<?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-5965087945501646205</id><updated>2012-02-14T16:24:29.855Z</updated><category term='Tempo'/><category term='Conhecer'/><category term='vida'/><category term='q'/><category term='Fé'/><category term='Amizades'/><category term='Ouvir'/><category term='Beginning'/><title type='text'>Thoughts through my Life...</title><subtitle type='html'>"O Mundo é um livro, e aquele que não viaja só lê uma página" Santo Agostinho</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>253</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-4642648406256190114</id><published>2012-02-14T16:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-14T16:24:29.861Z</updated><title type='text'>Finally... even being in the end of the days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QbIhXglLU3k/TzqIAmBXTDI/AAAAAAAAA_g/krH49s0B43s/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QbIhXglLU3k/TzqIAmBXTDI/AAAAAAAAA_g/krH49s0B43s/s1600/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parece que vou ter uma companhia para as minhas actividades mais culturais aqui por Lisboa. Apesar de, como diz o título e bem, eu estar de partida. Pois é, as tentativas foram muitas e os percalços ainda mais, mas não ganharam. Simplesmente, por vezes temos mesmo de dar dois passos atrás para voltar a conseguir reunir as condições para andar para a frente. E é por isso que em breve volto para os meus algarves e deixo aqui a &lt;em&gt;big city&lt;/em&gt; portuguesa. Até um dia, talvez, voltar.(para viver novamente, que passear é certo!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lzY2RZRx0mo/TzqJsQwYFsI/AAAAAAAAA_o/k1rVe-5TXkk/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lzY2RZRx0mo/TzqJsQwYFsI/AAAAAAAAA_o/k1rVe-5TXkk/s1600/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem, mas nos entretantos, e enquanto não chega o malfadado dia, descobri uma amiga com gostos similares em cultura, ou seja, para saídas nocturnas e outras que tais, não é difícil arranjar alguém, agora para exposições, concertos e assim, é do pior. Para já, estão um concerto e a exposição do Fernando Pessoa marcados. Mais se verá com o tempo, mas sinto que será uma despedida muito interessante culturalmente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas já agora, e assim como quem não quer mesmo deixar Lisboa sem tentar até ao fim... se algum dos leitores&amp;nbsp;tiver um emprego que me queira oferecer eu aceito... já. Não é pedir muito, pois não?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. Feliz dia de S. Valentim para quem o comemora e para todos os outros que não comemorando têm alguém no coração.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5965087945501646205-4642648406256190114?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4642648406256190114/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=4642648406256190114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/4642648406256190114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/4642648406256190114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2012/02/finally-even-being-in-end-of-days.html' title='Finally... even being in the end of the days...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QbIhXglLU3k/TzqIAmBXTDI/AAAAAAAAA_g/krH49s0B43s/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-1650020817135994810</id><published>2012-02-06T14:47:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-06T14:47:09.539Z</updated><title type='text'>New week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R7yhcJT1PQA/Ty_nRq5g6fI/AAAAAAAAA_U/ask-wqwYksw/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R7yhcJT1PQA/Ty_nRq5g6fI/AAAAAAAAA_U/ask-wqwYksw/s1600/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bem, isto de estar sem pc está a ser complicado... uma pessoa habitua-se a ter basicamente tudo à mão, a ter tudo facilitado, desde pesquisar, conversar até a ver filmes ou séries que ainda estão longe de estrear na tv... e depois acontece isto e parece que toda a nossa vida muda. Ainda para mais porque não sei quando vai haver um pc novo, sim porque o outro teve o derradeiro veredicto: sem arranjo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vendo pelo lado mais positivo, parece que a minha dissertação está a andar bem mais depressa. O facto de ter de vir para a faculdade quase todos os dias escrever, faz-me estar mais organizada a nível de tempo e assim, tenho adiantado bastante nesta última semana.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JdV3yFIICkc/Ty_nRDRbzII/AAAAAAAAA_Q/KZTiPjCzNcM/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JdV3yFIICkc/Ty_nRDRbzII/AAAAAAAAA_Q/KZTiPjCzNcM/s1600/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;E assim passou-se um fim-de-semana muito frio, quase todo em leituras e escritas manuais. Mas, pronto, antes assim, que ainda tenho opções,... não vejo a hora do trabalho estar terminado. Daqui a uns meses é certo, mas será bem mais rápido agora.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Temos de ver sempre o que sai de bom do que surge de mau, não é?&lt;i&gt; So, smile and keep on going!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5965087945501646205-1650020817135994810?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1650020817135994810/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=1650020817135994810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/1650020817135994810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/1650020817135994810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2012/02/new-week.html' title='New week...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R7yhcJT1PQA/Ty_nRq5g6fI/AAAAAAAAA_U/ask-wqwYksw/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-5882774006087828506</id><published>2012-02-01T16:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-01T16:26:11.386Z</updated><title type='text'>Without you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ib2LTBSp-o/TylnhtB1aXI/AAAAAAAAA_I/w0XeTh28guU/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ib2LTBSp-o/TylnhtB1aXI/AAAAAAAAA_I/w0XeTh28guU/s1600/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As coisas que uma pessoa faz para se distrair um pouco enquanto lê/ escreve a dissertação. No meu caso quando não há pc para jogar um pouco, conversar, baixar séries ou apenas navegar pela net. Pois é, o meu pc foi para arranjo na 2ª e não há data prevista para voltar. Assim, agora passo as manhãs a escrever no caderno o que deveria estar a escrever directamente no pc para depois à tarde passar para o pc na faculdade. Acontece que tenho de ir fazendo uns intervalos e ontem a minha distracção veio do lixo: duas embalagens vazias de "filipinos", uma do pingo doce e outra do mini preço. E que fui eu fazer? Comparar ingredientes, calorias, etc...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;A falta que um pc faz... bem, já fiquei a saber que apenas 0,1 gr as do PD engordam menos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5965087945501646205-5882774006087828506?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5882774006087828506/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=5882774006087828506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/5882774006087828506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/5882774006087828506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2012/02/without-you.html' title='Without you...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ib2LTBSp-o/TylnhtB1aXI/AAAAAAAAA_I/w0XeTh28guU/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-4467525546535056663</id><published>2012-01-30T15:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-30T15:02:24.807Z</updated><title type='text'>Too proud to say it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uQEJW--VsOc/Tyaw1iyaJ7I/AAAAAAAAA_A/DW2198GGqxY/s1600/1.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uQEJW--VsOc/Tyaw1iyaJ7I/AAAAAAAAA_A/DW2198GGqxY/s1600/1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este fim de semana chamaram-me orgulhosa. Nunca me vi como tal. Sempre associei o não gostar de pedir ajuda, fosse de que tipo fosse, pelo simples facto de gostar de ser eu a conseguir, sozinha, fazer as minhas coisas, atingir os meus objectivos. Gosto de ajudar os outros, mas não me sinto particularmente feliz quando preciso da ajuda alheia para levar a bom termo as minhas acções. Mas se calhar é mesmo orgulho... tudo o que vem deve ir, assim como o contrário... uma vida de trocas. Algo a pensar de agora em diante. &lt;/strong&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/5965087945501646205-4467525546535056663?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4467525546535056663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=4467525546535056663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/4467525546535056663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/4467525546535056663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/too-proud-to-say-it.html' title='Too proud to say it...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uQEJW--VsOc/Tyaw1iyaJ7I/AAAAAAAAA_A/DW2198GGqxY/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-7204842061099952232</id><published>2012-01-26T12:04:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-26T12:05:51.479Z</updated><title type='text'>Today will be poetry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dalila do Carmo, Ivo Canelas e Florbela Espanca. Parece uma boa combinação. Hoje no Palácio das Galveias. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pbamtsiFyCs/TyFBHR2mPPI/AAAAAAAAA-s/_rcTJDwXma0/s1600/ivo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="203" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pbamtsiFyCs/TyFBHR2mPPI/AAAAAAAAA-s/_rcTJDwXma0/s400/ivo.jpg" width="400" /&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/5965087945501646205-7204842061099952232?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7204842061099952232/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=7204842061099952232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/7204842061099952232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/7204842061099952232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/today-will-be-poetry.html' title='Today will be poetry...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pbamtsiFyCs/TyFBHR2mPPI/AAAAAAAAA-s/_rcTJDwXma0/s72-c/ivo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-1402066141577176653</id><published>2012-01-25T15:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:18:17.007Z</updated><title type='text'>"You Look Nice Today" and H&amp;M...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PgGuCCUe1N4/TyAaDKwLSyI/AAAAAAAAA-k/sN5yTMPZLSI/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="183" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PgGuCCUe1N4/TyAaDKwLSyI/AAAAAAAAA-k/sN5yTMPZLSI/s320/1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois é... aparentemente, a senhora &lt;em&gt;Tori LaConsay &lt;/em&gt;é a autora desta ideia e um dos designers da H&amp;amp;M resolveu usá-la sem autorização. Segundo a própria:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The East Atlanta Village is one of the most loving, tight-knit neighborhoods I’ve ever known. The residents are like family. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On December 14, 2008, I painted a love letter to my neighborhood. The sign was located on the main thoroughfare on Flat Shoals Avenue. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On one side of the sign, I painted, “You Look Nice Today” followed by a little heart. This was on the side of the sign that I thought people would see on their way to work. On the other side of the sign (the side I thought people would see the most on their return back to the neighborhood) I painted, “I’m So Happy You’re Here” with another little heart. It was a small gesture that I genuinely hoped would make my neighbors feel good."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.regretsy.com/2012/01/24/hm-is-awesome/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.regretsy.com/2012/01/24/hm-is-awesome/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pode acontecer. Ideias que temos e não são nossas, é apenas lembranças de algo que já vimos em algum lado ou alguém nos falou e não nos recordamos de tal.&lt;/strong&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/5965087945501646205-1402066141577176653?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1402066141577176653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=1402066141577176653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/1402066141577176653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/1402066141577176653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-look-nice-today-and-h.html' title='&quot;You Look Nice Today&quot; and H&amp;M...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PgGuCCUe1N4/TyAaDKwLSyI/AAAAAAAAA-k/sN5yTMPZLSI/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-1906945669704820795</id><published>2012-01-24T19:21:00.004Z</published><updated>2012-01-24T19:21:40.531Z</updated><title type='text'>Foolish... yet, pleasures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8rzb7WV3yrY/Tx8EjDUxqdI/AAAAAAAAA-U/NQeFIAwaQEA/s1600/humm.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8rzb7WV3yrY/Tx8EjDUxqdI/AAAAAAAAA-U/NQeFIAwaQEA/s1600/humm.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hummm... e que bem que me soube hoje. Frio?! Naaaaa...&lt;/strong&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/5965087945501646205-1906945669704820795?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1906945669704820795/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=1906945669704820795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/1906945669704820795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/1906945669704820795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/foolish-yet-pleasures.html' title='Foolish... yet, pleasures...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8rzb7WV3yrY/Tx8EjDUxqdI/AAAAAAAAA-U/NQeFIAwaQEA/s72-c/humm.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-3625636450868856609</id><published>2012-01-24T12:23:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-24T12:23:37.374Z</updated><title type='text'>(My) Life in  words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7wV8GH5E3_c/Tx6hbkS5SAI/AAAAAAAAA90/fhYtbtDtMmg/s1600/pinki2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7wV8GH5E3_c/Tx6hbkS5SAI/AAAAAAAAA90/fhYtbtDtMmg/s200/pinki2.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-A8T6orFNo/Tx6hUyuH5-I/AAAAAAAAA9s/baNpyT0OoFA/s1600/pinki.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-A8T6orFNo/Tx6hUyuH5-I/AAAAAAAAA9s/baNpyT0OoFA/s200/pinki.jpg" width="118" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na vida deixamos sempre alguém para trás. Isso não é planeado. Pelo menos, na maior parte das vezes, pode ser algo inconsciente. Mas a conclusão é que é inevitável. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Kr8FD5t0Ls/Tx6hgFiENII/AAAAAAAAA98/wZsffcHu5SU/s1600/pinki3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Kr8FD5t0Ls/Tx6hgFiENII/AAAAAAAAA98/wZsffcHu5SU/s200/pinki3.jpg" width="95" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parece que custa ainda mais quando nos apercebemos que temos de escolher entre deixar e ir atrás dos nossos sonhos/ planos/ ambições ou podemos simplesmente continuar junto e arranjar novas perspectivas que não façam ninguém ser deixado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;A pergunta a fazer é&amp;nbsp; qual das duas nos deixará mais felizes, não só agora mas a longo prazo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Eu optei quase sempre pela primeira e por experiência sei que a segunda só me iria fazer arrepender mais tarde. Se tudo deu como esperava e tinha planeado? Se alcancei o que tinha ambicionado? Não. E não. Mas vivi... e disso não me posso nunca arrepender. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WIteJs50jPg/Tx6hjIN9XJI/AAAAAAAAA-E/A_EtIxEhyzQ/s1600/pinki4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WIteJs50jPg/Tx6hjIN9XJI/AAAAAAAAA-E/A_EtIxEhyzQ/s200/pinki4.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G2KPl9vMaEY/Tx6hlWJc2QI/AAAAAAAAA-M/DwxjpuYpVUU/s1600/pinki5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G2KPl9vMaEY/Tx6hlWJc2QI/AAAAAAAAA-M/DwxjpuYpVUU/s200/pinki5.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Há coisas que não podemos ter de volta, mas há formas de o contornar. E as oportunidades nem sempre surgem uma segunda vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5965087945501646205-3625636450868856609?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3625636450868856609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=3625636450868856609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/3625636450868856609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/3625636450868856609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-life-in-words.html' title='(My) Life in  words...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7wV8GH5E3_c/Tx6hbkS5SAI/AAAAAAAAA90/fhYtbtDtMmg/s72-c/pinki2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-3074886113783203546</id><published>2012-01-22T18:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-22T18:53:43.890Z</updated><title type='text'>Discovering...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Depois de um fim de semana de muita leitura, o que se quer é música alegre para terminar em grande.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HpyZEzrDf4c?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5965087945501646205-3074886113783203546?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3074886113783203546/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=3074886113783203546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/3074886113783203546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/3074886113783203546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/discovering.html' title='Discovering...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/HpyZEzrDf4c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-7601242323312406521</id><published>2012-01-19T21:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-19T21:05:24.873Z</updated><title type='text'>Just go away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...and don't come back!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Normalmente não ligo muito ao conteúdo de sonhos/pesadelos. Às vezes, lembro-me, mas nada que ocupe muito do meu tempo, do meu pensamento,&amp;nbsp;no dia seguinte.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1E1GMs7dgFk/TxiEuTM_kXI/AAAAAAAAA9c/4Y-vTX0TJyw/s1600/cobras.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1E1GMs7dgFk/TxiEuTM_kXI/AAAAAAAAA9c/4Y-vTX0TJyw/s200/cobras.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vsb3azanKTM/TxiEmmS2EsI/AAAAAAAAA9U/jDiVWhpsE9k/s1600/lagarto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vsb3azanKTM/TxiEmmS2EsI/AAAAAAAAA9U/jDiVWhpsE9k/s200/lagarto.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas já houve duas noites esta semana que&amp;nbsp;sonhei com lagartos e cobras. Na primeira vez foi mesmo muito mau, fui perseguida por anacondas e dragões de Kimondo, até andava com um punhal para caso fosse comida conseguisse sair. A segunda já foi mais soft, só tinha lagartos e cobras mais pequenos de volta dos meus tornozelos a morder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2n-nuCWfwo/TxiE2f8agcI/AAAAAAAAA9k/iAgx1pgBvJY/s1600/lagartos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="146" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2n-nuCWfwo/TxiE2f8agcI/AAAAAAAAA9k/iAgx1pgBvJY/s200/lagartos.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E têm sido agitadas&amp;nbsp;as minhas últimas noites... o estranho é que têm sido exactamente as noites&amp;nbsp;dos dias em que tenho&amp;nbsp;estado com uma certa amiga... terá isto&amp;nbsp;algum significado?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É como dizem "Não acredito em bruxas, mas que as há, há". Se bem que eu até acredito nelas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5965087945501646205-7601242323312406521?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7601242323312406521/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=7601242323312406521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/7601242323312406521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/7601242323312406521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-go-away.html' title='Just go away...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1E1GMs7dgFk/TxiEuTM_kXI/AAAAAAAAA9c/4Y-vTX0TJyw/s72-c/cobras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-3595025442236457155</id><published>2012-01-18T12:16:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-18T18:31:39.715Z</updated><title type='text'>Do you feel it?!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-58N9L5e_qPQ/Txa3imp4zmI/AAAAAAAAA9E/OuVosON-968/s1600/pink3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-58N9L5e_qPQ/Txa3imp4zmI/AAAAAAAAA9E/OuVosON-968/s1600/pink3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gostava de perceber porque as pessoas têm sempre de se sentir superiores aos outros. Ainda que esses outros sejam os supostos amigos... fará isso com que elas sintam aquilo que de outra forma não sentem? Um dia estão tão em baixo que nem se apercebem dos sinais que deixam para trás e no dia a seguir já recompostas e talvez depois de pensarem na atitude anterior lá voltam a subir ao pedestal e tentarem que a sua vida pareça um conto de fadas, onde só as aparências importam e onde a sua tristeza é tão grande que ainda que exibam o maior sorriso na face, o que mostram para fora é a enorme infelicidade que vai por dentro. Se há amizade para quê mascarar a realidade... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SG32saQUtps/Txa3op-dQ6I/AAAAAAAAA9M/BgBBtX1PJkM/s1600/pink.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SG32saQUtps/Txa3op-dQ6I/AAAAAAAAA9M/BgBBtX1PJkM/s1600/pink.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7gAZ5q9QguA/Txa3cehbkcI/AAAAAAAAA88/cdbxPz4Qog4/s1600/pink2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7gAZ5q9QguA/Txa3cehbkcI/AAAAAAAAA88/cdbxPz4Qog4/s200/pink2.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;E acabo por dar razão aos outros e a admitir que nem sempre as pessoas mudam... muito raramente ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5965087945501646205-3595025442236457155?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3595025442236457155/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=3595025442236457155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/3595025442236457155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/3595025442236457155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/do-you-feel-it.html' title='Do you feel it?!...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-58N9L5e_qPQ/Txa3imp4zmI/AAAAAAAAA9E/OuVosON-968/s72-c/pink3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-8219551952660013446</id><published>2012-01-16T12:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-16T12:51:34.912Z</updated><title type='text'>Say it again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lthq9vc4cNE/TxQc1Ks95KI/AAAAAAAAA8k/CpnL9bL8bL8/s1600/what.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lthq9vc4cNE/TxQc1Ks95KI/AAAAAAAAA8k/CpnL9bL8bL8/s200/what.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;O meu amigo disse-me que ando a acumular muito carinho&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMNB-1SMVdk/TxQc74ddmLI/AAAAAAAAA8s/p608dejOixk/s1600/b%2526w.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMNB-1SMVdk/TxQc74ddmLI/AAAAAAAAA8s/p608dejOixk/s200/b%2526w.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conversas entre nações que surgem pela noite dentro de um Domingo um pouco chuvoso. Porque aqui por casa além de portugueses de todos os pontos de Portugal (só falta mesmo dos Açores) ainda há quem venha de Espanha e de França. E depois dá nisto. Quase parece um consultório da &lt;em&gt;Maria, &lt;/em&gt;se bem que aqui seria da H. E dá pra terminar o fim de semana a rir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E01cNf_-sNE/TxQdAGQcDvI/AAAAAAAAA80/ftVodRDDgVk/s1600/b%2526w2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="154" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E01cNf_-sNE/TxQdAGQcDvI/AAAAAAAAA80/ftVodRDDgVk/s320/b%2526w2.jpg" width="320" /&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/5965087945501646205-8219551952660013446?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8219551952660013446/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=8219551952660013446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/8219551952660013446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/8219551952660013446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/say-it-again.html' title='Say it again...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lthq9vc4cNE/TxQc1Ks95KI/AAAAAAAAA8k/CpnL9bL8bL8/s72-c/what.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-1817172232790580093</id><published>2012-01-13T20:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-13T20:05:01.901Z</updated><title type='text'>Talking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GwyfxV7Oc1s/TxCOL1zS-GI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/5_WjXRflQLw/s1600/green.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GwyfxV7Oc1s/TxCOL1zS-GI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/5_WjXRflQLw/s1600/green.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ora bem estamos em crise. Ninguém nega tal facto. Assim, é perfeitamente perceptível que alguém que está desempregado há algum tempo considere que um emprego onde o ordenado seja pelo menos 500€, não sendo o ideal, é melhor que 0€.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8apqF3XwabQ/TxCOP0CNLQI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/v34kJl1pT48/s1600/gold.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8apqF3XwabQ/TxCOP0CNLQI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/v34kJl1pT48/s1600/gold.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas não é nada compreensível que alguém diga que ninguém consegue viver em Lisboa apenas com 500€ e que aceitar isso é "&lt;em&gt;não ter ambição&lt;/em&gt;". Verdade seja dita, não será bem viver, viver, será mais sobreviver.&amp;nbsp;Então e o que dizer de quem recebe reformas de 200 e poucos euros?! Acho que há alguém que ainda não percebeu bem o mundo em que vive... opiniões...&lt;/strong&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/5965087945501646205-1817172232790580093?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1817172232790580093/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=1817172232790580093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/1817172232790580093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/1817172232790580093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/talking.html' title='Talking...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GwyfxV7Oc1s/TxCOL1zS-GI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/5_WjXRflQLw/s72-c/green.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-62753318827905742</id><published>2012-01-12T19:56:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-12T19:56:35.342Z</updated><title type='text'>Just worried...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjFU3DTtAvs/Tw84uSnx1gI/AAAAAAAAA7w/FyHU-aSQBdA/s1600/amarelo4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="136" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjFU3DTtAvs/Tw84uSnx1gI/AAAAAAAAA7w/FyHU-aSQBdA/s200/amarelo4.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B9_o4LZnnc0/Tw84p5xl4TI/AAAAAAAAA7o/sWmjabLiOPk/s1600/amarelo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B9_o4LZnnc0/Tw84p5xl4TI/AAAAAAAAA7o/sWmjabLiOPk/s1600/amarelo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preciso de férias... ou apenas mais calor!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lq3oL-Nt3ik/Tw84znnAIMI/AAAAAAAAA74/VBeH6OboAxE/s1600/amarelo1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lq3oL-Nt3ik/Tw84znnAIMI/AAAAAAAAA74/VBeH6OboAxE/s1600/amarelo1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Até Setembro... ainda me vai doer muito a cabeça com esta dissertação. O que vale é que o fim de semana está aí e as coisas aqui por casa estão... algo agitadas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3k-6Y8O0x3c/Tw85Li9tH5I/AAAAAAAAA8I/EwMf3QemjxI/s1600/amarelo2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3k-6Y8O0x3c/Tw85Li9tH5I/AAAAAAAAA8I/EwMf3QemjxI/s1600/amarelo2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3k-6Y8O0x3c/Tw85Li9tH5I/AAAAAAAAA8I/EwMf3QemjxI/s1600/amarelo2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="177" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3k-6Y8O0x3c/Tw85Li9tH5I/AAAAAAAAA8I/EwMf3QemjxI/s200/amarelo2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A planear arejar a cabeça e reforçar forças para quando terminar a escrita. Até lá só pensamentos e ideias. Muitas ideias. E pelo meio, a espera de uma resposta ou duas... qual delas a mais importante ou qual delas a que me deixa mais ansiosa - trabalho&amp;nbsp;ou mestrado -... mas animada, não sei bem porquê, mas&amp;nbsp;ainda nem&amp;nbsp;o ano tinha começado e já se sentia uma energia no ar, de mudança, novidades, de algo que está para breve.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5965087945501646205-62753318827905742?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/62753318827905742/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=62753318827905742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/62753318827905742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/62753318827905742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-worried.html' title='Just worried...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjFU3DTtAvs/Tw84uSnx1gI/AAAAAAAAA7w/FyHU-aSQBdA/s72-c/amarelo4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-2053938724438911218</id><published>2012-01-11T12:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-11T12:11:29.019Z</updated><title type='text'>Realising...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uu8PiC4Zajg/Tw14htnv72I/AAAAAAAAA7A/ApWVv5O0Ntc/s1600/805.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="155" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uu8PiC4Zajg/Tw14htnv72I/AAAAAAAAA7A/ApWVv5O0Ntc/s200/805.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s41mkrHCW3s/Tw14maEf_2I/AAAAAAAAA7I/d33-iYj-SNg/s1600/802.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s41mkrHCW3s/Tw14maEf_2I/AAAAAAAAA7I/d33-iYj-SNg/s200/802.jpg" width="171" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-onZ4kF_eq1E/Tw14xZSnWlI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/4AK_29ACiNI/s1600/804.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-onZ4kF_eq1E/Tw14xZSnWlI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/4AK_29ACiNI/s200/804.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Decididamente sou uma rapariga dos anos 80.&amp;nbsp;E ainda mais&amp;nbsp;da música dos anos 80.&amp;nbsp;Claro que a minha rádio neste momento é M80. As roupas também&amp;nbsp;têm o seu quê de interessantes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N-CyNgMZMJk/Tw142qoB64I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/6A7Fw4Hd8o8/s1600/803.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="137" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N-CyNgMZMJk/Tw142qoB64I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/6A7Fw4Hd8o8/s200/803.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lunJ6VNKL7Y/Tw15I4cBJtI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Dq9-HLJyBlw/s1600/80.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="128" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lunJ6VNKL7Y/Tw15I4cBJtI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Dq9-HLJyBlw/s200/80.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não há som que me faça mais bem disposta do que o som típico dos anos 80. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E pronto, hoje acordei assim. M80&amp;nbsp;radioooooooooooooooo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5965087945501646205-2053938724438911218?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2053938724438911218/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=2053938724438911218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/2053938724438911218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/2053938724438911218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/realising.html' title='Realising...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uu8PiC4Zajg/Tw14htnv72I/AAAAAAAAA7A/ApWVv5O0Ntc/s72-c/805.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-2482237580478261149</id><published>2012-01-10T12:46:00.005Z</published><updated>2012-01-10T12:46:39.586Z</updated><title type='text'>Today I wished...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poder estar em dois sítios ao mesmo tempo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vhriMLqAukg/TwwuxyZSnTI/AAAAAAAAA6A/gQCeNQhlqI0/s1600/blue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vhriMLqAukg/TwwuxyZSnTI/AAAAAAAAA6A/gQCeNQhlqI0/s200/blue.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zHTWKjqpIY0/TwwvYO0IPoI/AAAAAAAAA6I/RKavY7oCVmY/s1600/blue2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zHTWKjqpIY0/TwwvYO0IPoI/AAAAAAAAA6I/RKavY7oCVmY/s200/blue2.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manter&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;concentração apenas no que quero...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jbw-JehIWSk/Twww9PzEtLI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/Og7eIbZ0GRg/s1600/blue3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jbw-JehIWSk/Twww9PzEtLI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/Og7eIbZ0GRg/s1600/blue3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ter tempo pra ir e vir, fazer e relaxar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Znz8WrEJYRI/TwnKame6m_I/AAAAAAAAA5c/_HBrVnPUwNM/s200/red5.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-susLN8mcHg4/TwnKf_xXQYI/AAAAAAAAA5s/k0C5XH9ztms/s1600/red7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-susLN8mcHg4/TwnKf_xXQYI/AAAAAAAAA5s/k0C5XH9ztms/s200/red7.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Cause it's time to say goodbye to old memories and start to create new and fresh ones. Let's just embrace the great things that happen to us everyday and sometimes we are so into the bad ones that don't even realise it. Smile and be Happy with your life...&amp;nbsp;and if you'r not... well do something about it, but don't wait that someone will come and do it for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5965087945501646205-1334866603010581720?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1334866603010581720/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=1334866603010581720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/1334866603010581720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/1334866603010581720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/starting-red.html' title='Starting Red'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KaKiKUy9G6M/TwnKQZZjVJI/AAAAAAAAA5E/HAc6CoccTe0/s72-c/red3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-6966479319435718209</id><published>2011-12-30T21:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-31T01:43:20.951Z</updated><title type='text'>2012 is comming...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Bem disposta apenas porque sim. De que me serve andar a lamentar-me pelos cantos e a pensar no que aconteceu de errado, no que aconteceu diferente do que tinha planeado? NADA!!! Apenas me faz perder tempo, algo que não se sabe quando acaba, apenas que um dia acaba e podemos ou não ter uma ideia de quando será.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qhN3hV1r3CM/Tv4qRHorMSI/AAAAAAAAA2M/TcowWUK430A/s1600/2012.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qhN3hV1r3CM/Tv4qRHorMSI/AAAAAAAAA2M/TcowWUK430A/s1600/2012.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Por isso de há uns tempos pra cá tenho estado bem mais positiva e feliz. Ainda que quase nada do que planeei durante este último ano (anos...) tenha corrido bem fosse por que razão fosse. Mas finalmente cheguei à conclusão que por vezes podemos fazer de tudo para chegar onde queremos e mesmo assim ainda ficamos muito longe da nossa meta, há simplesmente coisas que não estão nas nossas mãos,&amp;nbsp; que não dependem de nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E isso não significa que temos de parar e esperar que surja uma oportunidade para voltarmos a tentar, pelo contrário, convém nunca parar de lutar, procurar e construir, para que quando a oportunidade chegue estejamos prontos para a reconhecer e saber agarrá-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Assim, é isso que desejo pra mim e para todos neste novo ano que vai começar: força para manter o optimismo e energia para acreditar sempre que tudo pode mudar de rumo e seguir um caminho diferente do que esperávamos, pois pode sempre levar-nos a sítios onde nunca esperamos chegar, mas que nem por isso deixam de ser bons ou até melhores do que sonhávamos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E de resto muita saúde, paz e amor. claro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Feliz 2012!!!!!!!!!!!!!&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/5965087945501646205-6966479319435718209?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6966479319435718209/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=6966479319435718209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/6966479319435718209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/6966479319435718209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/2012-is-comming.html' title='2012 is comming...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qhN3hV1r3CM/Tv4qRHorMSI/AAAAAAAAA2M/TcowWUK430A/s72-c/2012.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-7220363571240149716</id><published>2011-12-27T15:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-27T15:39:24.439Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2_Knx6X7oQ/Tvnmn6_-sgI/AAAAAAAAA2A/KkIzwYwKjzw/s1600/bday.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2_Knx6X7oQ/Tvnmn6_-sgI/AAAAAAAAA2A/KkIzwYwKjzw/s1600/bday.png" /&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/5965087945501646205-7220363571240149716?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7220363571240149716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=7220363571240149716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/7220363571240149716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/7220363571240149716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2_Knx6X7oQ/Tvnmn6_-sgI/AAAAAAAAA2A/KkIzwYwKjzw/s72-c/bday.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-3148076844502300124</id><published>2011-12-24T15:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-24T15:13:36.408Z</updated><title type='text'>And so this is Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feliz Natal a todos!! Que seja repleto de alegria, saúde e paz!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QQppQVqb0B4/TvXr72_kjGI/AAAAAAAAA10/QWPg0fPEd7g/s1600/natal2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QQppQVqb0B4/TvXr72_kjGI/AAAAAAAAA10/QWPg0fPEd7g/s320/natal2011.jpg" width="320px" /&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/5965087945501646205-3148076844502300124?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3148076844502300124/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=3148076844502300124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/3148076844502300124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/3148076844502300124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-so-this-is-christmas.html' title='And so this is Christmas...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QQppQVqb0B4/TvXr72_kjGI/AAAAAAAAA10/QWPg0fPEd7g/s72-c/natal2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-8326130462179080668</id><published>2011-12-23T01:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-23T01:00:25.293Z</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts.Lies.Regrets...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que a mentira tem pena curta já faz parte da História...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JtBbrf_sEcI/TvPSjkpwGCI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/ERsw97wLNlo/s1600/regrets.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JtBbrf_sEcI/TvPSjkpwGCI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/ERsw97wLNlo/s1600/regrets.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O pior foi mesmo ter de entrar onde não pedi para participar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E depois de lá estar, era impossível sair...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sair sem consequências...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem pensar no futuro e seguir em frente...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Devia servir de lição... será que assim foi?! Ou foi atingir o alvo errado?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por fim nada mudou, ninguém pensou e ainda assim tudo piorou...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quase Natal... terá de fazer diferença... terá de ser a solução ou o caminho para ela...&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/5965087945501646205-8326130462179080668?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8326130462179080668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=8326130462179080668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/8326130462179080668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/8326130462179080668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/thoughtsliesregrets.html' title='Thoughts.Lies.Regrets...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JtBbrf_sEcI/TvPSjkpwGCI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/ERsw97wLNlo/s72-c/regrets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-4599037761646580653</id><published>2011-12-12T18:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-12T18:57:30.652Z</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A&amp;nbsp;procura de um livro de inglês do 5º ano para dar umas&amp;nbsp;explicações levou-me a remexer nas caixas que já não eram abertas há anos... sem exageros!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u0NJdjvvu3U/TuZOdtUiEvI/AAAAAAAAA1A/8OqZ2DtbKgQ/s1600/diario.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u0NJdjvvu3U/TuZOdtUiEvI/AAAAAAAAA1A/8OqZ2DtbKgQ/s1600/diario.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;No meio de livros, fichas, testes, bilhetes, fotos e sei lá mais o quê, estava&amp;nbsp;o meu&amp;nbsp;diário de 1995... 12 anos de idade! E digamos que passei um belo bocado a ler o que escrevi há tantos anos, numa altura em que realmente não tinha uma noção muito clara do mundo em que vivia. Tudo girava à volta de rapazes e com o facto de não poder fazer tudo como queria. Sempre fui um pouco de querer fazer tudo à minha vontade, quando eu queria e sem ter de dar satisfações a ninguém. Hoje em dia as coisas mudaram. Ou penso eu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sonhos de uma adolescente que em certas medidas não mudaram muito, uns mudaram bastante, outros pouco, outros nada. Desenhos de vestidos de sonho, histórias inventadas de mundos fantásticos, recortes de revistas de actores e músicos que me apaixonavam os dias e as conversas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Mas nem só de coisas boas se fez o diário, algumas menos boas também. E que ao ler relembrei... é passado agora, apesar de ainda assim não ter sido bom voltar a pensar. O que vale é que o bom e o louco superam o mau e o engano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Um diário esquecido...&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/5965087945501646205-4599037761646580653?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4599037761646580653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=4599037761646580653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/4599037761646580653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/4599037761646580653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/dear-diary.html' title='Dear Diary...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u0NJdjvvu3U/TuZOdtUiEvI/AAAAAAAAA1A/8OqZ2DtbKgQ/s72-c/diario.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-8672321797247015196</id><published>2011-12-07T22:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-07T22:33:31.430Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Feelings... #13</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;If it makes you happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NOSSmfUht2E/Tt_pWrPAyJI/AAAAAAAAA04/W44KFiLedrE/s1600/street+dance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NOSSmfUht2E/Tt_pWrPAyJI/AAAAAAAAA04/W44KFiLedrE/s1600/street+dance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Streetdance 3D﻿&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It can't be that bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5965087945501646205-8672321797247015196?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8672321797247015196/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=8672321797247015196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/8672321797247015196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/8672321797247015196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-feelings-13.html' title='Happy Feelings... #13'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NOSSmfUht2E/Tt_pWrPAyJI/AAAAAAAAA04/W44KFiLedrE/s72-c/street+dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-2903210925901342897</id><published>2011-12-04T00:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-04T00:56:45.322Z</updated><title type='text'>Decision... 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BXM6MQU2Gl0/TtrFPLcSJNI/AAAAAAAAA0w/AQap0zlOcjI/s1600/rihana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BXM6MQU2Gl0/TtrFPLcSJNI/AAAAAAAAA0w/AQap0zlOcjI/s1600/rihana.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E já está mais que decidido, demorou mas chegou. Em Janeiro de 2012 este blog vai ter uma nova imagem e uma nova direcção de conteúdos. Entre começar um&amp;nbsp;novo e modificar este, optei pela segunda opção, pelo simples facto de não haver presente ou futuro sem passado e eu gosto de ver os caminhos que foram percorridos até chegar a certo lugar ou estado. Para mim é algo muito importante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Entretanto, e enquanto estruturo como será a mudança, este blog vai continuar igual a si próprio. Para mim e para aqueles que gostam e de vez em quando até o visitam. Até breve!&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/5965087945501646205-2903210925901342897?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2903210925901342897/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=2903210925901342897&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/2903210925901342897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/2903210925901342897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/12/decision-2012.html' title='Decision... 2012'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BXM6MQU2Gl0/TtrFPLcSJNI/AAAAAAAAA0w/AQap0zlOcjI/s72-c/rihana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-6681585752114378755</id><published>2011-11-27T19:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-27T19:26:44.976Z</updated><title type='text'>It was the first time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fce5cd; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Porque foi a primeira do nosso&amp;nbsp;grupo da secundária a casar pela igreja com festa e tudo&amp;nbsp;a que tinha direito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fce5cd; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Porque foi&amp;nbsp;o primeiro casamento a que assisti numa igreja de outra religião que não a católica... e apesar das expectativas gostei bastante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EAwRiUsf1Yg/TtKO58yPbJI/AAAAAAAAA0o/UDbjAHbru_U/s1600/dress.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EAwRiUsf1Yg/TtKO58yPbJI/AAAAAAAAA0o/UDbjAHbru_U/s1600/dress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fce5cd; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;As lágrimas que me surgiram nos olhos quando a noiva entrou e que nunca pensei que tal emoção me tocasse assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fce5cd; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A primeira vez que me dei conta de certas direcções que os meus comentários podem levar, ainda que nem sempre tenha essa intenção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fce5cd; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E o&amp;nbsp;resto foi a repetição de tudo o que acontece no dia-a-dia, mas que não deixa de criar sempre boas memórias para o futuro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fce5cd; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E passou tudo tão rápido. Como tudo o que é bom e nos deixa um sabor que nos faz querer mais...&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/5965087945501646205-6681585752114378755?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6681585752114378755/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=6681585752114378755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/6681585752114378755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/6681585752114378755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-was-first-time.html' title='It was the first time...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EAwRiUsf1Yg/TtKO58yPbJI/AAAAAAAAA0o/UDbjAHbru_U/s72-c/dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-1166043681126593672</id><published>2011-11-20T20:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-20T20:08:40.531Z</updated><title type='text'>The small greatest things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W-tCde-hzKo/TsleObZGVEI/AAAAAAAAA0g/No_eg28aCkg/s1600/gle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W-tCde-hzKo/TsleObZGVEI/AAAAAAAAA0g/No_eg28aCkg/s1600/gle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;São acções como estas que nos fazem pensar positivo quando parece que a luz do fundo do túnel, que já parecia minúscula, se apagou. São pessoas assim que nos fazem acreditar que o amanhã pode e vai ser melhor que o dia de hoje. São alturas em que tudo parece pior do que é, em que nos aparece alguém que torna uma ínfima parte do que desejamos realidade, mas essa pequenina parte torna-se o bastante para voltarmos a olhar em frente, sorrir com vontade e acreditar que vamos vencer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Porque quem tem familiares e amigos assim, tem tudo, até as estrelas que estão no céu e são essas estrelas que as "minhas pessoas" merecem por tudo o que me têm apoiado. Um obrigada do tamanho deste universo e de todos os outros que já foram e que ainda virão. Estão mesmo aqui 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/5965087945501646205-1166043681126593672?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1166043681126593672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=1166043681126593672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/1166043681126593672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/1166043681126593672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/11/small-greatest-things.html' title='The small greatest things...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W-tCde-hzKo/TsleObZGVEI/AAAAAAAAA0g/No_eg28aCkg/s72-c/gle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-4089140805878892840</id><published>2011-11-19T15:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-19T15:49:42.440Z</updated><title type='text'>The case of the missing papers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_flDbnOphB0/TsfQBHCTMVI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/hzJGG7DTY60/s1600/papeis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_flDbnOphB0/TsfQBHCTMVI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/hzJGG7DTY60/s1600/papeis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Conta-se por aí que num certo departamento, de uma conceituada universidade, andam a desaparecer os papéis de avaliação dos funcionários e de sugestões (aqueles que se põe juntos a uma caixa onde as pessoas podem dar a sua opinião sobre o atendimento, reclamar ou dar sugestões). Segundo consta, todos os dias são&amp;nbsp;colocados molhos desses ditos cujos e todos os dias ao fim do dia&amp;nbsp;desapareceram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Não é que quem o faça seja para reclamar ou apenas encher a caixa, pois esta continua vazia a cada dia que passa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Portanto aqui está um mistério que as senhoras funcionárias e até o vigilante andam a tentar descobrir. Brincadeira demasiado infantil e estranha se for com essa intenção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ou será que com a crise alguém achou que era uma boa forma de poupar em cadernos?&amp;nbsp;&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/5965087945501646205-4089140805878892840?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4089140805878892840/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=4089140805878892840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/4089140805878892840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/4089140805878892840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/11/case-of-missing-papers.html' title='The case of the missing papers...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_flDbnOphB0/TsfQBHCTMVI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/hzJGG7DTY60/s72-c/papeis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-4220886869632502853</id><published>2011-11-17T15:56:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-17T15:56:38.443Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Feelings... #12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0kU8cOLijAI/TsUua-hTckI/AAAAAAAAA0M/MNxdYqjP0RI/s1600/money.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0kU8cOLijAI/TsUua-hTckI/AAAAAAAAA0M/MNxdYqjP0RI/s1600/money.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Porque queiramos ou não, o dinheiro ajuda muito a chegar à felicidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5965087945501646205-4220886869632502853?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4220886869632502853/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=4220886869632502853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/4220886869632502853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/4220886869632502853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-feelings-12.html' title='Happy Feelings... #12'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0kU8cOLijAI/TsUua-hTckI/AAAAAAAAA0M/MNxdYqjP0RI/s72-c/money.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-5536578035747863252</id><published>2011-11-14T21:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-14T21:27:49.089Z</updated><title type='text'>Ideation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"Ideation = Idea + Creation"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hoe9kYryug8/TsGHvr1Dx2I/AAAAAAAAA0A/4kOYWkPk0YQ/s1600/gew.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hoe9kYryug8/TsGHvr1Dx2I/AAAAAAAAA0A/4kOYWkPk0YQ/s1600/gew.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Hoje foi dia de aprender uma palavra nova e ouvir repetir certos termos&amp;nbsp; - empreendedorismo, área de valor, consumidor, motivação, etc - dezenas de vezes, ou não tivesse sido hoje a Abertura da Semana Global do Empreendedorismo no mundo, em geral, e na Universidade Nova de Lisboa, em particular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;É a segunda vez que vou a algo do género e sempre que saio de lá venho com a sensação que se devia chamar qualquer coisa relacionado com motivação porque saio sempre de lá motivada pra tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Claro que os testemunhos de quem lá vai não falam só de facilidades, até falam&amp;nbsp;muito das dificuldades passadas para chegar ao ponto onde estão hoje, mas tudo o que sobressaí é a força de vontade, a luta&amp;nbsp;constante que derruba mas também levanta com mais força, as ideias, o optimismo que leva sempre ao próximo passo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A crise não podia ficar de fora desta semana, até porque o empreendedorismo surge como um dos meios para a combater e combater acima de tudo o pessimismo tão próprio dos portugueses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Pois assim foi uma tarde bem passada&amp;nbsp;e que me deixou como nova e motivada pra muito. É como dizia à pouco, devia haver uma destas todos os dias.&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/5965087945501646205-5536578035747863252?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5536578035747863252/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=5536578035747863252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/5536578035747863252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/5536578035747863252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/11/ideation.html' title='Ideation...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hoe9kYryug8/TsGHvr1Dx2I/AAAAAAAAA0A/4kOYWkPk0YQ/s72-c/gew.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-7190875054519189348</id><published>2011-11-13T15:56:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-13T15:56:46.523Z</updated><title type='text'>Something I really miss today...</title><content type='html'>Música...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oXadYA18w-M?fs=1" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5965087945501646205-7190875054519189348?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7190875054519189348/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=7190875054519189348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/7190875054519189348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/7190875054519189348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/11/something-i-really-miss-today.html' title='Something I really miss today...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/oXadYA18w-M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-3642554572859873415</id><published>2011-11-10T15:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-10T15:21:06.267Z</updated><title type='text'>Another day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Quando as coisas parecem não mudar, tudo o resto se torna de alguma forma sem importância, ainda que tenha sido há bem pouco tempo um dos grandes desejos e que tanto tenha custado a conseguir para agora quase parecer que pode ficar a meio do caminho por circunstâncias alheias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w8vqq_JTWnw/Trvrq9i5gQI/AAAAAAAAAz4/7eaYAiaL-ro/s1600/tu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200px" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w8vqq_JTWnw/Trvrq9i5gQI/AAAAAAAAAz4/7eaYAiaL-ro/s200/tu.jpg" width="200px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Sei que não posso culpar&amp;nbsp;ninguém pelas minhas próprias decisões, que por vezes são mais do que desastrosas, no entanto, não consigo deixar de sentir que se estou nesta situação neste momento, isso se deve a duas pessoas, sendo que uma delas era considerada por mim como uma pessoa amiga, por quem tinha imensa consideração, mas que, à primeira oportunidade me atacou pelas costas e agora nem coragem mais tem para falar comigo porque sabe o que fez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Imaginar que uma simples acção ou não-acção teria mudado o impasse em que a minha vida está agora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Será então mais uma lição de vida, mas uma que não será nunca esquecida e se um dia te vir à minha frente novamente, nem terás a importância de me fazer olhar... vales tão pouco neste momento... menos do que aquilo que mais abomino!!&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/5965087945501646205-3642554572859873415?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3642554572859873415/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=3642554572859873415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/3642554572859873415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/3642554572859873415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/11/another-day.html' title='Another day...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w8vqq_JTWnw/Trvrq9i5gQI/AAAAAAAAAz4/7eaYAiaL-ro/s72-c/tu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-331166495464099914</id><published>2011-11-03T18:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-03T18:54:25.461Z</updated><title type='text'>The ad that made me do it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NE7C0yfM3yk/TrLjIIdpNlI/AAAAAAAAAzw/3M06kzEQ3fE/s1600/temptation.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NE7C0yfM3yk/TrLjIIdpNlI/AAAAAAAAAzw/3M06kzEQ3fE/s1600/temptation.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Levamos a vida toda a pensar que existem certas coisas que nunca faríamos, que está para além do que consideramos os nossos limites... e depois?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Depois acontece algo que nos mostra o contrário, que em&amp;nbsp;determinadas circunstâncias,&amp;nbsp;num determinado sítio, tudo é possível...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Algo nos leva a dar aquele passo, o passo que separa as nossas crenças anteriores das que agora temos e que nos dizem mais que tudo que não podemos controlar nada e essa falta de controlo no que nos acontece leva-nos a cruzar aquele limite, aquela barreira&amp;nbsp;que outrora parecia indestrutível...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;O meu limite foi atravessado ontem... se bem que&amp;nbsp;duma forma que me foi possível voltar atrás... no entanto fiquei a saber mais um pouco de mim... quando tudo está direccionado para&amp;nbsp;aquele fim, os limites deixam de existir e passamos a compreender bem melhor este estranho mundo em que vivemos e que nos move à sua vontade...&amp;nbsp;&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/5965087945501646205-331166495464099914?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/331166495464099914/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=331166495464099914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/331166495464099914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/331166495464099914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/11/ad-that-made-me-do-it.html' title='The ad that made me do it...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NE7C0yfM3yk/TrLjIIdpNlI/AAAAAAAAAzw/3M06kzEQ3fE/s72-c/temptation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-4601962255959556148</id><published>2011-10-29T15:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T15:33:43.589+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Feelings... #11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Porque tudo o que é novo é sempre excitante e a ansiedade de saber como será dá-nos uma maravilhosa sensação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dhgAQOLcR4Q/TqwONzxTdgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/mGbat_b6L28/s1600/trip.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="171px" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dhgAQOLcR4Q/TqwONzxTdgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/mGbat_b6L28/s200/trip.jpg" width="200px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1EtwhI-KAcY/TqwOQk175PI/AAAAAAAAAzg/Op8R5yyiuuk/s1600/shoe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1EtwhI-KAcY/TqwOQk175PI/AAAAAAAAAzg/Op8R5yyiuuk/s1600/shoe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pZp2klW7RM0/TqwOSSDbRWI/AAAAAAAAAzo/ikSqClln8MY/s1600/novo.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pZp2klW7RM0/TqwOSSDbRWI/AAAAAAAAAzo/ikSqClln8MY/s1600/novo.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DP2LtmHYUSQ/TqwOKaiCznI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/Y0F4a9v95dc/s1600/nova.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DP2LtmHYUSQ/TqwOKaiCznI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/Y0F4a9v95dc/s1600/nova.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/5965087945501646205-4601962255959556148?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4601962255959556148/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=4601962255959556148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/4601962255959556148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/4601962255959556148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-feelings-11.html' title='Happy Feelings... #11'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dhgAQOLcR4Q/TqwONzxTdgI/AAAAAAAAAzY/mGbat_b6L28/s72-c/trip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-444991850699676151</id><published>2011-10-26T15:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T15:36:34.637+01:00</updated><title type='text'>To be or what appears to be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ontem tive a reunião de mestrados. Reunião essa que deveria incluir todos os alunos da minha especialidade e o responsável pela mesma. Mas eram 17h50 e não chegava mais ninguém... apenas eu e o professor lá estávamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;18h05 e nada... Ora, uma vez que ele também é meu orientador aproveitei para mostrar o que já tinha feito e tirar algumas dúvidas, isto porque eu ando às aranhas com a dissertação, completamente perdida sem saber se estou a fazer bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OxKbJRtqgIc/TqgayK6T84I/AAAAAAAAAzI/SM_oWCbj1bk/s1600/busy.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273px" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OxKbJRtqgIc/TqgayK6T84I/AAAAAAAAAzI/SM_oWCbj1bk/s320/busy.png" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;No fim, ele diz que se eu quiser posso ir embora porque ele já viu que estou a trabalhar bem. E acrescenta que já reparou que eu sou uma rapariga muito organizada e que se a esta altura já estou assim, não vou ter problemas em acabar dentro do prazo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Isto tudo para dizer que muitas vezes tenho a sensação que as pessoas vêem uma pessoa muito diferente da que eu vejo como sendo eu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Organizada?! Onde?! Ando sempre perdida no meio de tantos papéis e papelitos e escritos que nem sei por onde me hei-de virar... sempre a ver os prazos a chegarem e eu sem ter o trabalho pronto... enfim, não sei onde anda a organização, mas gostava de ver... talvez tivesse uma perspectiva diferente e menos ansiosa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Acabei por me ir embora sem ninguém mais aparecer e com a promessa de pra semana já ter mais trabalho pra ele ver... hum... pois... vamos&amp;nbsp;tentar... entre procurar emprego e um novo quarto vai ser complicado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Prioridades é o que é... bem podia surgir agora a tal organização pra me ajudar e já agora com a companhia da calma&amp;nbsp; - que parece que também tenho muita... só não a vejo tantas vezes como os restantes...&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/5965087945501646205-444991850699676151?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/444991850699676151/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=444991850699676151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/444991850699676151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/444991850699676151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/10/to-be-or-what-appears-to-be.html' title='To be or what appears to be...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OxKbJRtqgIc/TqgayK6T84I/AAAAAAAAAzI/SM_oWCbj1bk/s72-c/busy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-6938812191060307695</id><published>2011-10-23T20:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T20:47:28.279+01:00</updated><title type='text'>And then the rain arrives...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MubvtAcSemk/TqRvPPDhKOI/AAAAAAAAAy8/_zHiGaINHu4/s1600/chuva1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MubvtAcSemk/TqRvPPDhKOI/AAAAAAAAAy8/_zHiGaINHu4/s1600/chuva1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Já fazia falta esta chuva, ainda que pouca, para trazer algum equilíbrio ao universo. Era como se este verão prolongado tivesse o sabor de um presente demasiado agradável e por isso sabia a algo envenenado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Mas hoje já paira ao nosso redor o cheiro da terra molhada pelas gotas da chuva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Já fazia falta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E eu, por algum motivo, anseio que este domingo termine e a segunda-feira chegue depressa...&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/5965087945501646205-6938812191060307695?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6938812191060307695/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=6938812191060307695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/6938812191060307695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/6938812191060307695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/10/and-then-rain-arrives.html' title='And then the rain arrives...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MubvtAcSemk/TqRvPPDhKOI/AAAAAAAAAy8/_zHiGaINHu4/s72-c/chuva1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-7837986847156020973</id><published>2011-10-14T22:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T22:07:05.691+01:00</updated><title type='text'>That kind of day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Porque há dias assim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Onde tudo parece não ter uma solução...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JgkLl0StBe8/TpikX5YuZmI/AAAAAAAAAyw/0F1b-7jL3zc/s1600/peso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JgkLl0StBe8/TpikX5YuZmI/AAAAAAAAAyw/0F1b-7jL3zc/s1600/peso.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Onde quando olhamos em redor não vemos ninguém que nos dê a mão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Onde&amp;nbsp;nem ver as coisas correrem bem aos outros nos faz ter esperança que também venha pra nós...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Onde apesar do sol que brilha lá fora no nosso espaço parece que vai chover sem parar se fecharmos os olhos por um segundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Onde os pensamentos não param de procurar uma solução...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Onde a vontade de andar pra frente está tão fraca que nem pra trás nos movemos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E mesmo assim tentamos que haja pelo menos um fio de seda a ligar-nos à esperança e a nos dar força para continuar a sonhar, a sorrir e a acreditar...&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/5965087945501646205-7837986847156020973?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7837986847156020973/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=7837986847156020973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/7837986847156020973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/7837986847156020973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/10/that-kind-of-day.html' title='That kind of day...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JgkLl0StBe8/TpikX5YuZmI/AAAAAAAAAyw/0F1b-7jL3zc/s72-c/peso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-3847112525213704783</id><published>2011-10-10T21:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:32:45.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Age issues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"Quem me dera ser mais velha... parece tudo bem mais simples"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"Mais velha?! Quem me dera a mim ter ainda 20 anos! Nessa altura parecia que ainda havia a vida toda para fazer o que quisesse e agora parece que corro contra o tempo..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NwgB0r63HR0/TpNWIDtH4wI/AAAAAAAAAys/4V3ZMOb8fVc/s1600/spla.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; height: 161px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; width: 146px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NwgB0r63HR0/TpNWIDtH4wI/AAAAAAAAAys/4V3ZMOb8fVc/s1600/spla.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"Não concordo. Já viste que ainda agora entrei na universidade e ainda me falta tanto para acabar? E tu já acabaste."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"Pois, mas e o emprego que não encontro? Sempre a saltar de trabalho em trabalho? Tu pelo menos tens ainda a esperança que quando acabes o curso a situação esteja melhor. Tens três anos ainda!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"Mesmo assim preferia ser mais velha e já ter tudo feito."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"Eu preferia ser mais jovem e ainda ter o futuro cheio de opções."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E foi esta a conversa (mais coisa menos coisa) entre mim (27 anos) e uma estudante de 20 anos hoje. Qual de nós tem razão? Provavelmente nenhuma. Ou então até as duas. O certo é que nunca estamos contentes com a situação em que estamos. De acordo com a nossas vivências e perspectivas, a nossa visão da realidade e da situação em que estamos adota características que a nós nos parecem as mais corretas e apetecíveis.&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/5965087945501646205-3847112525213704783?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3847112525213704783/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=3847112525213704783&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/3847112525213704783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/3847112525213704783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/10/age-issues.html' title='Age issues...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NwgB0r63HR0/TpNWIDtH4wI/AAAAAAAAAys/4V3ZMOb8fVc/s72-c/spla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-8958879262817993902</id><published>2011-10-02T19:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T19:24:43.877+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning the options...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Mês novo, novas decisões. Muito importantes. Pois bem, todos nós sabemos como a crise está aí para ficar. Nem sequer se pode opinar um prazo para o seu fim. Por isso, tal como muitas outras pessoas na mesma situação que eu - desempregada! - estou a pensar em tentar a minha sorte noutros lados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KCshbx9oNI8/ToirmrHBEsI/AAAAAAAAAyo/blWtH_qWn1Q/s1600/trips.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KCshbx9oNI8/ToirmrHBEsI/AAAAAAAAAyo/blWtH_qWn1Q/s1600/trips.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Normalmente, nunca fico muito tempo no mesmo sítio. Não sei se é bom, se é mau. O certo é que estou cansada de tanta incerteza, preciso de encontrar alguma estabilidade para poder organizar a minha vida e deixar de depender seja de quem for. Até porque, há bem pouco tempo, vi e senti como aqueles a quem, por vezes, chamamos amigos são os primeiros a nos espetar uma faca nas costas. Mas pronto, é seguir pra frente e deixar esses ditos amigos lá atrás, sem nunca mais merecerem uma palavra nossa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Continuando. Estou a pensar mesmo muito a sério arriscar noutro país. Já tenho algumas opções e é&amp;nbsp;claro que há uma que se destaca. Mas ainda está tudo muito verde. Para já, dei-me um prazo de um mês para ver se a situação muda, se não, é bem possível que daqui a uns dias já esteja nalgum território longínquo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Apenas sei que 2012 não pode ser uma continuação do que tem sido a minha vida até agora...&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&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/5965087945501646205-8958879262817993902?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8958879262817993902/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=8958879262817993902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/8958879262817993902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/8958879262817993902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/10/planning-options.html' title='Planning the options...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KCshbx9oNI8/ToirmrHBEsI/AAAAAAAAAyo/blWtH_qWn1Q/s72-c/trips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-5169784814203964443</id><published>2011-09-30T21:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T21:27:54.232+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Porque às vezes só me apetece gritar e deitar tudo pra fora sem pensar no que sai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; cssfloat: right; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yrAfFlLf96U/ToYi6y8Wr_I/AAAAAAAAAyk/oNaJfKpEGCQ/s1600/scream.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Não tem de ser negativo. Pelo contrário... parece a única forma de tirar a pressão dos ombros e expulsar toda a energia má que se apoderou de nós. E hoje é um desses dias. Apetecia-me apenas gritar até ficar sem fôlego, mas de certo mais leve e relaxada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Devia haver um sítio assim, onde as pessoas fossem lá só para gritar e descarregar tudo o que as faz carregar o mundo às costas...&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/5965087945501646205-5169784814203964443?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5169784814203964443/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=5169784814203964443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/5169784814203964443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/5169784814203964443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/speak-up.html' title='Speak up...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yrAfFlLf96U/ToYi6y8Wr_I/AAAAAAAAAyk/oNaJfKpEGCQ/s72-c/scream.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-4498518322895500925</id><published>2011-09-24T16:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T16:26:08.955+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Feelings... #10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outono...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fPxNbySAkEY/Tn30HkGj4DI/AAAAAAAAAyA/VKOINCUiodU/s1600/outono.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fPxNbySAkEY/Tn30HkGj4DI/AAAAAAAAAyA/VKOINCUiodU/s1600/outono.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Enrique Ortega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MJxd-4670_w/Tn30o7mOjmI/AAAAAAAAAyE/kFKXL-SN8zs/s1600/out.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MJxd-4670_w/Tn30o7mOjmI/AAAAAAAAAyE/kFKXL-SN8zs/s1600/out.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Eloi Flore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tG2-fzbxVv4/Tn31Arv5kZI/AAAAAAAAAyI/wzd59UFWTPY/s1600/outon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tG2-fzbxVv4/Tn31Arv5kZI/AAAAAAAAAyI/wzd59UFWTPY/s1600/outon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Alisa Makarow&lt;/div&gt;&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/5965087945501646205-4498518322895500925?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4498518322895500925/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=4498518322895500925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/4498518322895500925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/4498518322895500925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-feelings-10.html' title='Happy Feelings... #10'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fPxNbySAkEY/Tn30HkGj4DI/AAAAAAAAAyA/VKOINCUiodU/s72-c/outono.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-8133216520219557469</id><published>2011-09-21T02:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T02:26:28.415+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Queen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sem sono.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qp-0g_ABnRg/Tnk9D9CG3II/AAAAAAAAAws/zz9uS1sAxS0/s1600/lagrii" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qp-0g_ABnRg/Tnk9D9CG3II/AAAAAAAAAws/zz9uS1sAxS0/s1600/lagrii" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A minha cabeça dá voltas e mais voltas. Não consigo deixar de estar triste e angustiada. As lágrimas que teimam em querer correr por aqui abaixo. Sei que tem tratamento e que se pode levar uma vida quase normal se se tiver algum cuidado. Podia ser pior. Mas não consigo deixar de me sentir demasiado impotente face a isto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Forte. Quase sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O pior é quando calha aos mais próximos. Não dá! Perco qualquer força, qualquer racionalidade. Longe deles, claro... Sinto que devo escolher entre viver a minha vida e dar apenas a assistência possível ou viver para os ajudar para terem a melhor vida possível. Mas não me compete a mim decidir. O destino ou a própria vida vai dando sinais do caminho a ser percorrido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Queria ter partido hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mas já era tarde. Daqui a umas horas também é tempo. Mas não consigo dormir e o tempo passa demasiado lentamente. E a única imagem de calma e paz que ambiciono é a conjugação da areia que se estende a perder de vista combinada com o mar que me embala a mente e me enche de novas forças.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Vai custar voltar.&amp;nbsp;&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/5965087945501646205-8133216520219557469?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8133216520219557469/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=8133216520219557469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/8133216520219557469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/8133216520219557469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/drama-queen.html' title='Drama Queen...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qp-0g_ABnRg/Tnk9D9CG3II/AAAAAAAAAws/zz9uS1sAxS0/s72-c/lagrii' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-6992928441204768705</id><published>2011-09-18T17:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T03:20:09.615+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to settle down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Só com o tempo nos podemos adaptar&amp;nbsp;às coisas, às pessoas e aos locais. Por muito que queiramos que tudo se dê logo, sem necessidade de esperar para conhecer, a verdade é que nada na vida acontece assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Guo-jFp1Cuk/TnYc-tjwARI/AAAAAAAAAwo/BbCGzazOVHk/s1600/pessoas" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Guo-jFp1Cuk/TnYc-tjwARI/AAAAAAAAAwo/BbCGzazOVHk/s1600/pessoas" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Temos as primeiras impressões, que não passam disso mesmo -&amp;nbsp;primeiras impressões. Ideias que nos transmitem uma boa ou má sensação e que só com o tempo conseguimos&amp;nbsp;chegar a uma conclusão mais concreta e que, muitas vezes, não estará de acordo com o início.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Estou numa casa nova há cerca de duas semanas. Com pessoas novas e diferentes. Hábitos e personalidades completamente iguais e tão díspares. E no entanto, sem nada de mau ter acontecido, eu pensei em sair. E quando surgiu um facto que dava força à minha ideia de sair, pensei que estava a tomar a decisão certa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;As pessoas não têm sempre de se dar bem. Mas nós damos. As pessoas não têm de ser necessariamente amigas. Mas nós estamos a começar a ser. As pessoas não têm de se preocupar com alguém que apenas conhecem há dias. Mas nós já nos preocupamos uns com os outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Faltava então perceber o que estava a faltar para eu me sentir "em casa"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Foram precisos pensamentos, conversas e uma visita a um local horrível para perceber que o problema era o mesmo de sempre. E por isso vou ficar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A minha calma aparente nem sempre, ou quase nunca, se traduz na forma como vivo e como espero que as coisas aconteçam. É por isso que não me estava a sentir ambientada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Agora sim. Não totalmente. Mas com vontade de levar tudo mais calmamente e apreciar a sorte que tive no que me calhou e que, em análise, não é nada mau. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;É até muito bom...&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/5965087945501646205-6992928441204768705?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6992928441204768705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=6992928441204768705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/6992928441204768705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/6992928441204768705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/time-to-settle-down.html' title='Time to settle down...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Guo-jFp1Cuk/TnYc-tjwARI/AAAAAAAAAwo/BbCGzazOVHk/s72-c/pessoas' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-8481976272297301680</id><published>2011-09-15T00:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T00:58:08.429+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A change of spirit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D6sJomImxHA/TnE_YNpVT5I/AAAAAAAAAwk/AewlXWzPDns/s1600/new.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D6sJomImxHA/TnE_YNpVT5I/AAAAAAAAAwk/AewlXWzPDns/s1600/new.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;É isso. Ando a pensar mudar de atitude. Ainda mais. Dar um sentido mais alegre à minha vida cibernética e blogueira. Ando em pesquisas e estudos para um novo layout, mais de acordo com o que quero trazer para a minha órbita. Quem sabe até um novo blogue, um começo do zero... Em breve, num blogue perto de si =)&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/5965087945501646205-8481976272297301680?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8481976272297301680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=8481976272297301680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/8481976272297301680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/8481976272297301680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/change-of-spirit.html' title='A change of spirit...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D6sJomImxHA/TnE_YNpVT5I/AAAAAAAAAwk/AewlXWzPDns/s72-c/new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-1869420700502118706</id><published>2011-09-14T14:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T14:50:43.205+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling the day going by...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yoWIlbkR4xM/TnCxHTmksMI/AAAAAAAAAwg/o9P820kezo4/s1600/day1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yoWIlbkR4xM/TnCxHTmksMI/AAAAAAAAAwg/o9P820kezo4/s1600/day1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Esta semana parece que a sorte resolveu fazer umas visitas. Até dá para me admirar de tanta que tem sido a sua amizade por mim. Agora é aproveitar enquanto dura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Por outro lado, ainda ando preocupada com o facto de não arranjar emprego... não sei bem que mais possa fazer para fazer alguma coisa... até já pensei em voltar uns dias para o Algarve... sempre poupava um pouco... mas depois há a paragem que era obrigada a fazer na dissertação... ainda estou algo indecisa quanto ao passo a dar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Quantas vezes não desejei ter uns dias de descanso e agora já não aguento tantos dias de descanso... preciso de horários, obrigações para cumprir, preocupações saudáveis e, claro, um ordenado ao fim do mês...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Bem, vou até ali e já volto... ver se encontro a resposta numa destas ruas... e buscar a minha sorte...&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/5965087945501646205-1869420700502118706?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1869420700502118706/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=1869420700502118706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/1869420700502118706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/1869420700502118706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/feeling-day-going-by.html' title='Feeling the day going by...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yoWIlbkR4xM/TnCxHTmksMI/AAAAAAAAAwg/o9P820kezo4/s72-c/day1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-4484972334795528938</id><published>2011-09-11T16:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T13:36:10.175+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hypothesis...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ando nisto, pelo menos, há duas semanas... e nada... sai-me tudo a conta gotas e depois apago tudo... e volto a ficar a olhar para o ecrã sem saber que raio vou escrever na última página do plano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HqlJY8HOB7E/TmzOdfC5MuI/AAAAAAAAAwc/QTkRWFD-BJM/s1600/escre.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HqlJY8HOB7E/TmzOdfC5MuI/AAAAAAAAAwc/QTkRWFD-BJM/s1600/escre.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ainda há pouco faltavam meses para entregar... agora falta exactamente uma semana!! Uma página, uma semana... coisa pouca... faz-se muito facilmente... até o orientador acha que uma semana chega para fazer o plano todo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Enfim... continuo a olhar... não percebo porque temos nós de dar uma hipótese antes do trabalho feito... bem, perceber até percebo... mas nesta altura queria não perceber...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Não me faz&amp;nbsp; sentido... parece-me que não tenho os factos essenciais para avançar com uma opinião sobre o acontecimento... não é tão simples como mostrar a evolução de uma definição que foi evouindo ao longo dos tempos... o acontecimento ainda está a decorrer... não há factos completamente desvendados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E assim vai ser este meu domingo... até ao último ponto.&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/5965087945501646205-4484972334795528938?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4484972334795528938/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=4484972334795528938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/4484972334795528938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/4484972334795528938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/hypothesis.html' title='The Hypothesis...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HqlJY8HOB7E/TmzOdfC5MuI/AAAAAAAAAwc/QTkRWFD-BJM/s72-c/escre.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-2455001113109015449</id><published>2011-09-09T13:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:18:42.629+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Que Language Hablas?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k13FDghq-KI/TmoDlDL4KFI/AAAAAAAAAwY/ftTbBTyGBJY/s1600/mang.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k13FDghq-KI/TmoDlDL4KFI/AAAAAAAAAwY/ftTbBTyGBJY/s1600/mang.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Comecei a reparar que nem sempre&amp;nbsp;sinto mais o que expresso na minha própria língua. Muitas vezes faz-me mais sentido dizer certas coisas, em certos momentos, noutras línguas, especialmente em inglês e espanhol. Antigamente (já parecem séculos) tinha o hábito de me expressar no meu mau italiano. Actualmente, sinto mais em inglês e espanhol,... talvez por serem as línguas que melhor sei. Em alemão&amp;nbsp;nunca me saiu nada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Quantas vezes a força de uma canção espanhola não transmite tudo o que é preciso, a alegria que traz contida e que nos eleva a outra dimensão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Em inglês (ou americano) são as músicas românticas e algumas vezes cheias de palavras de luta sobre a realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sobra o português... em que mais facilmente nos conseguimos expressar sobre o que vai cá dentro, em qualquer altura, em qualquer situação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Mas para mim, as outras têm um papel especial... que muitas vezes me traduzem mais verdadeiramente...&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/5965087945501646205-2455001113109015449?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2455001113109015449/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=2455001113109015449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/2455001113109015449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/2455001113109015449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/que-language-hablas.html' title='Que Language Hablas?...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k13FDghq-KI/TmoDlDL4KFI/AAAAAAAAAwY/ftTbBTyGBJY/s72-c/mang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-5858609934078410019</id><published>2011-09-05T01:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T01:02:50.858+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Feelings... #9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Te quiero hasta el fin del mundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oAM47hiNDtQ/TmQRQWmy5tI/AAAAAAAAAwU/BPJ_ndhVC4o/s1600/lov.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oAM47hiNDtQ/TmQRQWmy5tI/AAAAAAAAAwU/BPJ_ndhVC4o/s1600/lov.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Y eso me hace llorar... solo una vez más...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5965087945501646205-5858609934078410019?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5858609934078410019/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=5858609934078410019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/5858609934078410019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/5858609934078410019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-feelings-9.html' title='Happy Feelings... #9'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oAM47hiNDtQ/TmQRQWmy5tI/AAAAAAAAAwU/BPJ_ndhVC4o/s72-c/lov.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-3034624426754626869</id><published>2011-09-04T19:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T01:03:37.125+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What's new...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Há três dias que estou na casa nova. Posso dizer que, se andava com falta de novidades, coisas novas, pois... elas chegaram em grande e pra arrasar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tmhNm2BrQ5E/TmPHkjiqtlI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/vdEXyGPnteQ/s1600/kk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tmhNm2BrQ5E/TmPHkjiqtlI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/vdEXyGPnteQ/s1600/kk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Gosto. Parece que escolhi bem, tanto o sítio como os novos colegas de casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;É uma nova situação, totalmente... imprevísivel. Contudo começámos com o pé direito e em pleno bairro alto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E é assim a vida. Estou sem palavras, apenas vendo o desenrolar dinâmico do que se está a desenrolar na minha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Enfim... palavras para quê?&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/5965087945501646205-3034624426754626869?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3034624426754626869/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=3034624426754626869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/3034624426754626869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/3034624426754626869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/ha-tres-dias-que-estou-na-casa-nova.html' title='What&apos;s new...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tmhNm2BrQ5E/TmPHkjiqtlI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/vdEXyGPnteQ/s72-c/kk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-5696092869836774082</id><published>2011-09-02T02:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T02:40:00.529+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready?Set?Go!!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Um frio no estômago e uma sensação de mal-estar, falta de sono e a cabeça a andar a mil à hora sem prestar atenção a uma só coisa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Enfim, sintomas de quem amanhã começa uma nova etapa - se bem que etapas são iniciadas todos os dias - mas desta vez é diferente, outra vez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Vou viver para outro espaço, com pessoas diferentes - tão diferentes que nem as conheço - até parece que estou a voltar à entrada na Universidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Mas é assim, como esta economia anda parece que temos muito poucas hipóteses para escolher no que diz respeito ao local onde morar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- casa dos pais - boa nalguns aspectos, má noutros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- casa própria - muito boa para quem tem um emprego com um excelente salário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- dividir casa com o namorado - mas primeiro há que ter namorado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ou seja, só me sobra a derradeira alternativa que é viver com outras pessoas que em nada são directamente relacionadas comigo. O que acontece exactamente amanhã. Claro que é sempre melhor (ou talvez não!) quando vamos morar com pessoas já amigas ou pelo menos conhecidas, mas tenho que admitir que me sinto muito entusiasmada por ser diferente. Como eu digo é sempre bom conhecer pessoas novas, até podemos não gostar delas, mas ficamos a conhecer mais um pouco do que é a faceta global do ser humano. Interessante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pt_-09ZlUTo/TmAzrwJmzlI/AAAAAAAAAwM/lnm92bTUPU4/s1600/cirque.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pt_-09ZlUTo/TmAzrwJmzlI/AAAAAAAAAwM/lnm92bTUPU4/s1600/cirque.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E pronto, já de malas à porta, tudo&amp;nbsp;já mesmo&amp;nbsp;quase a gritar&amp;nbsp;"ready?set?GO!!!" E no fim de tudo isto só me ocorre dizer que com todos os percalços que tenho tido,&amp;nbsp;sou uma mulher de muita sorte, muita mesmo, começando na família nuclear, na restante família e&amp;nbsp;nalguns amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Quase cai a lagrimita aqui no canto... ando a tornar-me muito lamechas ultimamente!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5965087945501646205-5696092869836774082?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5696092869836774082/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=5696092869836774082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/5696092869836774082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/5696092869836774082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/readysetgo.html' title='Ready?Set?Go!!...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pt_-09ZlUTo/TmAzrwJmzlI/AAAAAAAAAwM/lnm92bTUPU4/s72-c/cirque.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-7839141344238828749</id><published>2011-08-30T00:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T00:16:01.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'>At Midnight...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Meia-noite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Uma hora como outra qualquer, num dia qualquer, num lugar qualquer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Mas, hoje é um dia (noite) especial para todos os lacobrigenses e esta é apenas a 2ª vez, em 27 anos, que perco o Banho 29, o famoso Banho 29...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y5FdFqPgf7o/TlwdhJGCtQI/AAAAAAAAAwI/t3Ppo6h2110/s1600/banho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y5FdFqPgf7o/TlwdhJGCtQI/AAAAAAAAAwI/t3Ppo6h2110/s1600/banho.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Fosse apenas assistir aos espectáculos de música, os concursos de fatos-de-banho antigos, teatro, o fogo de artifício&amp;nbsp;ou ir mesmo ao banho à meia-noite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Uma noite que para todos em Lagos é especial, desde crianças a idosos, um banho de mar onde as ondas levam tudo o que é negativo e renovam as energias para a mudança de estação... e que em tempos representava o primeiro banho do ano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;As praias cobrem-se de fogueiras, tendas, música, aromas de chouriço assado,... uma alegria que contagia e não deixa ninguém indiferente... a algo tão simples e grandioso ao mesmo tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E de manhã enquanto os mais madrugadores chegam para mais um dia de praia é vê-los,&amp;nbsp;aos outros, aos que não deixam a tradição morrer,&amp;nbsp;a arrumar as tendas, com olhos ensonados, a deixar o areal até ao ano seguinte... porque haverá sempre o Banho 29 em Lagos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;É a despedida de mais um Verão...&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/5965087945501646205-7839141344238828749?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7839141344238828749/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=7839141344238828749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/7839141344238828749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/7839141344238828749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/at-midnight.html' title='At Midnight...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y5FdFqPgf7o/TlwdhJGCtQI/AAAAAAAAAwI/t3Ppo6h2110/s72-c/banho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-2184435425113598534</id><published>2011-08-29T18:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T18:09:49.615+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Feelings... #8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Counting down... once again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Re18mbGt7SU/TlvGD2_CZiI/AAAAAAAAAwE/VU2sv2OSryw/s1600/travelbags.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Re18mbGt7SU/TlvGD2_CZiI/AAAAAAAAAwE/VU2sv2OSryw/s1600/travelbags.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;"Há um tempo em que é preciso abandonar as roupas usadas, que já têm a forma do nosso corpo, e esquecer os nossos caminhos, que nos levam sempre aos mesmos lugares. É o tempo da travessia: e, se não ousarmos fazê-la, teremos ficado, para sempre, à margem de nós mesmos."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;"As pessoas têm medo das mudanças... Eu tenho medo que as coisas não mudem."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;Chico Buarque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&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/5965087945501646205-2184435425113598534?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2184435425113598534/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=2184435425113598534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/2184435425113598534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/2184435425113598534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-feelings-8.html' title='Happy Feelings... #8'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Re18mbGt7SU/TlvGD2_CZiI/AAAAAAAAAwE/VU2sv2OSryw/s72-c/travelbags.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-4220302349245012484</id><published>2011-08-27T22:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T22:02:57.785+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jersey Shore4...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ok! Detesto quando isto me acontece!! E agora?!&amp;nbsp;É ter esperar até fim de Setembro para ver mais uma série. Esta até nem é das melhores, mas dá para rir de tanta parvoíce. Já estava a demorar até a MTV.com cortar o sinal para estes recantos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-psu_o-3Nrcc/Tlla8nkGyQI/AAAAAAAAAwA/2ighYxIElFI/s1600/jersey+shore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-psu_o-3Nrcc/Tlla8nkGyQI/AAAAAAAAAwA/2ighYxIElFI/s320/jersey+shore.jpg" width="320" /&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/5965087945501646205-4220302349245012484?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4220302349245012484/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=4220302349245012484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/4220302349245012484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/4220302349245012484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/jersey-shore4.html' title='Jersey Shore4...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-psu_o-3Nrcc/Tlla8nkGyQI/AAAAAAAAAwA/2ighYxIElFI/s72-c/jersey+shore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-4344414733365654352</id><published>2011-08-25T16:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T21:53:44.309+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back and forward...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xt7xnV-3Lv8/TlZkhTbupaI/AAAAAAAAAv8/TGf-6xjtdUU/s1600/cat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xt7xnV-3Lv8/TlZkhTbupaI/AAAAAAAAAv8/TGf-6xjtdUU/s1600/cat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E quando parecia que o primeiro passo estava dado e que estava&amp;nbsp;com menos um problema para resolver, eis que tudo volta à estaca zero e porquê?! Porque as pessoas não são sérias e não têm palavra ou consideração pelos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Então voltei ao início, aos telefonemas, às buscas, à falta de ilusões,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Talvez amanhã seja melhor, talvez tenha mais sorte (porque a sorte conta muito, muito mesmo), talvez o dia corra de forma mais positiva... Setembro está aí,&amp;nbsp;à porta, e antes que tal aconteça pelo menos 25% das questões devem estar resolvidas... já não peço muito... os 75% ficam para depois...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nota: Parece que 25% já cá cantam. Big Smile!!&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/5965087945501646205-4344414733365654352?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4344414733365654352/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=4344414733365654352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/4344414733365654352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/4344414733365654352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-and-forward.html' title='Back and forward...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xt7xnV-3Lv8/TlZkhTbupaI/AAAAAAAAAv8/TGf-6xjtdUU/s72-c/cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-7726789727225124851</id><published>2011-08-21T23:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T23:24:40.218+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Feelings... #7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rVxO4KWUeN4/TlGFYS1dSLI/AAAAAAAAAv4/XhICfOx-jbg/s1600/home.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rVxO4KWUeN4/TlGFYS1dSLI/AAAAAAAAAv4/XhICfOx-jbg/s1600/home.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet little place...&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/5965087945501646205-7726789727225124851?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7726789727225124851/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=7726789727225124851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/7726789727225124851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/7726789727225124851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-feelings-7.html' title='Happy Feelings... #7'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rVxO4KWUeN4/TlGFYS1dSLI/AAAAAAAAAv4/XhICfOx-jbg/s72-c/home.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-5461469763747212636</id><published>2011-08-21T12:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T23:16:33.155+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-to7iY7lnu3c/TlDxqFCU7RI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Hn_NQFBSh94/s1600/room.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-to7iY7lnu3c/TlDxqFCU7RI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Hn_NQFBSh94/s1600/room.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;É o resultado de deixar as coisas para o fim, para a última hora e depois é assim, sem muitas opções de escolha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Voltei para Lisboa (Cascais) há cerca de duas semanas e desde então tenho andado à procura de casa/ quarto no centro de Lisboa na internet. Vi muitas fotos de alguns que estavam dentro de tudo o que eu queria, desde o preço (muito importante!!!) até ao aspecto da casa/ quarto e localização.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Claro que pensei, a ser apenas para o início de Setembro, não valia a pena começar logo a marcar visitas e a contactar os proprietários - Erro enorme!!! Comecei ontem a contactar... e a maioria daqueles que me interessavam... já estavam ocupados!!! E pronto, mais uma vez comecei na minha busca, afinal já falta muito pouco para o início de Setembro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Por isso, se alguém tiver conhecimento de quartos para alugar estou aberta a ideias ;)&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/5965087945501646205-5461469763747212636?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5461469763747212636/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=5461469763747212636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/5461469763747212636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/5461469763747212636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/room-room.html' title='...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-to7iY7lnu3c/TlDxqFCU7RI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Hn_NQFBSh94/s72-c/room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-4685742454285680626</id><published>2011-08-19T21:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T23:18:50.025+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken inside...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Abrir a página da Easyjet ou outra qualquer companhia lowcost, escolher um destino, comprar um bilhete para partir daqui a horas... poucas para não pensar muito e desistir... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;O que de algum modo é irónico... aqui a escrever, a pensar, mas sabendo que não posso concretizar este desejo... tal como outros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1--6gWQqk3s/Tk7OIXwisZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/cNe8XsKE8A4/s1600/crash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1--6gWQqk3s/Tk7OIXwisZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/cNe8XsKE8A4/s1600/crash.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Por vezes torna-se difícil manter o optimismo quando tudo parece correr ao contrário do que queria, mesmo que tenha lutado e esteja a lutar todos os dias para conseguir algo do que quero alcançar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Tantas questões que quero ver respondidas, tantos planos que quero ver realizados e no entretanto... sinto que as forças me faltam... que não há mais bem que mal... que não vem mais energia positiva do que negativa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E sim, sei que há pessoas num estado bem pior que o meu, até pessoas que neste momento estão a morrer por não terem sequer o que comer ou beber... e eu aqui na minha pequenez e no meu egoísmo a pensar no que pode ser visto como futilidades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Quando as forças faltam que mais se pode fazer... voltar a ganhá-las e tentar uma e outra vez... acreditar... ter fé... outra ironia - a fé... que género de fé?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Quando conselhos já não chegam para ajudar... quando aquilo que nos mantém de pé todos os dias já não é suficiente... quando sabemos o que seria mais do que suficiente... e parece tão pequeno... e no entanto, não tenho o que preciso... uma lufada de ar fresco carregada de novas vibrações...&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/5965087945501646205-4685742454285680626?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4685742454285680626/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=4685742454285680626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/4685742454285680626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/4685742454285680626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/broken-inside.html' title='Broken inside...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1--6gWQqk3s/Tk7OIXwisZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/cNe8XsKE8A4/s72-c/crash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-471546652533897914</id><published>2011-08-16T21:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T21:25:58.555+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Living today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qgyae6A1g-U/TkrSJkwq23I/AAAAAAAAAvs/34cNysgKguQ/s1600/bl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qgyae6A1g-U/TkrSJkwq23I/AAAAAAAAAvs/34cNysgKguQ/s320/bl.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Se eu tivesse que viver minha  vida novamente, eu cometeria os mesmos erros, só que mais cedo." (Tallulah  Bankhead)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Uma vida não questionada  não merece ser vivida." (Platão)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A vida é uma peça de teatro que não permite ensaios. Por isso, cante, chore, dance, ria e viva intensamente, antes que a cortina se feche e a peça termine sem aplausos."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Charles Chaplin)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;div class="fr" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A vida é a arte do encontro, embora haja tanto desencontro pela vida."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Vinícius de Moraes)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="fr" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Jamais se desespere em meio as sombrias aflições de sua vida, pois das nuvens mais negras cai água límpida e fecunda."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Provérbio Chinês)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;div class="fr" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sonha e serás livre de espírito... luta e serás livre na vida."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Che Guevara)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5965087945501646205-471546652533897914?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/471546652533897914/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=471546652533897914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/471546652533897914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/471546652533897914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/living-today.html' title='Living today...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qgyae6A1g-U/TkrSJkwq23I/AAAAAAAAAvs/34cNysgKguQ/s72-c/bl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-2565316336052847701</id><published>2011-08-11T15:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T15:30:31.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Feelings... #6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9AsH3QPMJL8/TkPnPXIohJI/AAAAAAAAAvo/qsv56yKb2i0/s1600/zen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9AsH3QPMJL8/TkPnPXIohJI/AAAAAAAAAvo/qsv56yKb2i0/s1600/zen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;Just a bit of&amp;nbsp; relax&amp;nbsp;before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5965087945501646205-2565316336052847701?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2565316336052847701/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=2565316336052847701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/2565316336052847701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/2565316336052847701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-feelings-6.html' title='Happy Feelings... #6'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9AsH3QPMJL8/TkPnPXIohJI/AAAAAAAAAvo/qsv56yKb2i0/s72-c/zen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-1220524173893326316</id><published>2011-08-11T15:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T20:47:37.451+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Random...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X2L-TkUDF5s/TkPkd8g_g-I/AAAAAAAAAvk/PqLriNPruFo/s1600/thoughts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X2L-TkUDF5s/TkPkd8g_g-I/AAAAAAAAAvk/PqLriNPruFo/s1600/thoughts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;De volta à grande cidade... de volta a tudo o que envolve trabalho, stress, transportes públicos, preocupações, buscas... mas acima de tudo de volta à batalha para terminar o mestrado que tanto me esforcei para conseguir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;É verão e devia ou queria estar na praia, no Algarve mais uns dias ou meses... mas a realidade chama e para ver resultados há mesmo que trabalhar duro para os atingir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Férias à parte, preciso de muita energia para conseguir continuar a minha pesquisa para a dissertação, não pensar mais em sol, praia, saídas, música... aí, aí, que a vida custa... especialmente no verão.&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/5965087945501646205-1220524173893326316?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1220524173893326316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=1220524173893326316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/1220524173893326316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/1220524173893326316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/de-volta-grande-cidade.html' title='Random...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X2L-TkUDF5s/TkPkd8g_g-I/AAAAAAAAAvk/PqLriNPruFo/s72-c/thoughts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-1889028717594553239</id><published>2011-08-06T23:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:07:31.581+01:00</updated><title type='text'>World of dreams...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qll5-HYQZig/Tj26yA2C_9I/AAAAAAAAAvg/GeaKedh1tSE/s1600/fada2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qll5-HYQZig/Tj26yA2C_9I/AAAAAAAAAvg/GeaKedh1tSE/s1600/fada2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Quero tudo novo de novo. Quero não sentir medo. Quero me entregar mais, me jogar mais, amar mais.&lt;br /&gt;Viajar até cansar. Quero sair pelo mundo. Quero fins de semana de praia. Aproveitar os amigos e abraçá-los mais. Quero ver mais filmes e comer mais pipoca, ler mais. Sair mais. Quero um trabalho novo. Quero não me atrasar tanto, nem me preocupar tanto. Quero morar sozinha, quero ter momentos de paz. Quero dançar mais. Comer mais brigadeiro de panela, acordar mais cedo e economizar mais. Sorrir mais, chorar menos e ajudar mais. Pensar mais e pensar menos. Andar mais de bicicleta. Ir mais vezes ao parque. Quero ser feliz, quero sossego, quero outra tatuagem. Quero me olhar mais. Cortar mais os cabelos. Tomar mais sol e mais banho de chuva. Preciso me concentrar mais, delirar mais.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero esperar mais, quero fazer mais, suar mais, cantar mais e mais. Quero conhecer mais pessoas. Quero olhar para frente e só o necessário para trás. Quero olhar nos olhos do que fez sofrer e sorrir e abraçar, sem mágoa. Quero pedir menos desculpas, sentir menos culpa. Quero mais chão, pouco vão e mais bolinhas de sabão. Quero aceitar menos, indagar mais, ousar mais. Experimentar mais. Quero menos “mas”. Quero não sentir tanta saudade. Quero mais e tudo o mais. &lt;br /&gt;“E o resto que venha se vier, ou tiver que vir, ou não venha".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fernando Pessoa&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/5965087945501646205-1889028717594553239?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1889028717594553239/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=1889028717594553239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/1889028717594553239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/1889028717594553239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/world-of-dreams.html' title='World of dreams...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qll5-HYQZig/Tj26yA2C_9I/AAAAAAAAAvg/GeaKedh1tSE/s72-c/fada2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-8000693940060120301</id><published>2011-08-04T00:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T00:55:53.671+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Feelings... #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZu6BKtkYTA/TjnfHhdkQBI/AAAAAAAAAvY/jfsso3yxK0g/s1600/fabio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZu6BKtkYTA/TjnfHhdkQBI/AAAAAAAAAvY/jfsso3yxK0g/s1600/fabio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy just because...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the energies are just right...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Your thoughts turn real...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it makes you smile like crazy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You remember old stories...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A pink world... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only that small moment between you and me...&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/5965087945501646205-8000693940060120301?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8000693940060120301/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=8000693940060120301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/8000693940060120301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/8000693940060120301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-feelings-5.html' title='Happy Feelings... #5'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZu6BKtkYTA/TjnfHhdkQBI/AAAAAAAAAvY/jfsso3yxK0g/s72-c/fabio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-4858336867713907957</id><published>2011-08-02T18:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T18:52:48.266+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The clock...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Devia ser tudo mais fácil à medida que vamos envelhecendo... mas parece ainda mais difícil... pela consciência que passo a ter do que faço... das consequências que podem advir daí... e no entanto... o tempo passa e o relógio&amp;nbsp;não pára...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-E8dzGbmr4/Tjg5Ehx2cKI/AAAAAAAAAvU/P2aWSJ8XmGk/s1600/calm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-E8dzGbmr4/Tjg5Ehx2cKI/AAAAAAAAAvU/P2aWSJ8XmGk/s200/calm.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Tenho os dias contados. Literalmente. Daqui a pouco lá volto e não sou só eu que volto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E a minha irmã mais nova que acha&amp;nbsp;que tudo é tão fácil de se fazer. Que sou eu que complico... Basta chegar. Ver. Falar. Lidar com o resultado. Seguir em frente. Seja qual for o resultado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Fácil. Parece. Quando penso nisso também. Mas depois... Bloqueio total. E os dias a passar. Quem sabe hoje... ou amanhã...&amp;nbsp;Afinal de contas... é&amp;nbsp;Verão!!! Respirar fundo... bem fundo. Contar até 10, bem devagarinho...&amp;nbsp;Mentalizar que não custa nada. É só agir como da última vez. Difícil de início, mas depois tudo correu bem, calmamente até... E depois se não for como quero, paciência... não será a primeira nem a última que algo não corre como quero... será só e apenas mais uma... e por isso mais fácil de passar à frente...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Devia ser tudo mais fácil à medida que vamos envelhecendo... Devia...&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5965087945501646205-4858336867713907957?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4858336867713907957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=4858336867713907957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/4858336867713907957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/4858336867713907957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/08/clock.html' title='The clock...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-E8dzGbmr4/Tjg5Ehx2cKI/AAAAAAAAAvU/P2aWSJ8XmGk/s72-c/calm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-4720384823255729494</id><published>2011-07-31T14:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T14:42:03.064+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Feelings... #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K33m6etETBI/TjVbV4kJiyI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/w5knwY1e0aY/s1600/ice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="146" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K33m6etETBI/TjVbV4kJiyI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/w5knwY1e0aY/s320/ice.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ice Cream... HUMMMM....&lt;/strong&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/5965087945501646205-4720384823255729494?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4720384823255729494/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=4720384823255729494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/4720384823255729494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/4720384823255729494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-feelings-4.html' title='Happy Feelings... #4'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K33m6etETBI/TjVbV4kJiyI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/w5knwY1e0aY/s72-c/ice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-7540702760764197887</id><published>2011-07-28T23:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T23:00:16.107+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Best friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Hoje apanhei um susto com a minha gata. E tudo por causa de pensarmos sempre que somos tudo e mais alguma coisa e que sabemos tudo sobre tudo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;O que vale é que, desta vez, correu tudo pelo melhor e fui a tempo de resolver. Ou seja, neste caso, eu (e mais alguém cá em casa) achava que era veterinária e que o líquido transparente que a Nikita andava a deixar em tudo onde se deitava, desde o fim do cio, era normal, nada de mais que merecesse muita preocupação e que rapidamente desapareceria. E os dias foram passando e ela parecia bem, continuava nas suas correrias tanto como nas suas preguiças na varanda ou na janela ao sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5jRXrGWL7bo/TjHbztFnsII/AAAAAAAAAvM/sU5O2ViNTnc/s1600/24.12+%25286%2529_edited.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5jRXrGWL7bo/TjHbztFnsII/AAAAAAAAAvM/sU5O2ViNTnc/s320/24.12+%25286%2529_edited.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Até que há&amp;nbsp;um dia&amp;nbsp;as manchas deixaram de ser transparentes e ficaram espessas e esbranquiçadas. Lá fui, hoje logo de manhã,&amp;nbsp;à clínica&amp;nbsp;veterinária. Diagnóstico: Infecção nos ovários. E eu, claro: Nervosismo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Como bons profissionais que são, tudo foi tratado rapidamente: esterilização. Ao fim da tarde já a fui buscar e já&amp;nbsp;anda e salta&amp;nbsp;pela casa como se nada se tivesse passado. Mas o veterinário disse logo que se não tivesse sido operada logo podia ter sido fatal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E ela como tem uma personalidade daquelas, notou-se que ficou muito sentida comigo... até que voltasse a deitar-se no meu colo...&amp;nbsp;enfim, o importante é que&amp;nbsp;está bem.&amp;nbsp;E tudo fica bem quando acaba bem.&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/5965087945501646205-7540702760764197887?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7540702760764197887/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=7540702760764197887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/7540702760764197887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/7540702760764197887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/best-friends.html' title='Best friends...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5jRXrGWL7bo/TjHbztFnsII/AAAAAAAAAvM/sU5O2ViNTnc/s72-c/24.12+%25286%2529_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-8667688617082322421</id><published>2011-07-27T13:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T14:00:14.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Going down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oz50PsS4yE0/TjALxXTunVI/AAAAAAAAAvE/c85TxX9EyoE/s1600/jcbye.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oz50PsS4yE0/TjALxXTunVI/AAAAAAAAAvE/c85TxX9EyoE/s1600/jcbye.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E começa agora a contagem decrescente para a volta para Lisboa... Foram boas estas férias, melhores do que estava à espera. Houve tempo tempo para tudo e mais alguma coisa. E disposição também. A minha cidade é sempre a minha cidade. Com tudo o que isso implica e que me faz feliz. E a praia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Também é bom saber que estou de partida, que vou voltar para a confusão que é a capital. Mas com tudo isso, também ficaram saudades ou apenas a falta do que Lisboa contém. Volta tudo ao normal de agora dentro de dias. E sinto que até lá ainda muito se vai passar. E eu estarei aqui para o aproveitar. So,... let's "rock" the party! &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/5965087945501646205-8667688617082322421?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8667688617082322421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=8667688617082322421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/8667688617082322421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/8667688617082322421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/going-down.html' title='Going down...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oz50PsS4yE0/TjALxXTunVI/AAAAAAAAAvE/c85TxX9EyoE/s72-c/jcbye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-8656950307238483675</id><published>2011-07-24T18:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T18:22:09.325+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo!! MTV Party...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GYA62b5K260/TixSdABoIoI/AAAAAAAAAu8/cq5pj31n66Y/s1600/IMG_0021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GYA62b5K260/TixSdABoIoI/AAAAAAAAAu8/cq5pj31n66Y/s1600/IMG_0021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GYA62b5K260/TixSdABoIoI/AAAAAAAAAu8/cq5pj31n66Y/s320/IMG_0021.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Há muito que não ia a uma festa assim. Decididamente, uma grande festa com boa música e bom ambiente. Venha a próxima!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Dj Yves Larock e Liliana pra animar a festa. Foram muito bons. Mais uma lembrança deste verão que tem sido do melhor. Um intervalo relaxante entre duas épocas cheias de trabalho. Uma que já passou e outra que ainda agora começou. Momentos divertidos e relaxantes que só vêm ajudar a preparar o novo período que se aproxima. Amigos, música, alegria, festa... What else could I ask for?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5965087945501646205-8656950307238483675?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8656950307238483675/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=8656950307238483675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/8656950307238483675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/8656950307238483675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/woohoo-mtv-party.html' title='Woohoo!! MTV Party...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GYA62b5K260/TixSdABoIoI/AAAAAAAAAu8/cq5pj31n66Y/s72-c/IMG_0021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-9156475810546128224</id><published>2011-07-20T15:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T13:02:11.887+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LHjXdamZJGo/TibrgPMwn4I/AAAAAAAAAu0/hhH_h9ccEW0/s1600/hillsamizade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LHjXdamZJGo/TibrgPMwn4I/AAAAAAAAAu0/hhH_h9ccEW0/s1600/hillsamizade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;A amizade é vivida todos os dias porque tal como uma planta precisa de ser cuidada, alimentada e fortalecida. Pode não ser mesmo todos os dias, mas serão os suficientes para sabermos que os amigos estão ali connosco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Ao longo destes anos aprendi muito sobre amizades e sempre dei bastante valor a elas, é por isso que hoje sinto-me uma pessoa de sorte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Sei que tenho amigos muito bons, que estão sempre ao pé de mim ainda que nem sempre pessoalmente, são pessoas que me respeitam, me aceitam como sou, com as quais tenho zangas, lágrimas, aventuras, experiências&amp;nbsp;e gargalhadas, com as quais tenho recordações e que fazem parte do meu presente, assim como do meu passado e de certo do meu futuro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;E é por saber como são os bons amigos que me afasto dos maus, que só me provocam maus momentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;E neste dia a que se designou de Dia da Amizade desejo a todos os meus amigos tudo de bom porque eles sabem quem são e são os melhores.&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/5965087945501646205-9156475810546128224?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9156475810546128224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=9156475810546128224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/9156475810546128224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/9156475810546128224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/friendship-day.html' title='Friendship Day...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LHjXdamZJGo/TibrgPMwn4I/AAAAAAAAAu0/hhH_h9ccEW0/s72-c/hillsamizade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-6062188936871390503</id><published>2011-07-18T23:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T23:16:57.084+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Feelings... #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxcQHLFhMqs/TiSwl-3PXkI/AAAAAAAAAuw/ew6-BIICgPc/s1600/dancing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxcQHLFhMqs/TiSwl-3PXkI/AAAAAAAAAuw/ew6-BIICgPc/s1600/dancing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;All night long...&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/5965087945501646205-6062188936871390503?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6062188936871390503/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=6062188936871390503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/6062188936871390503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/6062188936871390503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-feelings-3.html' title='Happy Feelings... #3'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jxcQHLFhMqs/TiSwl-3PXkI/AAAAAAAAAuw/ew6-BIICgPc/s72-c/dancing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-4597333057590537579</id><published>2011-07-08T21:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T21:29:35.451+01:00</updated><title type='text'>About Luck...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tti1UYKJBzg/Thdoci4fO6I/AAAAAAAAAus/C5PoXEAs24g/s1600/lucky.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tti1UYKJBzg/Thdoci4fO6I/AAAAAAAAAus/C5PoXEAs24g/s1600/lucky.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Da sorte ou do azar de que todos falam e que todos conhecem. Um dia disseram-me que somos nós quem faz a nossa própria sorte, julgo que na altura não percebi bem. Tal como tantas vezes depois, em que maldizia a minha sorte quando as coisas não corriam como eu tinha planeado (e não foram poucas). Depois era o tempo perdido a tentar perceber o que tinha falhado e a deixar-me ir abaixo... Entre tudo isto, até voltar a encarrilhar, passavam oportunidades ao lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Parece que, agora sim, já entendi o sentido de tais palavras. É verdade que há pessoas com mais sorte que outras, julgo que isso é incontestável, para as quais ou tudo corre bem dentro do planeado ou têm todos os recursos para escolherem como e o que fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;No entanto, para quem muitas vezes as coisas não são tão fáceis, descobri que também podem aligeirar o peso e ir contra a má sorte ou azar ou apenas coisas da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Não vale a pena perder tempo e energia a lamentar-nos, a pensar e a suspirar. De cada vez que algo corre diferente do que esperávamos, é tempo de levantar a cabeça antes que o desânimo se aproxime e ver logo o próximo passo, a próxima alternativa, e começar a por em prática. Tudo se torna mais fácil e simples. E nós tornamo-nos mais fortes.&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/5965087945501646205-4597333057590537579?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4597333057590537579/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=4597333057590537579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/4597333057590537579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/4597333057590537579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/about-luck.html' title='About Luck...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tti1UYKJBzg/Thdoci4fO6I/AAAAAAAAAus/C5PoXEAs24g/s72-c/lucky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-3351274755015141274</id><published>2011-07-05T21:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T22:12:08.831+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New in red style...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;É pleno verão e as mudanças são notórias... quando se olha vê-se que nada relembra o que foi porque é tudo novo e por vezes bem melhor do que foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Relembra-nos o tempo que passou sem quase notarmos mas também mostra o quanto mudamos e o quanto hoje estamos mais disponíveis para aproveitar o que nos aparece e viver com mais sabedoria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0N7KXYXy1NU/ThTPmCZsjOI/AAAAAAAAAuo/KUzMtpZ4sQw/s1600/red.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0N7KXYXy1NU/ThTPmCZsjOI/AAAAAAAAAuo/KUzMtpZ4sQw/s1600/red.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Sei que muito aconteceu para chegarmos a este dia, sei que há alguns anos nem era possível pensar que tal aconteceria, mas olhando agora para trás é possível ver como cada passo nos trouxe até àquela entrada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Gosto de ver o resultado sabendo que é apenas a soma&amp;nbsp;para um outro resultado futuro. Gosto&amp;nbsp;de sentir outra vez os músculos da cara doer de tanto rirmos com a mesma facilidade de outrora. Gosto de saber que ainda estamos aqui assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E junto tudo na memória mais uma vez para daqui a algum tempo recordar. E mesmo com as incertezas que nos rodeiam e as respostas que teimam em não aparecer, conseguimos aprender a esperar com a alegria das pequenas e grandes coisas que vamos vivendo diariamente.&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/5965087945501646205-3351274755015141274?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3351274755015141274/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=3351274755015141274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/3351274755015141274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/3351274755015141274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-in-red-style.html' title='New in red style...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0N7KXYXy1NU/ThTPmCZsjOI/AAAAAAAAAuo/KUzMtpZ4sQw/s72-c/red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-4848643807924341441</id><published>2011-06-21T09:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T09:58:34.985+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Feelings... #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AhESaQ6MtG0/TgBdEiseg0I/AAAAAAAAAuk/_btz5ao1ihE/s1600/summer1.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AhESaQ6MtG0/TgBdEiseg0I/AAAAAAAAAuk/_btz5ao1ihE/s320/summer1.bmp" width="320" /&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/5965087945501646205-4848643807924341441?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4848643807924341441/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=4848643807924341441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/4848643807924341441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/4848643807924341441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-feelings-2.html' title='Happy Feelings... #2'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AhESaQ6MtG0/TgBdEiseg0I/AAAAAAAAAuk/_btz5ao1ihE/s72-c/summer1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-7493939385319894048</id><published>2011-06-19T00:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T12:36:27.512+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Contradictions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rUutis_etvg/Tf0x5i2KxOI/AAAAAAAAAuc/YZnUOMFNZAE/s1600/mt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rUutis_etvg/Tf0x5i2KxOI/AAAAAAAAAuc/YZnUOMFNZAE/s1600/mt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;Once upon a time... each and every day from then... there was a little girl inside... she wanted to be good... to be different... not to be the same... not to do the same mistakes others did... and so she went by all her days with that thought in her mind... she tried and she tried again and again... it never seemed right... it never seemed ok... she discovers how to see the diference between what was good and what was wrong... and yet she wanted not to know&amp;nbsp;that so many times... she thought she would be happier if she would be like so many of the ones she knew... she was getting tired... really tired... but she couldn't tell no one... it would be too much... almost like she would loose all her strenght... and so she kept doing&amp;nbsp;the same... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;Once upon a time... there was a little girl who did a choice... and&amp;nbsp;that choice had to be forever... and she knew what she had to do... what was her mission... and then she start looking for a way to live with that choice... and to be happy and faithfull&amp;nbsp;to her way...&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5965087945501646205-7493939385319894048?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7493939385319894048/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=7493939385319894048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/7493939385319894048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/7493939385319894048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/06/contradictions.html' title='Contradictions...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rUutis_etvg/Tf0x5i2KxOI/AAAAAAAAAuc/YZnUOMFNZAE/s72-c/mt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-7631208603275175344</id><published>2011-06-16T12:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T12:31:38.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Feelings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5MlCnMGsASU/TfnphySQ0FI/AAAAAAAAAuY/zdMc1y1ALyY/s1600/ng1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5MlCnMGsASU/TfnphySQ0FI/AAAAAAAAAuY/zdMc1y1ALyY/s400/ng1.jpg" width="400" /&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/5965087945501646205-7631208603275175344?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7631208603275175344/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=7631208603275175344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/7631208603275175344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/7631208603275175344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-feelings.html' title='Happy Feelings...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5MlCnMGsASU/TfnphySQ0FI/AAAAAAAAAuY/zdMc1y1ALyY/s72-c/ng1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-9129486409182302007</id><published>2011-06-14T22:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T22:06:29.734+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Ideas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Das ideias que ficam a martelar e que vai não volta estão aqui&amp;nbsp;uma e outra vez... passam meses até, mas elas voltam e parece que cada vez com mais força, com mais clareza...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hTREikLaS94/TffNEXs2vTI/AAAAAAAAAuU/DfB1U2i5Rpo/s1600/day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hTREikLaS94/TffNEXs2vTI/AAAAAAAAAuU/DfB1U2i5Rpo/s1600/day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;É por isso que hoje decidi-me que vou começar a organizar tudo para por em prática uma que me tem deixado a pensar&amp;nbsp;há muito tempo... sempre pus muitos obstáculos, mas agora as coisas mudaram e julga que já está na hora... um dia posso arrepender-me ao olhar para trás e ver que só não fiz por medo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Não é para já, já... tenho um ano há frente para acabar o mestrado - a temível dissertação!! Um ano para preparar terreno, para planear minimamente tudo para quando chegar o dia, ser só dizer aqui vou eu... A não ser que algo me impeça... pronto, obstáculo! Mas não é desta que sim, é desta que vai ser uma realidade!&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/5965087945501646205-9129486409182302007?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9129486409182302007/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=9129486409182302007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/9129486409182302007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/9129486409182302007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/06/sweet-ideas.html' title='Sweet Ideas...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hTREikLaS94/TffNEXs2vTI/AAAAAAAAAuU/DfB1U2i5Rpo/s72-c/day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-6131183438829674322</id><published>2011-06-10T15:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T15:58:58.184+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Final conclusions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Já não posso dizer que não tentei, que não dei uma oportunidade, mas temos de aceitar a realidade dos factos. Assim como eu não posso esperar que todos gostem de mim também os outros não podem esperar que eu goste e simpatize com todos - se bem que eu julgue que neste caso o sentimento é mútuo, e tenho a certeza que nada tem a ver com manias de perseguição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Enfim, coisas da vida e que se resolveram numa espécie de jantar que serviu mais para gastar dinheiro e tempo do que propriamente para me divertir ou "socializar" com alguns colegas de turma, maioritariamente (que até foram muito poucos) logo aqueles com quem não estabeleci nenhum tipo de relação ao longo do ano por parecer que realmente não tinhamos muito a ver, apenas uma relação cordial de colegas de mestrado, nada mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lMThD0armGY/TfIw71y2qII/AAAAAAAAAuQ/qV66EZj5_gE/s1600/compras.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lMThD0armGY/TfIw71y2qII/AAAAAAAAAuQ/qV66EZj5_gE/s1600/compras.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Pode ser por elas serem mais novas que eu e ainda terem certas atitudes que me parecem demasiado infantis (e eu considero-me muitas vezes infantil) e que parecem não ter respeito por ninguém, nem quando estão colegas a apresentar trabalhos em plena sala de aula elas se calam, só para nomear algumas. Pode ser porque eles se acham demasiado, demasiado bons fisicamente, demasiados superiores aos restantes, demasiado inteligentes para se darem com aqueles que eles consideram irrelevantes para o seu círculo. Pode ser por tudo isto, a conclusão não deixa de ser a mesma, não há possibilidades de mais, tentei conversar, eles também, não posso dizer que não, mas quando não dá, não dá... só restam curtas frases com longos silêncios pelo meio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Não me incomoda por aí além... até nem me incomoda nada, mas é sempre bom se cobseguirmos ter boas relações com todos aqueles com quem temos obrigatoriamente de nos relacionar. E quando não dá só temos de ficar felizes por não serem todos assim e termos aqueles com quem conseguimos manter todo o tipo de conversas. E que felizmente são em maior número.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;E entre a finalização do trabalho de melhoria de nota e entrega, o emprego&amp;nbsp;e este jantar surreal, o que sobressai foi mesmo as compritas que ainda consegui fazer para me alegrar o dia e encher as medidas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;E vivam os santos populares!&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/5965087945501646205-6131183438829674322?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6131183438829674322/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=6131183438829674322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/6131183438829674322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/6131183438829674322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/06/final-conclusions.html' title='Final conclusions...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lMThD0armGY/TfIw71y2qII/AAAAAAAAAuQ/qV66EZj5_gE/s72-c/compras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-6877973843354868714</id><published>2011-06-04T21:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T21:39:39.737+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a new day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;E pronto hoje foi o último dia de aulas e se tudo correr bem durante alguns tempos, talvez anos, não voltarei a entrar numa universidade para ter aulas... é bom por um lado, mas por outro ficam as saudades... passou tudo tão depressa, foi tão rápido e ao mesmo tempo algo intenso que ficam as saudades e as lembranças...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="clear: left; color: #0b5394; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K_EEsQa6J6s/TeqXnq9yU9I/AAAAAAAAAuM/7T4j2myOQU4/s1600/praia1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Agora ainda falta entregar dois trabalhos para terminar a 1ª fase do mestrado, depois é começar a pensar e a planear a 2ª, sem tempo de descanso mental... tudo a correr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Mas estou feliz, este fim significa muitas coisas, principalmente que consegui mais uma vez levar a cabo o meu objectivo e ter bons resultados. Foi preciso travar muitas lutas, preocupações, ansiedade, medos, falta de motivação e até pensamentos mais negativos, mas também teve o lado positivo que fez tudo o que foi mau ficar tão pequeno que agora a sua lembrança serve só de experiência para o futuro, mais nada. Conheci pessoas muito boas, e se há bem pouco tempo tinha a ideia de que não tinha sido bem assim hoje tive a confirmação de que estava errada, professores, colegas e outros, aprendi&amp;nbsp;imensas coisas, descobri-me mais um pouco, diverti-me muito no final...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Agora começa outra viagem, começa o verão e o calor, mas mais novidades só quando tudo estiver no papel...&amp;nbsp;Just smiling :D&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/5965087945501646205-6877973843354868714?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6877973843354868714/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=6877973843354868714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/6877973843354868714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/6877973843354868714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-new-day.html' title='It&apos;s a new day...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K_EEsQa6J6s/TeqXnq9yU9I/AAAAAAAAAuM/7T4j2myOQU4/s72-c/praia1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-6434012901391519335</id><published>2011-05-29T11:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T11:43:37.849+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ultimamente a concentração anda desaparecida... não sei se é por o verão estar mesmo à porta, se é por já andar a pensar demasiado no futuro, mais próximo e mais longínquo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;O pior é que tenho um trabalho para terminar... não é muito... mas se o terminasse rapidamente a minha vida ficava tão mais facilitada e sem tantas preocupações...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KEmchdPLqWU/TeIjHSJMZoI/AAAAAAAAAuI/ep9Uf2R571k/s1600/pregui%25C3%25A7a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="145" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KEmchdPLqWU/TeIjHSJMZoI/AAAAAAAAAuI/ep9Uf2R571k/s320/pregui%25C3%25A7a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Quando me sento em frente ao computador é sempre com a ideia firma de começar a escrever e só para quando o trabalho ficar feito... já passaram duas semanas... a firmeza só dura até o ecrã ligar... depois... depois perco-me e quando olho para as horas já passaram horas... sim... horas sem fazer nada de produtivo... tal como agora... devia estar a adiantar o trabalho pelo menos há hora e meia... e ainda aqui estou... só com o trabalho aberto mas ainda nem olhei para ele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E andei eu a tomar vitaminas para quê? Pelos vistos não funcionaram ou sou eu que já não funciono muito bem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E é só um!! Onde anda a minha força de vontade? Eu sei que é Domingo, mas já é altura de ela deixar as férias e voltar pra mim que depois logo faremos férias às grande...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Bom, tenho mesmo de trabalhar... pelo menos mais dez páginas tenho de escrever hoje... pelo menos... Vá a arrebitar a concentração!!&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/5965087945501646205-6434012901391519335?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6434012901391519335/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=6434012901391519335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/6434012901391519335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/6434012901391519335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/05/sunday.html' title='Sunday...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KEmchdPLqWU/TeIjHSJMZoI/AAAAAAAAAuI/ep9Uf2R571k/s72-c/pregui%25C3%25A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-637862405986544793</id><published>2011-05-22T10:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T10:14:12.024+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A change...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dRC0RvZuoNY/TdjTt06Y7EI/AAAAAAAAAuE/a6UXFY1WaUE/s1600/hair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dRC0RvZuoNY/TdjTt06Y7EI/AAAAAAAAAuE/a6UXFY1WaUE/s1600/hair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;E se eu cortasse o meu cabelo curto? Não ficava mal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Volta, não volta, penso nisso, mas depois lembro-me que a última vez que o cortei mais curto (há quase 10 anos!!) do que o normal foi complicado o processo de crescimento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;O meu cabelo é demasiado difícil de tratar para andar com ele solto e atado também já se torna cansativo... enfim já levava uma mudançazita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Se calhar começo o verão com um novo look... já fazia falta... tenho de pensar muito bem... até porque ele volta sempre a crescer, não é? Mesmo que leve muito tempo e dê ainda mais trabalho... mas talvez cresça um pouco mais saudável e livre dos químicos que tem levado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Hum... tempo de fazer listas de prós e contras...&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/5965087945501646205-637862405986544793?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/637862405986544793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=637862405986544793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/637862405986544793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/637862405986544793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/05/change.html' title='A change...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dRC0RvZuoNY/TdjTt06Y7EI/AAAAAAAAAuE/a6UXFY1WaUE/s72-c/hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-5137642682903751811</id><published>2011-05-19T21:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T21:59:17.487+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much for the day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Chega sempre uma altura em que estamos cansados... fartos de nos preocuparmos com tudo e mais alguma coisa... só apetece dizer Não quero saber!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Mas fosse isto tão fácil assim... parece que já está tão entranhado que já faz parte do dia-a-dia... pior é que faz parte de mim... e por vezes gostava de não ter essa parte em mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;O peso chega a ser demasiado... e muitas vezes nem tenho nada a ver, mas não digo não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Noutras alturas posso mesmo dizer que gosto de me sentir útil e saber que sou alguém com quem sabem que podem sempre ou quase sempre contar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vrCX12WT2FM/TdWEll7W7uI/AAAAAAAAAuA/ZrFs2cqviq8/s1600/tired.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vrCX12WT2FM/TdWEll7W7uI/AAAAAAAAAuA/ZrFs2cqviq8/s1600/tired.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Mas hoje é um dia em que estou tão sobrecarregada que nem tenho energia para mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;O que vale é que são mais os dias em que tudo passa bem do que os dias em que o peso se torna demasiado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Um desabafo apenas... um respirar fundo... um abraço forte no silêncio... e um continuar em frente...&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/5965087945501646205-5137642682903751811?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5137642682903751811/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=5137642682903751811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/5137642682903751811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/5137642682903751811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/05/too-much-for-day.html' title='Too much for the day...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vrCX12WT2FM/TdWEll7W7uI/AAAAAAAAAuA/ZrFs2cqviq8/s72-c/tired.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-1700936115012403287</id><published>2011-05-14T23:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T23:13:16.302+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to say something more...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Hoje escrevo para ti... sei que já falámos e que a nossa aposta vai ter de ir em frente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Mas não sei como vai ser... não sei como o vou fazer, mesmo não sendo nada de especial o que tenho de fazer... sei apenas que vou fazer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="clear: left; color: #bf9000; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dsKz46jd6LI/Tc79c8ITyPI/AAAAAAAAAt8/Y8yVfYCtvWM/s1600/aposta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;É&amp;nbsp;fácil dar conselhos aos outros, ver do lado de fora e perceber exactamente qual a melhor opção, a melhor escolha, o melhor caminho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Tudo parece muito simples, tudo parece muito fácil, por isso sei sempre ou quase sempre o que te dizer e apesar de tudo o que sei que passaste e ainda passas, tudo o que falámos há alguns dias tinha razão de ser e acredito que consegues por isso para trás e avançar em frente, com ajuda especial ou sem ajuda de qualquer espécie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E talvez por isso, mesmo parecendo que sou sempre muito forte, desta vez é graças a ti que tenho ou vou ter forças para levar o nosso acordo em frente, afinal se tudo correr bem será muito bom para as duas, se não, vamos continuar em frente de igual modo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Tu aí e eu aqui e daqui a uns dias havemos de falar e comparar resultados, sejam eles quais forem, será algo que nós fizemos sem medo do futuro, temos de viver não é? E não apenas ver os outros viverem e deixar a nossa vida passar-nos em frente... Até sábado!&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/5965087945501646205-1700936115012403287?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1700936115012403287/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=1700936115012403287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/1700936115012403287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/1700936115012403287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-to-say-something-more.html' title='Just to say something more...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dsKz46jd6LI/Tc79c8ITyPI/AAAAAAAAAt8/Y8yVfYCtvWM/s72-c/aposta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-4508794301522806860</id><published>2011-05-10T20:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T20:51:26.521+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighters against the structure...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Estava hoje na faculdade a ver os cartazes afixados, como sempre faço, quando reparei no cartaz da dança contemporânea e recordei-me da conversa que tive há alguns meses com o professor dessas aulas e então a minha cabeça começou a rodar a mil à hora. Não, não penso ter aulas, se bem que adoro dança contemporânea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iKjtZtklmlM/TcmWgHSjI1I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yiz4SW8kpMc/s1600/dance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iKjtZtklmlM/TcmWgHSjI1I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yiz4SW8kpMc/s1600/dance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ora bem, o ponto de controvérsia desta conversa é o preço destas aulas, que considero relativamente altas para alunos, especialmente quando comparadas com os preços praticados na minha antiga universidade. É verdade que quem frequenta estas aulas, frequenta porque quer e porque pode pagar, caso contrário não iria. Mas também é verdade que haverá pessoas que talvez até quisessem, mas não têm possibilidades. Lembro principalmente de ele me dizer que preferia qualidade a quantidade e que o trabalho que fazia tinha de ter o valor merecido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A tudo isto se junta que&amp;nbsp;me lembrei das pessoas que gostam de ser contra o governo, contra as diferenças da sociedade em termos de classes sociais e até chegam a considerar-se comunistas. E, no entanto, acabam por ser os mais elitistas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Atribuem preços altos aos seus trabalhos, normalmente trabalhos manuais, que dizem ser o valor do trabalho feito, do tempo que demoraram e da&amp;nbsp;singularidade dos seus produtos/ serviços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;É verdade que têm direito a cobrar o preço que atribuem ao trabalho&amp;nbsp;e à especificidade do mesmo que lhes atribui a diferença, mas, normalmente, são preços altos, acessíveis apenas&amp;nbsp;às&amp;nbsp;classes mais abastadas, pois raramente existe ofertas a&amp;nbsp;vários preços. Ora, não será isto um contrasenso?&amp;nbsp;Não serão eles os primeiros a serem elitistas escondidos em ideologias de igualdade?&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/5965087945501646205-4508794301522806860?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4508794301522806860/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=4508794301522806860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/4508794301522806860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/4508794301522806860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/05/fighters-against-structure.html' title='Fighters against the structure...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iKjtZtklmlM/TcmWgHSjI1I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yiz4SW8kpMc/s72-c/dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-9154115665983066467</id><published>2011-05-08T16:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T23:15:46.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What a night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jMITRzwp9r8/Tca6GDmTlcI/AAAAAAAAAtw/J1nc0szO6a8/s1600/alone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jMITRzwp9r8/Tca6GDmTlcI/AAAAAAAAAtw/J1nc0szO6a8/s1600/alone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Uma noite em que era suposto haver muita diversão. E houve. Muita, mesmo. Uma noite em que deveria tudo ter corrido conforme o esperado, ainda que muitas das pessoas pessoas previstas não tivessem ido. O que de alguma forma também estava previsto. E assim foi. Uma noite em que várias dúvidas deveriam deixar de o ser e tudo estaria mais do que esclarecido e claro na minha cabeça. Sem stresses, sem confusões, sem situações. E no geral até foi, pelo menos para o meu lado, nada disso teve lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Mas, no meio de tudo o que devia ter sido e foi, houve mais que também foi e que não estava previsto ou se calhar de algum modo já estava, e eu sabia-o, mas não liguei ou não dei importância e talvez até já seria a melhor opção. Se eu não pensasse tanto. Se eu não precisasse de tanto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Lisboa pode ser uma cidade que oferece muito mas, ao mesmo tempo, oferece muito pouco. Especialmente coisas que precisamos muito. Ou seja, verdadeiras amizades. Uma coisa é verdade, conhecidos cá até tenho alguns e também alguns que posso considerar amigos, de agora e de tempos anteriores. Até parece que não me posso queixar muito. Mas, por vezes, falta algo, que é mais do que esses amigos parecem nos poder dar, por muito que até já nos dêem. Poderia dizer que falta o factor X.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JAPe7oaex9c/Tca6oWMmDZI/AAAAAAAAAt0/KbmxVyOscSo/s1600/so.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JAPe7oaex9c/Tca6oWMmDZI/AAAAAAAAAt0/KbmxVyOscSo/s1600/so.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Felizmente posso dizer que encontrei alguém com esse factor X. Alguém por quem sinto uma grande empatia, mais do que um amigo, mas sem entrar na área do romance nem nada que se pareça. Mas é aquele amigo com quem de imediato senti que podia confiar, com quem podia contar, falar de tudo, até do mais parvo, que muitas vezes não dizemos a ninguém com medo do que possam pensar. E com ele é tão fácil falar, divertir-me e sentir-me à vontade que nem penso no que vai pensar das maluquices que digo ou faço. E da parte dele parecia que se passava exactamente o mesmo. E as coisas corriam bem, muito bem até. Tirando a parte em que ele está quase a voltar para o país dele, mas com a Internet isso nem parecia um problema muito grande, nada que não fosse ultrapassável, ainda pra mais porque já já é Setembro de 2012 e ele estará de volta ou entretanto quem sabe não vou eu lá ou pra lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Acontece que ontem parece que tudo mudou. Ou se calhar é só impressão minha. Parece que houve empatia com outro alguém e eu senti que perdi o meu lugar e isso dói e custa. Ciúmes? Talvez... De certeza, acho. Sinto que é uma parvoíce pensar isso, mas, ao mesmo tempo, acho que tenho esse direito, porque não é fácil encontrar um amigo assim e quando de repente parece que esse amigo encontrou um amigo melhor que nós é como se voltássemos a estar sozinhos...&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/5965087945501646205-9154115665983066467?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9154115665983066467/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=9154115665983066467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/9154115665983066467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/9154115665983066467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/05/not-best-night.html' title='What a night...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jMITRzwp9r8/Tca6GDmTlcI/AAAAAAAAAtw/J1nc0szO6a8/s72-c/alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-8814891589686447521</id><published>2011-05-06T11:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T11:32:40.708+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple and fresh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Isto até fica mal dizer... mas, o mal dos "meus" miúdos é o meu bem, pelo menos hoje com as provas de aferição. Um fim-de-semana que começa mais cedo em termos de trabalho é sempre bem-vindo. Abençoadas Provas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-erRTLWF-FSo/TcPOKwTZigI/AAAAAAAAAts/PBAxGdSSZTs/s1600/simplefresh2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-erRTLWF-FSo/TcPOKwTZigI/AAAAAAAAAts/PBAxGdSSZTs/s320/simplefresh2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ainda pra mais que o sol está aí, nem sinal das nuvens e chuva que estava suposto&amp;nbsp;para hoje e espero que amanhã se mantenha assim. Já chega de chuva, botas, casacos quentes... que venha o sol, os chinelos, a roupa curta e fresca... Pois, que para alguns já chegaram, mas eu ainda não me sinto com calor suficiente para por os pés ao ar livre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E, claro, os trabalhos da escola continuam aí, as leituras também e os pensamentos ainda mais. Vale amanhã ser sábado, vale estarmos quase no verão, quase de férias e vale ainda mais que amanhã se adivinha uma noite muito agradável e longa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Os problemas do país, esses continuam também em força, sempre com os avisos dos tempos difíceis que aí vêm, mas para quem há muito que não sabe o que é uma vida fácil e despreocupada em termos financeiros, qual é a novidade? Não será a primeira vez que as coisas pioram e temos sempre de nos ajustar, cortar aqui, privar dali, até chegarem tempos melhores. Parece-me que o pior será mesmo para quem tiver o azar de perder o emprego, principalmente se há família para sustentar, porque os ricos nem vão sentir a austeridade e os pobres fortes como são hão-de ultrapassar como sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E pronto, numa de actualização, o novo já é velho ainda antes de começar e o que é velho ensina sempre a agir com o que é novo.&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/5965087945501646205-8814891589686447521?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8814891589686447521/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=8814891589686447521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/8814891589686447521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/8814891589686447521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/05/simple-and-fresh.html' title='Simple and fresh...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-erRTLWF-FSo/TcPOKwTZigI/AAAAAAAAAts/PBAxGdSSZTs/s72-c/simplefresh2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-2760877019209664062</id><published>2011-04-30T20:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T20:03:00.941+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Brasil?!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e5NKj8mzow4/TbxcTO_0-2I/AAAAAAAAAto/xRCWxvjUFyY/s1600/brasil.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e5NKj8mzow4/TbxcTO_0-2I/AAAAAAAAAto/xRCWxvjUFyY/s1600/brasil.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Uma ideia... ou um plano? Ainda não sei... hoje quiseram aliciar-me com grandes perspectivas de emprego... não é que seja preciso muito, é verdade, afinal, antes dos EUA, Brasil era o objectivo. Não sei bem porquê Portugal sempre me pareceu o meu ponto de partida... claro que com a idade muita coisa mudou e agora tenho outra ideia e outro sentimento por Portugal e pela minha bela cidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Mesmo assim, a vontade de sair continua cá dentro e volta, não volta, ganha a força de um furacão, que só não ganha asas por conta de limitações que nessas alturas, por vezes, não são possíveis de ultrapassar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Mas não é que o rapaz me deixou a pensar nisso?! Já me tinha aliciado pra visitas (tudo muito bem), agora vem falar de trabalho, hum... muito tentador...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Não seria (ou será?) pra já porque ainda tenho um mestrado para terminar, mas, talvez, quando ele voltar pra defesa da tese... eu parta junto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Brasil... quem sabe uma excelente opção...&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/5965087945501646205-2760877019209664062?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2760877019209664062/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=2760877019209664062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/2760877019209664062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/2760877019209664062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/brasil.html' title='Brasil?!...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e5NKj8mzow4/TbxcTO_0-2I/AAAAAAAAAto/xRCWxvjUFyY/s72-c/brasil.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-5144193621322601225</id><published>2011-04-26T21:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T21:46:34.184+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Only flesh... for some...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"Olhar o próximo como um fim em si mesmo e nunca apenas como um meio para um objectivo" - ensinamento que, de alguma forma, aprendi em Filosofia, no secundário, e que, até hoje, nunca esqueci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;É, por isso, que quando me deparo com alguém que faz exactamente o contrário desta frase me vem logo à memória.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-brZ6b_W7T-4/TbcvEvUQjrI/AAAAAAAAAtk/LeZ97GBmyY8/s1600/dan%25C3%25A7a.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-brZ6b_W7T-4/TbcvEvUQjrI/AAAAAAAAAtk/LeZ97GBmyY8/s1600/dan%25C3%25A7a.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Desta vez,&amp;nbsp;existem vários caminhos por onde podia ir, fosse apenas por isto, fosse pelo facto de alguém ver outro alguém apenas como um "corpo", fosse por não aceitar o outro alguém pela opção que fez, enfim, a falta de noção de tudo... e claro, algum preconceito à mistura e egocentrismo também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;É por isso, que, por vezes, quando me dizem que têm muita facilidade em se apaixonar, na maior parte das vezes, eu desconfio - será mesmo paixão?! Ou talvez apenas o encantamento pelo físico?! - vou mais pela segunda hipótese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E mais ainda quando esse alguém por quem o encanto surge tem... digamos... outras preferências... e a pessoa encantada nem quer saber... mais acredito na segunda hipótese. Sim, o amor pode cegar e levar até a pensar que somos capazes de mudar alguém, os seus gostos, o que são, mas... naaaaaaaaaaaa!!! Falta de noção da realidade é o que é, que ainda hoje me dá vontade de rir ao lembrar-me de certas memórias... pois, sim... todos temos telhados de vidro!&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/5965087945501646205-5144193621322601225?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5144193621322601225/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=5144193621322601225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/5144193621322601225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/5144193621322601225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/only-flesh-for-some.html' title='Only flesh... for some...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-brZ6b_W7T-4/TbcvEvUQjrI/AAAAAAAAAtk/LeZ97GBmyY8/s72-c/dan%25C3%25A7a.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-6887244559677626109</id><published>2011-04-19T13:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T13:27:34.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside my mind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ainda estou de férias e já começo a pensar a que as aulas e o trabalho estão já a voltar e claro começo a ficar ansiosa com tudo o que ainda me falta fazer do que eu tinha planeado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dhIYqlhpk_Y/Ta1_nuPMTrI/AAAAAAAAAtc/yiH2yRTocTU/s1600/louboutin2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dhIYqlhpk_Y/Ta1_nuPMTrI/AAAAAAAAAtc/yiH2yRTocTU/s1600/louboutin2011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E a razão é muito simples, não ando a fazer tanto quanto podia fazer, ando a descansar mais nestes últimos dias e depois olho pra agenda e penso que se não fizer hoje posso fazer amanhã e o tempo vai passando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Depois começo a fazer e aos poucos as coisas aparecem feitas e penso que no fim acaba sempre tudo por estar feito, raramente entrego algo fora de tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Mas se é assim, pra quê estar-me a preocupar tanto? Porque depois ando a correr e a enervar-me sem razão porque podia ter feito com tempo e calmamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Enfim, nada muda, continuo na mesma, como ontem acabei um trabalho hoje estou mais descontraída, mas não pode ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Na minha cabeça só passam ideias que não deviam... e uma vontade de ir à praia que nem pode ser satisfeita... maldita chuva que tinha de vir logo agora que vou ao Algarve... bem podia esperar pelo fim das minhas férias... se bem que assim é que não fazia nada de nada... era só sol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Complicado? Que nada... eu vou-me entendendo (influências do Omar)&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/5965087945501646205-6887244559677626109?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6887244559677626109/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=6887244559677626109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/6887244559677626109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/6887244559677626109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/inside-my-mind.html' title='Inside my mind...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dhIYqlhpk_Y/Ta1_nuPMTrI/AAAAAAAAAtc/yiH2yRTocTU/s72-c/louboutin2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-7720682047193273787</id><published>2011-04-19T13:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T13:17:14.461+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Balance...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Se um dia te disser que sim, direi-te isso e muito mais, significará que tudo não foi em vão, que o lado do sonho e do futuro triunfou, que as muitas concepções foram para a realidade dos nossos dias, e a felicidade, o que será então nessa altura?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lT4rSaT9Cc4/Ta18tfSdZKI/AAAAAAAAAtY/cUKiigWRx5o/s1600/sonhos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lT4rSaT9Cc4/Ta18tfSdZKI/AAAAAAAAAtY/cUKiigWRx5o/s1600/sonhos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Um mero juntar de olhares e pensamentos que me deixa assim, numa imersão que me tira do presente, do plano material e flutuo por cada centímetro da tua pele, das tuas palavras, do teu sorriso e nada muda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Depois abro os olhos e olho para o meu ambiente e sorrio... Não porque é mais do que um sonho ou algo faz parte do presente, sorrio porque é sonho, porque é privado, algo que posso movimentar como quero, sem interferências, sem opiniões alheias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E apenas sonho, mas no fundo, é muito mais do que isso, o seu valor não tem definição, o balanço do positivo e do negativo, a conjugação que faz todas as más energias se dissiparem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Por isso ao sorrir sei que tenho sempre um lugar para recuperar forças, um lugar de sonho, o meu sonho...&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/5965087945501646205-7720682047193273787?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7720682047193273787/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=7720682047193273787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/7720682047193273787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/7720682047193273787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/balance.html' title='Balance...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lT4rSaT9Cc4/Ta18tfSdZKI/AAAAAAAAAtY/cUKiigWRx5o/s72-c/sonhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-4938458733333112386</id><published>2011-04-13T00:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T00:22:46.827+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, it's time to be... 1 half</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Existe uma sensação que eu julgava conhecer de cor, que até julgava que tão depressa não a ia sentir, mas... agora... ando confusa!! Muito confusa!! E dizem-me que é entusiasmo, simplesmente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2IE76RGmm3g/TaTerhtjX6I/AAAAAAAAAtU/1wyH0JUOQtY/s1600/heart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2IE76RGmm3g/TaTerhtjX6I/AAAAAAAAAtU/1wyH0JUOQtY/s1600/heart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Nervosismo... acanhamento... falar demais... sorrir sem razão aparente... e claro, sonhar acordada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Não sei se quero que seja mesmo o que penso, mas desta vez vou avançar sem pensar muito, sem medos. Como alguém me disse, já demasiadas vezes, o pior que pode acontecer é ouvir um não e depois?! Não será o primeiro e certamente não será o último.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;O que importa é que eu estava enganada e agora pra frente é que há caminho. Cada passo dado é passo que não recua, nem por nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;E posso assim dizer que estou... feliz!!&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/5965087945501646205-4938458733333112386?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4938458733333112386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=4938458733333112386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/4938458733333112386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/4938458733333112386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/yes-its-time-to-be-1-half.html' title='Yes, it&apos;s time to be... 1 half'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2IE76RGmm3g/TaTerhtjX6I/AAAAAAAAAtU/1wyH0JUOQtY/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-1280992233848186609</id><published>2011-04-06T19:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T19:52:19.323+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost part-time vacations...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JKMpkzA0xsk/TZy2F-ZcLZI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/BJ8kQ3rjxC0/s1600/ferias.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JKMpkzA0xsk/TZy2F-ZcLZI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/BJ8kQ3rjxC0/s320/ferias.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Férias!!! Ou quase... Mais dois dias e fico mais livre e com mais tempo para por tudo em dia e descansar mais. Serão semi-férias, mas... a palavra tem férias!!! Que importam os pormenores?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ando estoirada, até já quase durmo nas viagens de comboio, de casa pro trabalho e vice-versa... onde é que isto acontecia antes?! Nunca!! Dava para por as leituras em dia e ainda ouvir música... agora nem vale a pena pensar nisso senão é sono certo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Mas está quase... mesmo quase!!E com este sol e calor nada mais é preciso! Venham elas!!!&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/5965087945501646205-1280992233848186609?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1280992233848186609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=1280992233848186609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/1280992233848186609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/1280992233848186609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/04/almost-part-time-vacations.html' title='Almost part-time vacations...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JKMpkzA0xsk/TZy2F-ZcLZI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/BJ8kQ3rjxC0/s72-c/ferias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-1475726454165881323</id><published>2011-03-29T12:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T22:04:38.563+01:00</updated><title type='text'>One thought... just that...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Estranhos pensamentos que nos invadem, por vezes, a mente, estranhas sensações que tentamos perceber ou queremos ver de outro modo que não o real...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYWZLvJOGvg/TZHEW6Udv5I/AAAAAAAAAtM/Vadvvq9i2ig/s1600/smiling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYWZLvJOGvg/TZHEW6Udv5I/AAAAAAAAAtM/Vadvvq9i2ig/s1600/smiling.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;De tanto pensar parece real o que, talvez, até seja real, mas o tempo ou as circunstâncias ou a incapacidade de reagir faz com que tudo fique na indecisão e na dúvida do que realmente é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Uma&amp;nbsp;conjugação de hora e acção que mostra apenas aquilo que é, mas queremos que mostre o que não é, porque o que falta é o que se quer, mesmo que seja à força... só para se saber que existe ainda o bater...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Talvez seja, talvez não seja, talvez apenas queira que seja, no meio de tantas palavras que agora preenchem o dia-a-dia, que agora substituem os próprios pensamentos de outrora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Já passou, está esquecido porque no dia-a-dia vamos sorrindo sem pensar muito que o dia esperado e temido está a chegar e que não há tempo para o que poderia ser, apenas para o que é, para o que pode ser com&amp;nbsp;a construção de&amp;nbsp;uma parede indestrutível...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Não basta querer, mas basta pensar que se quer e lutar por isso...&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/5965087945501646205-1475726454165881323?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1475726454165881323/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=1475726454165881323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/1475726454165881323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/1475726454165881323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-thought-just-that.html' title='One thought... just that...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYWZLvJOGvg/TZHEW6Udv5I/AAAAAAAAAtM/Vadvvq9i2ig/s72-c/smiling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-1303873453291623967</id><published>2011-03-21T21:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-21T21:20:40.382Z</updated><title type='text'>Things about Spring and love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-p30u4tFQp-4/TYfBDDz8qQI/AAAAAAAAAtI/lu7DNQKA-Y4/s1600/primavera.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-p30u4tFQp-4/TYfBDDz8qQI/AAAAAAAAAtI/lu7DNQKA-Y4/s1600/primavera.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E agora que a Primavera chegou com os seus bons ares espero que o meu gelo derreta também...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Nem sei bem dizer o que, nem como ou porquê, mas está na hora de aquecer um bocadinho e deixar o frio que de algum modo se apoderou de certos sentimentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Faz-me falta mais cor, se bem que até tenho bastante neste momento... Mais um pouquinho e fico satisfeita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Não será pedir muito...&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/5965087945501646205-1303873453291623967?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1303873453291623967/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=1303873453291623967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/1303873453291623967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/1303873453291623967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/things-about-spring-and-love.html' title='Things about Spring and love...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-p30u4tFQp-4/TYfBDDz8qQI/AAAAAAAAAtI/lu7DNQKA-Y4/s72-c/primavera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-465226274227504394</id><published>2011-03-17T23:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-19T17:38:03.403Z</updated><title type='text'>I would like to understand...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Há já uns dias que não deixava aqui umas letrinhas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A verdade é que ando tão cansada e atarefada que nem me ocorrem ideias para escrever, mas lembrei-me de algo que ando para comentar há já algum tempo e que me faz alguma confusão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A estação onde apanho o comboio está em obras há já algum tempo. Alguns meses para ser mais exacta (até acho que só a vi em obras). Nada de mais, o que mais há para aí são obras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_bANdtuC3EM/TYKU0ws1ZwI/AAAAAAAAAtE/A0aPYLtWJ2g/s1600/esta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_bANdtuC3EM/TYKU0ws1ZwI/AAAAAAAAAtE/A0aPYLtWJ2g/s320/esta.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Mas, desde sempre, faça chuva ou faça sol, esteja muito frio ou algum calor (que muito ainda não fez), reparei que há sempre pessoas a ver as obras. É que não há uma altura em que passe por lá e não esteja alguém, e sempre mais do que uma pessoa, a observar e até a comentar as construções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;De início julguei que fossem só pessoas de mais idade, que na falta de outras coisas para fazer, se entretinham a ver os homens trabalhar e a evolução da estação. Mas não. Há gente para todas as idades. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Não percebo. Já tentei. Já observei. Mas não consigo ficar ali parada mais de 1 ou 2 minutos. Não tenho paciência nem acho muita piada. Enfim, nada de mais desinteressante para mim. E pronto aqui ficam umas palavrinhas de desabafo e espanto de incompreensão que irá continuar até a estação estar terminada ou eu mudar de casa.&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/5965087945501646205-465226274227504394?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/465226274227504394/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=465226274227504394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/465226274227504394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/465226274227504394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-would-like-to-understand.html' title='I would like to understand...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_bANdtuC3EM/TYKU0ws1ZwI/AAAAAAAAAtE/A0aPYLtWJ2g/s72-c/esta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-4356470137683370140</id><published>2011-03-08T01:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:56:18.610Z</updated><title type='text'>It´s time to be... someone else but you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GuEdoPMkfxg/TXWMcY88qMI/AAAAAAAAAtA/ib36GqrvceE/s1600/carnaval.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GuEdoPMkfxg/TXWMcY88qMI/AAAAAAAAAtA/ib36GqrvceE/s1600/carnaval.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Mais uma vez estamos no Carnaval, uma&amp;nbsp;festividade que eu particularmente adoro. Sempre gostei de me mascarar fosse do que fosse, acho muito divertido. Talvez, por isso, ando sempre atrás do teatro, fascina-me o poder vestir outra roupa, qualquer uma, e, de repente, passar a ser outra "pessoa" por alguns momentos. Seja por que temos de interpretar uma personagem, seja por que estamos apenas a ir de encontro ao que é o Carnaval. No entanto, o Carnaval já não parece atrair tanta gente como antigamente... lembro-me de ser miúda e ir, mascarada, de baile em baile, na minha cidade, com um grupo de outros miúdos e, muitas vezes, era difícil entrar, tal era a quantidade de gente, novos e velhos, que aproveitavam esta época para se divertir e esquecer tudo o resto... Nas ruas os miúdos divertiam-se até altas horas a correr atrás uns dos outros em guerras de balões de água e até ovos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Agora, parece que isso faz parte do passado... cada vez mais os bailes são menos, as mascaras são menos... a magia parece que ficou perdida algures... as ruas estão vazias e a culpa não é inteiramente pela chuva que teima em cair por aqui e ali...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Concursos da melhor fantasia... alguém ainda sabe por aqui o que isso significa? Os desfiles, a alegria que era o Carnaval, altura em que durante alguns dias eramos levados para o mundo da fantasia sem ter em conta idades, só com o objectivo de diversão...&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/5965087945501646205-4356470137683370140?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4356470137683370140/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=4356470137683370140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/4356470137683370140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/4356470137683370140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-time-to-be-someone-else-but-you.html' title='It´s time to be... someone else but you...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GuEdoPMkfxg/TXWMcY88qMI/AAAAAAAAAtA/ib36GqrvceE/s72-c/carnaval.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-7896290467896983517</id><published>2011-02-27T21:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-27T21:56:46.319Z</updated><title type='text'>No one can ask me that...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Não sei quando tudo mudou ou sequer porque mudou... qual foi a razão que me levou a mudar de uma para outra... a ser diferente... a precisar de ser diferente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;E quem me pede para mudar não sabe o que pede... não me conhece simplesmente... não percebe e nunca vai perceber por que nem toda a gente é igual, nem que há pessoas que precisam de ser diferentes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rFA29HKNjLU/TWrIju3vTUI/AAAAAAAAAs8/od6RQuUimYk/s1600/faces.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rFA29HKNjLU/TWrIju3vTUI/AAAAAAAAAs8/od6RQuUimYk/s1600/faces.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Quem me pede para mudar não entende que é por ser assim que me levanto todos os dias com a certeza de que consigo enfrentar tudo e todos e construir o meu caminho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Quem julga que eu seria mais feliz se fosse de outro modo, com outra personalidade, com outra atitude, não sabe que esta minha maneira de ser é a minha arma contra o que possa querer prejudicar o meu caminho e é a minha arma para continuar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Não sei por que foi que um dia acordei e já não era mais o eu de antigamente, era o eu de agora e o eu dos próximos tempos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Não sei por que foi nem até quando será... e quem me pede para mudar não pode pertencer ao meu caminho...&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/5965087945501646205-7896290467896983517?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7896290467896983517/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=7896290467896983517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/7896290467896983517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/7896290467896983517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-one-can-ask-me-that.html' title='No one can ask me that...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rFA29HKNjLU/TWrIju3vTUI/AAAAAAAAAs8/od6RQuUimYk/s72-c/faces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-674773167360243196</id><published>2011-02-20T23:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-20T23:59:52.565Z</updated><title type='text'>What the hell?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k_paKlQtvLo/TWGqfeKfHKI/AAAAAAAAAs4/YbXL2eEO7tA/s1600/principe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k_paKlQtvLo/TWGqfeKfHKI/AAAAAAAAAs4/YbXL2eEO7tA/s1600/principe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Há alturas em que nos questionamos se conhecemos mesmo as pessoas com quem convivemos habitualmente e a quem chamamos de amigos/ as, seja por alguma atitude que tiveram, seja por algo que não fizeram. Mas o que mais me põe a pensar é quando, pessoas que me conhecem há anos, parecem que não me conhecem em coisas mínimas, em que fico a pensar que, se me conhecessem minimamente, não diriam/ fariam tal coisa, quanto mais repetirem... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;E que conclusões se podem tirar daqui? Ou mesmo resultados? Porque lá está, uma vez deixa-se passar, acontece a qualquer um, mas duas já dá que pensar que género de amizade é esta que nem nos mínimos toma atenção? Até tenho algumas hipóteses, pois já me fez pensar noutras situações semelhantes, mas não sei... posso estar a ser precipitada demais e estar errada ou equivocada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Veremos então se haverá uma terceira vez no próximo fim de semana...&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/5965087945501646205-674773167360243196?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/674773167360243196/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=674773167360243196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/674773167360243196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/674773167360243196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-hell.html' title='What the hell?...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k_paKlQtvLo/TWGqfeKfHKI/AAAAAAAAAs4/YbXL2eEO7tA/s72-c/principe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-1874307637395913429</id><published>2011-02-17T13:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-17T13:06:36.386Z</updated><title type='text'>Trains...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Finalmente, acabaram as greves e tudo o que isso acarretou! Não que eu seja contra as greves, muito pelo contrário, toca&amp;nbsp;a lutar por aquilo a que se acha que se tem direito, mas que estas greves me complicaram a vida mais um bocado, isso foi mais que certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8WmW6oKD2QU/TV0dRwXj1kI/AAAAAAAAAs0/6es6kHleRoU/s1600/greve.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8WmW6oKD2QU/TV0dRwXj1kI/AAAAAAAAAs0/6es6kHleRoU/s1600/greve.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E pronto, acabaram e tudo volta ao normal. Se conseguiram o que queriam, não sei, mas espero que sim, para não voltarem outra vez. Foi uma semana para esquecer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Acrescentando o frio, a chuva e o acordar mais cedo, não encontro uma&amp;nbsp;única coisa positiva, apenas uma&amp;nbsp;nova resolução, para o ano,&amp;nbsp;a casa&amp;nbsp;é bem ao lado do trabalho!!&amp;nbsp;&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/5965087945501646205-1874307637395913429?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1874307637395913429/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=1874307637395913429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/1874307637395913429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/1874307637395913429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/trains.html' title='Trains...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8WmW6oKD2QU/TV0dRwXj1kI/AAAAAAAAAs0/6es6kHleRoU/s72-c/greve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-2703393704865280568</id><published>2011-02-10T22:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-10T22:04:33.899Z</updated><title type='text'>Be happy with simple things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Às vezes basta um pequeno gesto para alegrar o nosso dia, outras vezes é preciso ver nos outros o efeito de um pequeno gesto para nos apercebermos como é importante ficarmos felizes com as pequenas coisas, pois estas muitas vezes tornam-se muito maiores do que esperávamos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PPubnrWm1GE/TVRgtj66yfI/AAAAAAAAAsw/n0tdnvCojy8/s1600/children.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PPubnrWm1GE/TVRgtj66yfI/AAAAAAAAAsw/n0tdnvCojy8/s320/children.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E quando quem nos mostra esse facto é uma criança, ainda mais pensamos na razão delas serem bem mais felizes que os adultos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A capacidade de se surpreenderem e de se sentirem felizes com o mundo que as rodeia, sem fazerem perguntas, sem questionarem o porquê de tudo, apenas sorrindo pelo que têm ao seu redor, torna-as capazes de encontrar todos os dias a verdadeira felicidade sem muito esforço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Quando menos é mais, o resultado só pode ser bom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Por isso, todos os dias aprendo com os meus miúdos, nos poucos minutos que estamos juntos, em cada dia, eles ensinam-me, mostram-me&amp;nbsp;e recordam-me de muito mais do que algumas pessoas com quem passo horas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Eles ensinam-me a ser feliz com pouco, pelo prazer de estar feliz, sem grandes justificações, genuinamente...feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5965087945501646205-2703393704865280568?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2703393704865280568/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=2703393704865280568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/2703393704865280568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/2703393704865280568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/be-happy-with-simple-things.html' title='Be happy with simple things...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PPubnrWm1GE/TVRgtj66yfI/AAAAAAAAAsw/n0tdnvCojy8/s72-c/children.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-2027665116738329004</id><published>2011-02-05T20:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-05T20:25:13.870Z</updated><title type='text'>Old... but happy;)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GEk0rmjd2I/TU2xy1b8oII/AAAAAAAAAss/h95pYcNsWcs/s1600/surprise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GEk0rmjd2I/TU2xy1b8oII/AAAAAAAAAss/h95pYcNsWcs/s1600/surprise.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Foi hoje o dia das surpresas. Um dia como outro qualquer, só que com mais surpresas. Digamos que duas sobressaíram no meio de tantas. A primeira e que nem me devia fazer espantar muito pois já aconteceu ao longo destes anos a várias pessoas da minha idade e até mais novas... no entanto, como nunca me tinha acontecido nunca tinha parado muito para pensar no assunto... era algo que ainda não existia no meu mundo e literalmente na minha cabeça...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;O meu primeiro cabelo branco... e único, pois procurei bem a seguir. Não parece nada de mais... e não é... mas, é estranho e levou-me a pensar seriamente que estava mesmo a ficar velha ou mais velha... o tempo passa por todos, não é? Não é algo evitável, por isso recebi muito bem o meu cabelo branco e deixei o espanto para coisas mais... sérias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Há quem diga que o trabalho não compensa e há quem diga que compensa. Eu tenho que concordar com os últimos porque hoje recebi boas notícias. Depois de tanto trabalho, esforço, cansaço e dias de stresse, tudo foi compensado pelas boas notas que recebi hoje. Ainda faltam algumas, mas as de hoje já me valeram por todo o trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E pronto, foi um sábado que estava programado para ser muito diferente e afinal até foi bom que tudo tenha mudado de rumo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Bom fim de semana.&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/5965087945501646205-2027665116738329004?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2027665116738329004/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=2027665116738329004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/2027665116738329004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/2027665116738329004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/02/old-but-happy.html' title='Old... but happy;)...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GEk0rmjd2I/TU2xy1b8oII/AAAAAAAAAss/h95pYcNsWcs/s72-c/surprise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-5357328787287487824</id><published>2011-01-31T11:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-31T11:19:26.835Z</updated><title type='text'>Vacations and loneliness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Finalmente, acabei todos os trabalhos e a horas!! Pelo menos, por uns dias, vou poder descansar e relaxar, sem pensar em nada que esteja relacionado com a faculdade... ou nem tanto, mas bom, é descanso mental. E o quanto já eu esperava por tal, foram dois meses algo stressantes, mas que, por agora, terminaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GEk0rmjd2I/TUaaaghHtqI/AAAAAAAAAsk/ScIkJjZep4c/s1600/descanso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GEk0rmjd2I/TUaaaghHtqI/AAAAAAAAAsk/ScIkJjZep4c/s1600/descanso.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Agora é pensar o que fazer para gozar bem estes dias... ginásio e compras já estão na lista... mais uns encontros com amigos... jantares... vai ser giro. Há quem vá fazer a viagem de uma vida (que inveja... boa, claro!) e há quem tenha de trabalhar como eu, férias da faculdade não são sinónimo de férias do trabalho desta vez... mas pronto hei-de ver as fotos e saber todas as aventuras e experiências como se lá estivesse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Entretanto, há pouco tempo falava com uma amiga e chegámos&amp;nbsp;à conclusão que, hoje em dia, é mais&amp;nbsp;difícil manter as amizades perto, ou seja, por vezes damos por nós com vontade de fazer algo, mas acompanhadas por amigos/as (não namorados) e vemos que não há ninguém perto... sim, há conhecidos, muitos até, mas não é o mesmo... poderiam até vir a ser amigos... talvez seja essa solução... é um dos resultados de sair da nossa cidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Lisboa e Sevilha tornam-se assim cidades algo solitárias se não temos amigos&amp;nbsp;em quem nos apoiar ou com quem contar porque não é o mesmo nem sequer parecido falar com alguém por telefone ou pela net, ajuda&amp;nbsp;é verdade, mas não é suficiente...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Mas como somos ambas raparigas de força vamos resolver o assunto e esperamos que daqui a algum tempo esta sensação de solidão, que às vezes nos surpreende, deixe de existir, porque se estas cidades já são grandes por si, sem amigos/as tornam-se mundos imensos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Bom mesmo era vir um calorzinho... alegrava logo qualquer dia&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/5965087945501646205-5357328787287487824?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5357328787287487824/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=5357328787287487824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/5357328787287487824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/5357328787287487824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/vacations-and-loneliness.html' title='Vacations and loneliness...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GEk0rmjd2I/TUaaaghHtqI/AAAAAAAAAsk/ScIkJjZep4c/s72-c/descanso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965087945501646205.post-2367684607673153142</id><published>2011-01-26T19:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-26T19:17:45.954Z</updated><title type='text'>Mistaking like a child...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Fazer juízos apressados sobre pessoas que acabamos de conhecer é dos piores erros que devemos cometer na nossa convivência com os outros. Infelizmente, eu até cometo algumas vezes esse erro... e parece que por muito que faça&amp;nbsp;e pense não consigo deixar de o fazer... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GEk0rmjd2I/TUBzOVi4m7I/AAAAAAAAAsg/d2zmO0waV5Y/s1600/tris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GEk0rmjd2I/TUBzOVi4m7I/AAAAAAAAAsg/d2zmO0waV5Y/s1600/tris.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Hoje foi um dia péssimo, começou mal e ainda não acabou, nada de nada tem corrido muito bem, mas isto&amp;nbsp;não serve de desculpa... ainda pra mais quando este erro de julgamento começou logo no início da semana... foi-se alastrando e hoje explodiu e só aí vi que errei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A sensação de que errámos e temos de remediar o erro não é nada boa... e eu que até acho que tenho algum bom sentido em relação às pessoas... vale-me hoje para ver o quanto ando errada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E o pior de tudo é que amanhã vou ter de me desculpar e isso é muito mau... não que não queira pedir desculpas, mas porque significa que errei mesmo muito... e para eu admitir isso... é porque foi grave...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Hoje é mesmo daqueles dias que mais valia apagar da memória porque nada foi correcto, nada foi bom ou sequer mediano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;E que fazer para não voltar a errar desta forma... respirar fundo e contar até 10? Talvez... se na hora me conseguir lembrar de tal coisa... amanhã veremos como corre, até porque a convivência é diária e tem de ser minimamente saudável...&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/5965087945501646205-2367684607673153142?l=thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2367684607673153142/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5965087945501646205&amp;postID=2367684607673153142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/2367684607673153142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5965087945501646205/posts/default/2367684607673153142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsthroughmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/mistaking-like-child.html' title='Mistaking like a child...'/><author><name>A Thoughtful...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13946300884500272790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RSzQU_rdp6g/Twm3uQQpKYI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/_j-msc5AE5E/s220/cv3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GEk0rmjd2I/TUBzOVi4m7I/AAAAAAAAAsg/d2zmO0waV5Y/s72-c/tris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
