que vou chegar contigo onde só chega quem não tem medo de naufragar&quot;'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-1501856136665313674</id><published>2009-10-14T16:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T16:06:29.108+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vivido a duas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A nossa história ainda não acabou"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Amo-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-1501856136665313674?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/1501856136665313674/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=1501856136665313674&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/1501856136665313674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/1501856136665313674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2009/10/nossa-historia-ainda-nao-acabou-amo-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-5043769830497254627</id><published>2009-09-26T22:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T22:23:26.883+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas que eu não entendo'/><title type='text'>Revolta 2</title><content type='html'>Não consegui comentar lá, comento aqui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um pouco triste, ver este tipo de comentários.&lt;br /&gt;Em primeiro lugar, porque dá para ver que alguns nem sequer tentaram saber de casos anterior sobre a PETA. Não foi apenas a Britney, a Peta tem por objectivo lutar pela igualdade de animais, não destruir carreiras. O facto de apelar a artistas parece-me um pouco óbvio. Toda a gente sabe que pôr "caras conhecidas" dá mais importância a uma causa, a Peta só tentou, na minha opinião, levar a Britney para o "seu lado". Penso que a crítica foi mais um apelo à cantora do que outra coisa.&lt;br /&gt;Em relação ao que diz o Luis Pires, "e que tal se falassem menos dos videoclips, e trabalhassem mais"; eles trabalhar trabalham(!) agora, se cada um de nós fizesse a sua parte é óbvio que os resultados neste momento já seriam mais visíveis ;D quanto à beleza do vídeo, não me parece que a organização esteja a dizer que é bonito ou feio é apenas mais uma maneira de explorar(!) animais.&lt;br /&gt;Outra coisa que não entendi (o tal comentário torna-se confuso no fim), não percebo o que quis dizer com "não é a serio" ... então os animais são de borracha ou assim?&lt;br /&gt;Não entendi esta parte.&lt;br /&gt;Comentário seguinte, em relação ao site , sim existe eu própria fui lá ver. Só que apenas encontrei textos, pessoal que escreve o que quer. Não há uma única fonte, vídeos, fotos, (provas!) para além de tabelas onde não dizem no que são baseadas... Sabem, na net cada um escreve o que quer , não tem de ser obrigatoriamente verdade. Enquanto isso, se fores ao site da peta encontras um pouco de tudo, Participação por parte desta organização.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto ao facto de a Peta acusar quem não se pode defender ... a crítica foi publica e a Britney tem boca.&lt;br /&gt;O ultimo comentário , posso dizer que esse sim, não se deu a um mínimo de pesquisa. "Faz parte da história" ; no tempo dos Reis haviam lutas até à morte porque alguém bebia de mais e dizia coisas que outros não gostavam... isso é história, por isso podem fazê-lo ;)&lt;br /&gt;Não estou com isto a tentar ofender ninguém, estou sim a apelar , para que se informem dos assuntos antes de falarem. Eu sei que dá mais trabalho mas se pesquisarem , passam a falar com certeza absoluta do que dizem e aí ninguém poderá chegar e dizer "não é bem assim"...&lt;br /&gt;(peço desculpa pelo comentário ser longo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Há 4 Coisas que não suporto,&lt;br /&gt;.Homofobia&lt;br /&gt;.Racismo&lt;br /&gt;.O facto de não existir igualdade para os animais&lt;br /&gt;.Guerra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, a revolta quanto a este assunto teria de ser grande.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-5043769830497254627?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/5043769830497254627/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=5043769830497254627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/5043769830497254627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/5043769830497254627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2009/09/revolta-2.html' title='Revolta 2'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-43519609582248707</id><published>2009-09-26T21:18:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:38:33.637+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas que eu não entendo'/><title type='text'>Revolta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Estava à procura de umas coisinhas no google e acabei no site da mtv onde estava o seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;O novo vídeo de Britney Spears, ‘Circus’, está a gerar controvérsia entre os defensores dos direitos dos animais. A PETA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals) insurgiu-se contra o novo clipe da cantora, no qual surgem leões e elefantes numa tenda de circo. A Associação crítica o uso de animais como forma de entretenimento e o sofrimento a que são sujeitos para actuações em circos.&lt;br /&gt;Christine Doré, da PETA, escreve no seu blog que Britney devia ser a primeira a defender os animais que são usados e aprisionados em circos, uma vez que a artista reclama da perseguição dos paparazzi e da falta de liberdade e privacidade na sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Além desta crítica, a PETA criou uma petição a pedir que a cantora de ‘Womanizer’ pare de usar animais exóticos nos seus vídeos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguido disto temos os comentários (todos eles muito séc. XXI sem dúvida) . Um deles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;candyzitah&lt;br /&gt;N eh segredo nenhum ke n sou la mt simpatizante da Britney mas isto é rídiculo! Há tantos e tantos víedos em ke aparecem animais e eles n dizem nda, agr como eh a Britney fazem estas acusações para aproveitarem o nome da rapariga em benefício próprio! PETA Sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH Minha Amiga!&lt;br /&gt;Não me parece que a Peta esteja a tentar ganhar fama pela Britney, aliás penso que a organização se esteja a CAGAR (e desculpem a expressão) para a cantora. Aliás quem está a usar quem para benefício próprio é a Britney que está a usar os animais.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto ao existirem muitos vídeos, claro que existem e OBVIAMENTE a Britney não foi a única a gerar controversia, se não sabes, informa-te que é o que toda a gente deve fazer antes de opinar ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colocado isto aqui, vou revoltar-me com os outros comentários.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mais sobre o tema, http://www.mtv.pt/noticias/noticias_detalhe.aspx?id=1023&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-43519609582248707?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/43519609582248707/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=43519609582248707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/43519609582248707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/43519609582248707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2009/09/revolta.html' title='Revolta!'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-3132169706002623376</id><published>2009-09-25T23:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:43:42.504+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas que eu não entendo'/><title type='text'>Modas do hi5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Não sei, para a gente que passeia no hi5, se já reparam na nova moda para as pessoas nascidas nos 90's a mania de por 199. (ou um símbolo qualquer em vez do ".") .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Com isto tudo, apanharam-me meio distraída, olho para o "sobre mim" da rapariga e pensei mesmo que a miuda tivesse nascido em 199! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;É assim, se fossem mais velhas eu até compreendia, porque há muita mulher com complexos em relação à sua idade agora (!) pessoal entre os 10  e os 19 anos??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-3132169706002623376?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/3132169706002623376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=3132169706002623376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/3132169706002623376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/3132169706002623376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2009/09/modas-do-hi5.html' title='Modas do hi5'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-2516541948208474834</id><published>2009-09-24T19:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T19:38:55.601+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gayzices'/><title type='text'>Emossexuais (?)</title><content type='html'>Enquanto andava na rua com a minha melhor amiga vimos um cartaz que dizia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Justiça na Economia"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ao que a minha amiga diz:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Qual justiça na economia ?! Nós queremos é justiça nos casamentos EMOssexuais!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(?)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385104879812714818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/Sru8W091oUI/AAAAAAAAALs/4s16fhFjWAY/s200/casal+emo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escusado será dizer que depois deste belo erro foi uma fartote de rir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-2516541948208474834?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/2516541948208474834/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=2516541948208474834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/2516541948208474834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/2516541948208474834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2009/09/emossexuais.html' title='Emossexuais (?)'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/Sru8W091oUI/AAAAAAAAALs/4s16fhFjWAY/s72-c/casal+emo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-2109269119262325576</id><published>2009-09-21T20:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T20:15:19.475+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas que eu não entendo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Já repararam que quando mandamos sms e aguardamos muito a resposta e ela nunca mais vem, a primeira coisa que pensamos é&lt;br /&gt; "o telemóvel deve estar a avariar" ,&lt;br /&gt;e a segunda coisa a fazer é pedir a uma amiga&lt;br /&gt; "Manda-me uma mensagem em branco que eu acho que o telemóvel brecou."&lt;br /&gt;Será que sou a única? :s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-2109269119262325576?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/2109269119262325576/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=2109269119262325576&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/2109269119262325576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/2109269119262325576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2009/09/ja-repararam-que-quando-mandamos-sms-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-7886218120741876448</id><published>2009-09-21T08:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T08:12:27.507+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="260"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NNadd2CCcds&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NNadd2CCcds&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="320" height="260"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube-video-codes.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Search Video Codes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ainda te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-7886218120741876448?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/7886218120741876448/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=7886218120741876448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/7886218120741876448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/7886218120741876448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2009/09/search-video-codes-ainda-te-amo.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-7375249972234002896</id><published>2009-09-14T15:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T15:29:07.030+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas que eu não entendo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gayzices'/><title type='text'>O que se vê no youtube ...</title><content type='html'>Depois de andar pelo YouTube (a ver já nem sei o quê), encontrei esta bela cena...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wYns50Rwmrg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wYns50Rwmrg&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu pensava, "bem finalmente estamos a andar para frente" , aparecem essas duas belas personagens, que ao tentarem gozar acabaram elas mesmas por serem as gozadas e o melhor (&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;) é que nem o perceberam (a sua superioridade não permite está claro), e apercebi-me do quanto é triste o preconceito ainda existente .&lt;br /&gt;E é este o país que temos, Bonito não é?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-7375249972234002896?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/7375249972234002896/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=7375249972234002896&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/7375249972234002896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/7375249972234002896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2009/09/voltei.html' title='O que se vê no youtube ...'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-1815868181273592950</id><published>2009-09-07T21:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:05:53.768+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Este blog foi deixado completamente de lado . &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' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-1815868181273592950?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/1815868181273592950/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=1815868181273592950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/1815868181273592950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/1815868181273592950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2009/09/este-blog-foi-deixado-completamente-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-955236920417679707</id><published>2009-07-07T20:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:18:02.614+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SlOtMwaUgPI/AAAAAAAAALk/ThoiuFYC0wo/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 142px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355814816538984690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SlOtMwaUgPI/AAAAAAAAALk/ThoiuFYC0wo/s200/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hoje, vi partir uma das pessoas mais importantes na minha vida. A mulher que me criou, me ensinou muito do que sei, e que, em (&lt;strong&gt;grande&lt;/strong&gt;) parte, fez de mim o que sou hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A minha avó, depois de uma ida ao hospital, que todos pensávamos ser apenas mais uma, devido as inúmeras vezes que já lá fomos por causa das suas imensas dores, decidiu deixar-nos desta vez. "Decidiu deixar-nos"... pode parecer uma maneira estúpida de falar mas é realmente o que me parece. Soa-nos sempre a egoísmo da outra pessoa, que não pensou na falta que faria aos que deixa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Foi uma mulher que sempre deu tudo o que tinha. Tentava ao máximo ajudar os outros. Sempre me ensinou a ser forte e hoje quis realmente sê-lo. Ela nunca chorava. Dizia que não era assim que se resolviam os problemas, eu, imensas vezes chorei no colo dela. Mas ao longo do tempo fui apanhando o lema de "não é por chorar que algo se resolve". Hoje não queria chorar, queria mostrar que era forte como ela, pois sabia que era isso que ela queria, ela mesma dizia que esperava este momento, mas não consegui, no momento em que se sente que é o "adeus" que nunca mais vamos ver aquela cara, dói demasiado para evitar as lágrimas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A minha avó, acreditava no céu, e que encontraria lá o meu avô, eu por outro lado, não sou muito de ligar a essas coisas, mas agarro-me a isso, para esperar que ela esteja mesmo num sitio melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sinto realmente que perdi uma parte de mim. Era bastante chegada a ela e todos nos consideravam bastante parecidas na maneira de ser. pode parecer parvo estar a fazer este post mas não sei realmente o que fazer, e a uma pessoa que me ensinou tanto, penso que uma '&lt;em&gt;homenagem&lt;/em&gt;' ou o que quer que isto seja, é bem merecido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-955236920417679707?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/955236920417679707/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=955236920417679707&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/955236920417679707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/955236920417679707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2009/07/hoje-vi-partir-uma-das-pessoas-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SlOtMwaUgPI/AAAAAAAAALk/ThoiuFYC0wo/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-131532519087243260</id><published>2009-07-04T12:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T12:19:34.625+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vivido a duas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gayzices'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Faz hoje 1ano que eu te vi pela primeira vez. Lembro-me como se fosse ontem. Quando olhei para ti,  senti algo único, algo que nunca antes tinha pensado sequer que podia realmente existir. Hoje, um ano depois, volto a passar esta noite contigo, e nada melhor do que estar nos teus braços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ainda te amo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-131532519087243260?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/131532519087243260/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=131532519087243260&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/131532519087243260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/131532519087243260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2009/07/faz-hoje-1ano-que-eu-te-vi-pela.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-2924938683642177678</id><published>2009-07-04T11:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T12:05:33.536+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas que eu não entendo'/><title type='text'>Ontem no Hospital...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Depois de a minha avó se ter sentido mal, e depois de chamar os bombeiros e fazer a ficha no hospital : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Acompanhante de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;avó da kalash&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; à Triagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Expliquei tim tim por tim tim tudo , recebi uma pulseira e mandaram-me esperar lá fora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1h30min depois:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; -Acompanhante de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;avó da Kalash&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ao Gabinete 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Então o que veio cá fazer a sua avó?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Então, ela queixa-se de dores aqui, aqui e aqui. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Sim mas o que veio cá fazer hoje??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[oh meu senhor, veio cá porque tinha saudades suas, não se vê logo?!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-2924938683642177678?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/2924938683642177678/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=2924938683642177678&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/2924938683642177678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/2924938683642177678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2009/07/ontem-no-hospital.html' title='Ontem no Hospital...'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-1344303952683760836</id><published>2009-06-11T16:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T16:59:20.156+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vivido a duas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soubeste fazer-me querer conhecer, querer descobrir&lt;br /&gt;Soubeste fazer-me gostar, amar&lt;br /&gt;Soubeste fazer planos, imaginar o futuro&lt;br /&gt;Soubeste ser o meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;Soubeste ser o meu porto de abrigo&lt;br /&gt;Soubeste ser tudo o que quis .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, sabes fazer-me ver que existe para lá de nos, e que não é tudo tão fácil como queremos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sabes Né&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;nunca existe um fim para nos&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;são apenas virgulas&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até um dia :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ainda te amo .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-1344303952683760836?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/1344303952683760836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=1344303952683760836&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/1344303952683760836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/1344303952683760836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2009/06/soubeste-fazer-me-querer-conhecer.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-6175001064405581115</id><published>2009-05-24T19:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:52:21.339+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vivido a duas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inspiração&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; aqui do Blog voltou :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[e eu não podia estar com um sorriso mais parvo na cara lol]&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado pela noite e pela tarde .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Amo-te&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;muitinho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;muitão&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/3891757517929658219-6175001064405581115?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/6175001064405581115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=6175001064405581115&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/6175001064405581115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/6175001064405581115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2009/05/inspiracao-aqui-do-blog-voltou-d-e-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-9075038370555080280</id><published>2009-05-11T21:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:39:39.363+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saudades de ouvir : "&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Amor, nas orelhas não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;[lembrei-me assim, só por acaso xp]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade daquele &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NÓS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&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/3891757517929658219-9075038370555080280?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/9075038370555080280/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=9075038370555080280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/9075038370555080280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/9075038370555080280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2009/05/saudades-de-ouvir-amor-nas-orelhas-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-6169336198580064355</id><published>2009-05-10T20:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:43:30.708+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TlDInVqv8cs&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TlDInVqv8cs&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&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/3891757517929658219-6169336198580064355?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/6169336198580064355/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=6169336198580064355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/6169336198580064355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/6169336198580064355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2009/05/search-video-codes.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-8847681153751651176</id><published>2009-05-10T20:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:32:25.786+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Arrependimento não mata, consome&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É que nem podia estar mais certa..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-8847681153751651176?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/8847681153751651176/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=8847681153751651176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/8847681153751651176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/8847681153751651176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2009/05/arrependimento-nao-mata-consome.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-1430161571888854871</id><published>2009-05-10T01:55:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T12:57:38.340+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vivido a duas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gostava de saber que mal fiz eu a esta gente para me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fuderem&lt;/span&gt; o juízo!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado, por me estragares a relação.&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de tudo, e de saber que eu fui a culpada pois devia ter acreditado em ti e não nelas, depois de 8meses, acreditei em outras e depois de tudo tu dizes "&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;acho que ainda sinto alguma cena por ti... Era estranha a maneira como te olhava&lt;/span&gt;." só me faz sentir pior, por não ter ouvido o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;coração&lt;/span&gt; que me dizia a maravilhosa pessoa que és e ter dado ouvidos a outras gajas que hoje, mostraram a verdadeira merda que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;são&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;As palavras não chegam para te pedir desculpas quando nem a mim me consigo perdoar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ainda te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-1430161571888854871?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/1430161571888854871/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=1430161571888854871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/1430161571888854871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/1430161571888854871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2009/05/gostava-de-saber-que-mal-fiz-eu-esta.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-1215031121759851331</id><published>2009-05-09T19:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T19:48:58.553+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vivido a duas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SgXPSE7X1mI/AAAAAAAAALc/d2Dj-pvVbS8/s1600-h/598+subl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333897243157583458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SgXPSE7X1mI/AAAAAAAAALc/d2Dj-pvVbS8/s400/598+subl.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Já decorei &lt;strong&gt;todas&lt;/strong&gt; estas frases, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;de tantas vezes que li esta carta.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.Talvez se lida muitas vezes volte a acreditar que sentis-te tudo realmente.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-1215031121759851331?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/1215031121759851331/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=1215031121759851331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/1215031121759851331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/1215031121759851331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2009/05/ja-decorei-todas-estas-frases-de-tantas.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SgXPSE7X1mI/AAAAAAAAALc/d2Dj-pvVbS8/s72-c/598+subl.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-7423124279275179933</id><published>2009-05-04T21:23:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:41:08.365+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='msn/sms'/><title type='text'>Conversas parvas via MSN...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cansaram-se da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Chttp://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2009/04/conversas-estupidas-via-sms.html"&gt;&lt;/blogitemurl&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;estupidês via SMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blogitemtitle&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de uma dita me adicionar não sei porquê nem a partir de quem, e depois da conversa inicial de ''&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como arranjas-te o meu mail??!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'' segue-se o seguinte diálogo de pura... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ignorância, burrice, estupidez&lt;/span&gt;... enfim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(gaja que me apareceu no msn vinda não sei de onde)&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ah eu pedi o teu mail a uma amiga. Queria conhecer "ninas"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(1)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;bis. Fiz mal? Se quiseres apago o teu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tu lá sabes, por mim é na boa. Mas olha eu não sou bi, sou lés&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ai, não faz mal. Vai dar tudo ao mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;QUÊ PAAAAAAAAAAAA???? !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como diria o meu irmão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;És mesmo DAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1- O diminutivo de "Nina" lembra-me sempre a cadela que a minha avó tinha quando eu era pequena. lol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-7423124279275179933?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/7423124279275179933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=7423124279275179933&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/7423124279275179933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/7423124279275179933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2009/05/conversas-parvas-via-msn.html' title='Conversas parvas via MSN...'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-4564027001117295388</id><published>2009-04-27T21:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:38:03.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Às veses, as palavras que usamos, não são realmente as que sentimos, mas sim as que nos ajudam a fugir ao sentimento real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-4564027001117295388?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/4564027001117295388/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=4564027001117295388&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/4564027001117295388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/4564027001117295388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-veses-as-palavras-que-usamos-nao-sao.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-6495265308035223756</id><published>2009-04-23T19:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:46:07.012+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'>"Prova dos 9"</title><content type='html'>Depois de um mês sem te ver,&lt;br /&gt;Depois de pensar :&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Okay&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;é&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;desta&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Desta vez esqueci&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Vens tu, estás do meu lado. E eu descubro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bolas&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ainda não foi desta&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O coração ainda &lt;strong&gt;bate forte&lt;/strong&gt; quando estás junto, e o teu cheiro ainda me chama para &lt;strong&gt;mais perto&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tTQteimQMVU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tTQteimQMVU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ainda te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-6495265308035223756?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/6495265308035223756/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=6495265308035223756&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/6495265308035223756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/6495265308035223756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2009/04/prova-dos-9.html' title='&quot;Prova dos 9&quot;'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-6262148758104870696</id><published>2009-04-13T03:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T03:05:05.989+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10   9   8  7  6  5  4  3  2  1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que é desta que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;expludo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-6262148758104870696?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/6262148758104870696/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=6262148758104870696&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/6262148758104870696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/6262148758104870696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2009/04/10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-2866036593304294883</id><published>2009-04-09T19:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:13:03.875+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tudo acaba , nós não fomos excepção !&lt;br /&gt;Apercebi-me hoje que é uma estupidez andar aí pelos cantos a pensar 'e se' , 'e se todos os planos tivessem dado resultado?'&lt;br /&gt;Pois bem, não deram, paciência. Acontece. Para a próxima há-de correr melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Já passei a fase de querer me vingar de tudo e de todos, e a fase de esperar que mudes também já há muito que se foi. As pessoas nunca mudam, às vezes usam é mascaras, mas serão sempre as mesmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu capitulo na minha vida acabou [ou assim o espero]. Obrigado por me ensinares a conhecer antes de confiar. Ensinaste-me muito. Foste o meu bem e o meu mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por me fazeres crescer !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em relação a todo o apoio, muito obrigado. A certos amigos, que eu cheguei a tratar mal quando me diziam as verdades e eu não queria ver, obrigado por terem ali continuado e não terem desistido de mim. A pequenos comentários que aqui apareceram, o mesmo agradecimento. É fantástico como pessoas que não conheço, e não me conhecem, conseguiram dizer as palavras certas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas houve alguém que se destacou. A. Obrigado. Trouxeste-me bem lá no fundo quando eu já nem ouvia o que os outros diziam. Fizeste-me ver a verdade e fizeste-me supera-la. Mal nos conhecíamos e tu conseguiste abrir-me os olhos. Estives-te lá sempre que eu precisei. Deste-me o carinho que precisava sem sequer saberes, por isso tudo Muito Obrigada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-2866036593304294883?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/2866036593304294883/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=2866036593304294883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/2866036593304294883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/2866036593304294883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2009/04/tudo-acaba-nos-nao-fomos-excepcao.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-3707081439563601317</id><published>2009-04-08T03:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T03:13:35.651+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vivido a duas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Faz hoje exactamente 9meses que me perguntas-te se quria 'curtir' contigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Onde essa curte me trouxe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-3707081439563601317?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/3707081439563601317/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=3707081439563601317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/3707081439563601317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/3707081439563601317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2009/04/faz-hoje-exactamente-9meses-que-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-5162049466671732756</id><published>2009-04-07T19:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T19:50:46.142+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"E se me vires na rua, sorri mas continua&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Vou ter saudades mas tu não vais saber&lt;br /&gt;Vou pensar em ti até te esquecer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-8337717184423579685</id><published>2009-04-06T11:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:03:41.848+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'>Sonho / Pesadelos e tretas ...</title><content type='html'>Como se já não bastasse o sonho de ontem, temos o de hoje ! Mas o de hoje, foi diferente. Desta vez sonhei com o passado, um momento que realmente aconteceu.&lt;br /&gt;Sabem quando o Windows Media Player bloqueia e aquilo se ouve a frase da música milhentas vezes?&lt;br /&gt;Pois, foi mais/menos assim, mas a minha ex dizia : "Não há Casas de Banho por aqui?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[acho melhor não explicar aqui os momentos WC ...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-8337717184423579685?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/8337717184423579685/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=8337717184423579685&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/8337717184423579685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/8337717184423579685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2009/04/sonho-pesadelos-e-tretas.html' title='Sonho / Pesadelos e tretas ...'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-3657220585638998678</id><published>2009-04-05T20:51:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:59:45.326+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas que eu não entendo'/><title type='text'>O karma é lixado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[este post não ensina nada a ninguém, portanto, é um pouco inútil de se ler]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;7Meses atrás:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;(eu) -&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Amor, hoje sonhei contigo&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ela) -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ai sim?! Então, sonhas-te sobre o quê&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ela) -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sabes uma coisa&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(eu) - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Diz&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ela) -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Um sonho, é o reflexo do que desejamos, e ás vezes, se desejarmos muito, torna-se o reflexo do nosso futuro&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[e eu a pensar, tenho a namorada mais inteligente, fofinha e filosófica do mundo ... --']&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Agora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;7 Meses Depois: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Outro Sonho :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A minha querida Ex, veio ter comigo ao Jardim Zoológico ( :s ) e eu, estava lá com um grande grupo de gente, e aparentemente namorava com a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; , eu, não entrei naquela casinha das cobras [&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;isto sim , já é um hábito bem real&lt;/span&gt; ] . E disse à minha suposta namorada :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;vai tu que eu espero do outro lado&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E dei um beijo à rapariga e segui para a porta de saída pelo lado de fora. A minha ex, que também estava no grupo [&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;essa eu pagava para ver&lt;/span&gt;], afastou-se e veio atrás de mim, pôs a mão no meu ombro e disse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Continuas a ser a minha &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;tal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(eu) -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Não me mintas que já não acredito em ti&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ela) -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Amas-a&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(eu) -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Não&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Mas gosto muito dela e ela faz-me muito feliz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ela) -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E a mim? Ainda me amas&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(eu) -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Não&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; amo quem conheci no dia 4&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; A ti&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; nepia&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; nem te conheço miúda&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ela) -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sabes que contigo sempre foi diferente&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(eu) -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sei lá eu se não dizes isso à&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt; ? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;e à&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; ? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;e à&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; ? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;e a todas as outras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela agarrou na minha mão, e pôs sobre o peito dela, na zona do coração, e disse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sentes isto&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Com elas não bate assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[isto parece-me uma cena do L WORD, tenho de reduzir na TV].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(eu) -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Até o teu corpo está programado a mentir&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ela) -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Acredita em mim &lt;strong&gt;Né&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;eu amo-te daquela maneira que apenas nós sabemos que existe&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[ou uma m#rda do género]&lt;br /&gt;(eu) -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Não consigo confiar&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ela) -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O que preciso de fazer para te ter de volta&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(eu) -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mudar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ela) -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O quê&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(eu) - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tudo. Aliás nem tudo. Amo-te como és, apenas queria que fosses sincera&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ao qual obtenho a resposta mais típica desta personagem, mesmo na vida real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Volta para mim. Vamos dar vida a todos os sonhos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E eu acordei ! :D Não sei nem tenciono saber o que aconteceu a partir daqui. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sei que estupidamente, acordei com lágrimas nos olhos, o cheiro dela, em todo o meu corpo, e sentia mesmo o toque dela... Mas, como se não bastasse, a minha querida ex, que &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;N U N C A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, (1vez de dois em dois meses já é muito para ela) aparece no msn, e como se não fosse já suficiente, como se eu não tivesse já andado a matutar um dia inteiro na puta do sonho, a dita, mete conversa (a perguntar-me se a minha amiga estava bem) ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;O karma que vá à &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; #&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-3657220585638998678?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/3657220585638998678/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=3657220585638998678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/3657220585638998678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/3657220585638998678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-karma-e-lixado.html' title='O karma é lixado...'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-3913642077749796895</id><published>2009-04-04T22:57:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:41:41.282+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='msn/sms'/><title type='text'>Conversas estupidas , via SMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ela)&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Ola&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(eu)&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ola, desculpa, mas quem és? :s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ela)&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sou a Daniela .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[como se eu apenas conhecesse uma Daniela...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(eu)&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Desculpa mas, que Daniela? :s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ela)&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; A prima da Catarina, prazer xp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[e a gaja a dar-lhe... "não há mais Marias na terra"]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(eu)&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ah lol, prazer, mas agora diz-me, quem é a Catarina ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ela)&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eu acho que não a conheces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320963038594876434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SdfbsSJuRBI/AAAAAAAAALU/MWo4cjj0Ltk/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C'um caneco, então se não conheço a outra, por que raio foi a dita chamada pá conversa??!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há com cada uma... A culpa deve ser das sms grátis. Não pago, vai numa de enviar a tudo quanto é número. Haja paciência...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-3913642077749796895?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/3913642077749796895/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=3913642077749796895&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/3913642077749796895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/3913642077749796895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2009/04/conversas-estupidas-via-sms.html' title='Conversas estupidas , via SMS'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SdfbsSJuRBI/AAAAAAAAALU/MWo4cjj0Ltk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-4343788763539589823</id><published>2009-03-31T21:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:29:19.156+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'>Obrigado...</title><content type='html'>Ainda penso em ti, em como te julgava tão perfeita. Talvez ainda te ame... não sei. Mas tão pouco me importa.&lt;br /&gt;Querer-te? Nunca mais. Fizeste-me tanto mal...&lt;br /&gt;Mas no fundo, Obrigada.&lt;br /&gt;Não tens a pequena noção do quanto me tornas-te mais forte, mais independente. Ensinaste-me a não confiar, a não fazer planos, e que realmente, um relacionamento não vale de muito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-4343788763539589823?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/4343788763539589823/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=4343788763539589823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/4343788763539589823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/4343788763539589823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2009/03/obrigado.html' title='Obrigado...'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-717748113704178278</id><published>2009-03-25T00:01:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-25T00:03:58.979Z</updated><title type='text'>Aviso aos visitantes deste blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Nos dias que se seguem, este blog não é aconselhado. Está na fase de ajudar a sua 'dona' a esquecer o que esta julgava ser a razão da vida. Os textos que se seguem podem ser deprimentes e a dar pó armada em vitima. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-717748113704178278?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/717748113704178278/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=717748113704178278&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/717748113704178278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/717748113704178278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2009/03/aviso-aos-visitantes-deste-blog.html' title='Aviso aos visitantes deste blog'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-914182875474900233</id><published>2009-03-24T21:12:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:27:51.518Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas que eu não entendo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gayzices'/><title type='text'>Curiosidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Porque é que cerca de 75% das lésbicas que eu conheço são &lt;em&gt;'players&lt;/em&gt;' ? É nova moda ou assim ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;E porque raio tinha de me calhar uma das &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;piores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316869049274198178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SclQOvdB6KI/AAAAAAAAALE/dtLxDZ1L768/s320/Life_is_a_game__by_nihilistka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-914182875474900233?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/914182875474900233/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=914182875474900233&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/914182875474900233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/914182875474900233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2009/03/curiosidade.html' title='Curiosidade'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SclQOvdB6KI/AAAAAAAAALE/dtLxDZ1L768/s72-c/Life_is_a_game__by_nihilistka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-5620628072911329309</id><published>2009-03-21T19:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-21T19:19:21.497Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Será que a culpa foi minha?&lt;br /&gt;Por ter realmente fechado os olhos a tudo o que me diziam?&lt;br /&gt;Será que sou eu a culpada por ter realmente acreditado em todas as palavras?&lt;br /&gt;Por ter acreditado que me amavas pois era para mim que voltavas?&lt;br /&gt;Por ter pensado que eu era a 'tal'e elas as da lista?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-5620628072911329309?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/5620628072911329309/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=5620628072911329309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/5620628072911329309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/5620628072911329309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2009/03/sera-que-culpa-foi-minha-por-ter.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-6820011697056132065</id><published>2009-03-17T19:16:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:37:23.566Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/Sb_3S8duhzI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Pw3egJORrEo/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314237990160992050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/Sb_3S8duhzI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Pw3egJORrEo/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A "inspiração" deste blog fugiu e não sei se volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Inspiração&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; eu ainda te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/NfUS40hS0A/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" 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src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=NfUS40hS0A" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=NfUS40hS0A" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/NfUS40hS0A/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/K04W4J/music/VYAeB-wa/ronan-keating-when-you-say-nothing-at-all/"&gt;When You Say Nothing At All - Ronan Keating&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-6820011697056132065?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/6820011697056132065/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=6820011697056132065&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/6820011697056132065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/6820011697056132065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2009/03/inspiracao-deste-blogue-fugiu-e-nao-sei.html' title=''/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/Sb_3S8duhzI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Pw3egJORrEo/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-2155302161483140623</id><published>2009-03-07T12:51:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-07T12:58:27.237Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas que eu não entendo'/><title type='text'>Algo não está bem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;...quando depois de sair da net às 2h45 da manhã, e voltando lá por volta das 12h54 da tarde, aparecem 31 mails por abrir sendo 30 deles comentários ao hi5 . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:s &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310429222757193762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SbJvPgNL2CI/AAAAAAAAAK0/YXRErufhneQ/s320/hi5logo.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou o meu hi5 está a tornar-se popular, ou à muita gente sem nada para fazer de manhã ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-2155302161483140623?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/2155302161483140623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=2155302161483140623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-8698501782370528100</id><published>2009-03-04T21:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:43:02.224Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas que eu não entendo'/><title type='text'>Os Signos não mentem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;GEMEOS&lt;/span&gt; - OMuito comunicativo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inteligente e engenhoso. Muito falador. Vivo, enérgico. Adaptável, mas com necessidade de se expressar. Argumentativo, franco, sensivel. Gosta de mudança. Versátil. Ás vezes é nervoso e tenso. Pode parecer superficial ou incoerente. Mas só é sujeito a mudança. Sempre disposto a aventura. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bonito fisicamente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e mentalmente&lt;/em&gt;. " &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309451179376043922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/Sa71t4r855I/AAAAAAAAAKs/Esq3GzjsQFQ/s320/horoscopo_gemeos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-É verdade sim senhora! a parte do bonito fisicamente ... Sim SIM ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;É por estas e por outras que não acredito nisto, então lá por nascer em Junho sou bonita? :s Ora essa, deve ser deve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-8698501782370528100?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/8698501782370528100/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=8698501782370528100&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/8698501782370528100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/8698501782370528100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2009/03/os-signos-nao-mentem.html' title='Os Signos não mentem!'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/Sa71t4r855I/AAAAAAAAAKs/Esq3GzjsQFQ/s72-c/horoscopo_gemeos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-7215182724490929585</id><published>2009-03-04T15:27:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-04T15:39:12.826Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'>O que fazer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/Sa6f6wp-HaI/AAAAAAAAAKk/71hOOuiYzSE/s1600-h/holdmeinyourheartcopyid9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309356842558561698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/Sa6f6wp-HaI/AAAAAAAAAKk/71hOOuiYzSE/s320/holdmeinyourheartcopyid9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...quando a pessoa que nos dá a maior segurança e apoio, do N A D A decide agir da maneira oposta, tirando-nos assim o 'chão' ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blogitemtitle&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blogitemurl&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Imagem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Chttp://theyareamongus.blogspot.com/2008/11/metanoya-videos.html"&gt;&lt;/blogitemurl&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Daqui&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blogitemtitle&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Chttp://theyareamongus.blogspot.com/2008/11/metanoya-videos.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-7215182724490929585?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/7215182724490929585/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=7215182724490929585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/7215182724490929585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/7215182724490929585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-que-fazer.html' title='O que fazer'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/Sa6f6wp-HaI/AAAAAAAAAKk/71hOOuiYzSE/s72-c/holdmeinyourheartcopyid9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891757517929658219.post-7198070872351407052</id><published>2009-02-25T20:26:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:04:09.722Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'>Nestes Becos &amp; Recantos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SaWxJTMIcKI/AAAAAAAAAKE/UntLtK0GQlQ/s1600-h/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306842509254095010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SaWxJTMIcKI/AAAAAAAAAKE/UntLtK0GQlQ/s320/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Saí já era escuro lá fora. Sozinha, precisava de um tempo comigo, precisava da noite que me esconde para aguentar. Não conseguia mais suportar este lugar, sentia-me a sufocar, precisava de me acalmar, de me sentir mais próxima de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Caminhei, caminhei por todos os becos e recantos que esta cidade esconde. Becos e recantos que tinha por hábito percorrer do teu lado. Quanto mais andava, mais me lembrava de ti. Procurava por ti no silêncio desta noite.&lt;br /&gt;Sentei-me onde costumava esperar por ti, não estava lá mais ninguém, só eu, a noite e tu no meu pensamento. Fechei os olhos e consegui ver-te, queria tanto poder tocar-te, poder sentir-te a abraçar-me. Quis tanto que por momentos senti-te mesmo do meu lado, senti o teu perfume ouvi a tua voz num murmúrio só nosso e da noite. Relembrei, como há muito não relembrava, o nosso primeiro beijo, aqueles '&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;longos momentos em que te pude sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;', em que foste minha e eu tua, e naquele momento sei que nenhuma de nós foi de outrem. Com um sorriso no rosto continuava a sentir-te ali, como se tivesse mesmo no calor dos teus braços. E foi esta ilusão, este sentimento de te ter onde não estás que me acalmou.&lt;br /&gt;Como se de um sonho se tratasse, abri os olhos e 'acordei'. Tu não estavas lá mas o meu coração continuava a bater como se dali nunca tivesses partido.&lt;br /&gt;A protecção que apenas tu me sabes dar, no teu abraço, ninguém me pode fazer mal. Como se no teu abraço eu fosse invencível.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que nunca te disse, mas &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obrigado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ! &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obrigado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; por todo o amor e carinho que me deste. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Obrigado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; por me teres apoiado quando mais precisei. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Obrigado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; por seres a minha confidente em tudo. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obrigado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; por me dares a tua amizade, o teu carinho, o teu mimo que tão bem me sabe... &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obrigado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; por me teres feito crescer tanto do teu lado. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obrigado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; por me ensinares todos os dias o significado da palavra amar. E acima de tudo, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obrigado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; por seres a mulher da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Amo-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Imagem &lt;blogitemtitle&gt;&lt;blogitemurl&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3C$BlogItemURL$"&gt;&lt;/blogitemurl&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;daqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blogitemtitle&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891757517929658219-7198070872351407052?l=ashotoftexts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/feeds/7198070872351407052/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891757517929658219&amp;postID=7198070872351407052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/7198070872351407052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891757517929658219/posts/default/7198070872351407052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashotoftexts.blogspot.com/2009/02/nestes-becos-recantos.html' title='Nestes Becos &amp; Recantos'/><author><name>Kalash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02014445059622139015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SZhqzgrydEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/QTXAB8ZZ09M/S220/iHqPOL243324-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ib1B2IlmE80/SaWxJTMIcKI/AAAAAAAAAKE/UntLtK0GQlQ/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
