<?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-34592077</id><updated>2011-10-10T15:36:46.861+01:00</updated><category term='pics'/><category term='Desabafos'/><category term='crítica a mim mesma'/><category term='Cinema'/><category term='Coisas de amigos'/><category term='Música :)'/><category term='Vida'/><category term='out of real life'/><category term='passagens'/><category term='YOU'/><category term='Citações'/><category term='Intimidades'/><category term='Pensamentos'/><category term='XS'/><title type='text'>Can't join real life --&gt; I'M BANNED!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>230</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-2243313790203258780</id><published>2011-09-10T00:42:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T01:47:54.498+01:00</updated><title type='text'>chamam-lhe insegurança...</title><content type='html'>De onde vem?&lt;br /&gt;Porque vem e o que quer?&lt;br /&gt;Indesejada todos os dias, parece que vem para ficar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detesto-a, tem a capacidade de despertar tudo o que é de mau:&lt;br /&gt;Em mim, em ti, em tudo e em todos!&lt;br /&gt;Insisto: Porquê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praga da sociedade... mais uma entre tantas!&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais tempo lhe cedo, mais me consome!&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais ignoro, mais presente fica...&lt;br /&gt;Em que ficamos?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Aliás...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem és tu, afinal, para causar do nada tanto estrago?&lt;br /&gt;Que raio de poder tens tu?&lt;br /&gt;Poder? Poder! Poder não tens nenhum, ora!&lt;br /&gt;Não és nada, não vales nada... Não devias sequer de existir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, fazes estragos!&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que assim, apenas no meu bem estar... fazes estragos!&lt;br /&gt;És perigosa... Sim, és!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje isto, amanhã sabe Deus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso chega - a partir de hoje ficas à porta!&lt;br /&gt;Custe o que custar!&lt;br /&gt;Sim, à porta... local em que ficam todos os indesejados.&lt;br /&gt;Sejas tu quem fores, seja qual for o teu motivo...&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente recuso-me a receber-te.&lt;br /&gt;És algo ou alguém cuja simples presença estraga o dia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vais desistir!&lt;br /&gt;E eu, eu não vou recuar!&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é mesmo esta:&lt;br /&gt;Desejo-te o pior... e só aqui é que sais a ganhar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-2243313790203258780?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/2243313790203258780/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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uma :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DxZnqSDXZjw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DxZnqSDXZjw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you see, I kind of shivered to conformity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Did you see the way I cowered to authority&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; You see, my life, it's a series of compromises anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; It's a sham, and I'm conditioned to accept it all, you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; (More) than I had before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; (More) than I've presently got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; (More) than I'll ever use up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; (More) than I really need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; (More) than I had before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; (More) than I could possibly spend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; (More) than I'll ever use up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; (More) than I really need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; It's more than I can spare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; My religion is caged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Safe from progress, purgatory I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; How does this affect me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Emotionally affect me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Will they let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Will they let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Will they let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Equilibrium imbalanced again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I feel no pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I feel no...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I feel no pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; The Jabberwocky haunts me, in my memory it's caged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I feel no pain (I feel no pain)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I feel no... (I feel no...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I feel no pain (I feel no...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; But if you punched me in the stomach then I'd feel it again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Life is a compromise anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Life is a compromise anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Life, it's a compromise anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Life, it's a compromise anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; And it's a sham, and I'll accept it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; And you see, I kind of shivered to conformity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Did you see the way I cowered to authority&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; You see, and my life, it's a series of compromises anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; It's a sham, and I'm conditioned to accept it all, you see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-8431478173163397050?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/8431478173163397050/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2011/01/ok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/8431478173163397050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/8431478173163397050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2011/01/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-3698865832020207929</id><published>2011-01-08T02:52:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-01-08T03:02:24.343Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinema'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;músicas que nunca ficam fora de moda :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4zSgRFVxx-k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4zSgRFVxx-k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;(I've been a fool) I've been a fool, again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Doesn't matter what I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; (I've been a fool) I've been a fool, fool again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Doesn't matter what I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; (I've been a fool) I've been a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Can't stop myself from drowning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Nothing standing in your way, feeling good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; And girls want to check you out, looking good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; 'Cos shops want to let you in, 'cos you've been a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; You just can't help it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Suddenly it seems worthwhile, life's a gas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; And just when it all goes right, working out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; And just when I hit that high, I am a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Just can't help it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; (I've been a fool) I've been a fool, again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Doesn't matter what I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; (I've been a fool) I've been a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Can't stop myself from drowning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Nothing left to get you down, feeling good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; And know that you're always right, thank the lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; As cars swerving out your way, and you are a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; You just can't help it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Suddenly you get mixed up, feeling bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; And everything you do is wrong, looking bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; And feel that you're out of touch, you've been a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Just can't help it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; (I've been a fool) I've been a fool, again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Doesn't matter what I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; (I've been a fool) I've been a fool, fool again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Doesn't matter what I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; (I've been a fool) I've been a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Can't help myself from drowning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Just when I take one step forward and two back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; (I've been a fool) I've been a fool, again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Doesn't matter what I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; (I've been a fool) I've been a fool, fool again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Doesn't matter what I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; (I've been a fool) I've been a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Can't stop myself from drowning, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-3698865832020207929?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/3698865832020207929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post_08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/3698865832020207929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/3698865832020207929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post_08.html' title=''/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-5788033410724605212</id><published>2011-01-06T22:04:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-06T22:13:03.204Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>2 options...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/TSY8g0jRadI/AAAAAAAAARI/bNaBgw5ARNE/s1600/61728_158499547499739_129255280424166_512588_562363_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/TSY8g0jRadI/AAAAAAAAARI/bNaBgw5ARNE/s400/61728_158499547499739_129255280424166_512588_562363_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559197324595522002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... ok... lots of coffee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This may take a while...&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/34592077-5788033410724605212?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/5788033410724605212/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2011/01/2-options.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/5788033410724605212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/5788033410724605212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2011/01/2-options.html' title='2 options...'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/TSY8g0jRadI/AAAAAAAAARI/bNaBgw5ARNE/s72-c/61728_158499547499739_129255280424166_512588_562363_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-6004377057952046335</id><published>2011-01-05T00:26:00.015Z</published><updated>2011-01-05T02:06:28.718Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YOU'/><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/TSPQ5SX2oZI/AAAAAAAAARA/5enIhjzQB6I/s1600/164746_187957194553974_129255280424166_748019_2271164_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/TSPFUjUVqyI/AAAAAAAAAQo/v_YMSv05ILw/s1600/162621_187957991220561_129255280424166_748082_5887368_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/TSPFUjUVqyI/AAAAAAAAAQo/v_YMSv05ILw/s320/162621_187957991220561_129255280424166_748082_5887368_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558503321973926690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a simple way to show how special can someone be :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/TSO95ltpwPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Aa8ye6jz6LI/s1600/168695_187959841220376_129255280424166_748141_2399818_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/TSO95ltpwPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Aa8ye6jz6LI/s320/168695_187959841220376_129255280424166_748141_2399818_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558495162179109106" border="0" /&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;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes, it's true :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/TSO-fOqoo1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/5XOZn8URc3o/s1600/167124_187959977887029_129255280424166_748154_4856567_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/TSO-fOqoo1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/5XOZn8URc3o/s320/167124_187959977887029_129255280424166_748154_4856567_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558495808827466578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) and sometimes I wish it so bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/TSPAegYbzbI/AAAAAAAAAQA/oJzGbedW0mw/s1600/167685_187960087887018_129255280424166_748166_3980415_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/TSPAegYbzbI/AAAAAAAAAQA/oJzGbedW0mw/s320/167685_187960087887018_129255280424166_748166_3980415_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558497995426352562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas vezes corre-me esse pensamento, oh temper temper girl... I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/TSPBijCFOaI/AAAAAAAAAQI/6mG_c_UdXBk/s1600/168655_187959994553694_129255280424166_748155_2154028_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/TSPBijCFOaI/AAAAAAAAAQI/6mG_c_UdXBk/s320/168655_187959994553694_129255280424166_748155_2154028_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558499164369009058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque acima de tudo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/TSPD2v4ObDI/AAAAAAAAAQY/adF4-V5CDMU/s1600/167231_187960057887021_129255280424166_748163_3351479_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/TSPD2v4ObDI/AAAAAAAAAQY/adF4-V5CDMU/s320/167231_187960057887021_129255280424166_748163_3351479_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558501710437968946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/TSPLQ0TsUfI/AAAAAAAAAQw/oLktjm3nCGI/s1600/165336_186483714701322_129255280424166_730770_821961_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/TSPLQ0TsUfI/AAAAAAAAAQw/oLktjm3nCGI/s320/165336_186483714701322_129255280424166_730770_821961_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558509854884909554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/TSPMHO1iaLI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/BIo271cRGVs/s1600/162598_185602761456084_129255280424166_721896_271697_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/TSPMHO1iaLI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/BIo271cRGVs/s320/162598_185602761456084_129255280424166_721896_271697_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558510789719124146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tens e terás sempre um lugar muito especial no meu  &lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;Parabéns :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podia ser qualquer uma delas... mas hoje teria que ser não muito longe desta :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nm75sn9zZVs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nm75sn9zZVs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/TSPQ5SX2oZI/AAAAAAAAARA/5enIhjzQB6I/s1600/164746_187957194553974_129255280424166_748019_2271164_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/TSPQ5SX2oZI/AAAAAAAAARA/5enIhjzQB6I/s320/164746_187957194553974_129255280424166_748019_2271164_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558516047708332434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-6004377057952046335?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/6004377057952046335/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/6004377057952046335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/6004377057952046335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post_05.html' title=':)'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/TSPFUjUVqyI/AAAAAAAAAQo/v_YMSv05ILw/s72-c/162621_187957991220561_129255280424166_748082_5887368_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-9004453306276629818</id><published>2011-01-04T01:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-04T01:11:12.233Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música :)'/><title type='text'>missing the 90's??? :) ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vsOUXxs6p2Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vsOUXxs6p2Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-9004453306276629818?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/9004453306276629818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2011/01/missing-90s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/9004453306276629818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/9004453306276629818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2011/01/missing-90s.html' title='missing the 90&apos;s??? :) ♥'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-1871049866685053422</id><published>2011-01-02T19:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-02T19:34:13.684Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/TSDTHEABf4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/e5o32qAwrhk/s1600/165278_186480281368332_129255280424166_730594_3228757_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/TSDTHEABf4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/e5o32qAwrhk/s400/165278_186480281368332_129255280424166_730594_3228757_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557674058461577090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-1871049866685053422?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/1871049866685053422/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/1871049866685053422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/1871049866685053422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/TSDTHEABf4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/e5o32qAwrhk/s72-c/165278_186480281368332_129255280424166_730594_3228757_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-667787965744482791</id><published>2011-01-02T01:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-02T02:10:31.225Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música :)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E o blogue continua :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se eu tivesse que associar uma única música que identificasse este blogue, o seu propósito, conteúdo, raiz ou whatever... Não é "seria esta" -&gt;  É esta,  antes mesmo de ele propriamente existir,  já o era!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0WaE9m4X9y8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0WaE9m4X9y8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-667787965744482791?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/667787965744482791/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-e-o-blogue-continua-e-esta-antes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/667787965744482791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/667787965744482791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-e-o-blogue-continua-e-esta-antes.html' title=''/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-3907903067235891050</id><published>2010-12-29T22:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-30T01:01:05.098Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Citações'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="profileName fsxl fwb"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"I'm selfish, impatient and a little  insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to  handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell  don't deserve me at my best." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="profileName fsxl fwb"&gt; Marilyn Monroe&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/34592077-3907903067235891050?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/3907903067235891050/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-selfish-impatient-and-little.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/3907903067235891050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/3907903067235891050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-selfish-impatient-and-little.html' title=''/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-4768572276536157463</id><published>2010-12-27T00:08:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-27T00:15:55.021Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YOU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música :)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"this song changed our lives in a lot of ways... and... I wanna dedicate it to the people that have chosen to believe... in ME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tmtDq24GVCc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tmtDq24GVCc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this means... you :)&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/34592077-4768572276536157463?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/4768572276536157463/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-song-changed-our-lives-in-lot-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/4768572276536157463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/4768572276536157463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-song-changed-our-lives-in-lot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-6786636275229689306</id><published>2010-12-22T00:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-22T00:24:05.366Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/TRFFDHRPSOI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Bc5Ra4qifoU/s1600/164305_183955684954125_129255280424166_704814_8255280_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/TQay0PAvO-I/AAAAAAAAAPM/404uKoSY4nU/s400/31053_129528783730149_129255280424166_323328_2333472_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550320201233284066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-7370443867002238641?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/7370443867002238641/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/12/girls-are-like-apples-on-trees-love-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/7370443867002238641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/7370443867002238641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/12/girls-are-like-apples-on-trees-love-it.html' title='Girls are like apples on trees... love it! :)'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/TQay0PAvO-I/AAAAAAAAAPM/404uKoSY4nU/s72-c/31053_129528783730149_129255280424166_323328_2333472_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-8703588221367379465</id><published>2010-12-11T01:47:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-11T02:25:48.184Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música :)'/><title type='text'>Roadtrip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A algumas horas de percorrer a A1.&lt;br /&gt;Isto faz-me querer escrever sobre o quanto gosto de a percorrer - lembra-me as roadtrips dos últimos anos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O feeling de sair cedo com alguém de carro, o ipod que traça a banda sonora... mas acima de tudo o feeling - aquele sentimento que creio que todos temos quando estamos a percorrer kms e kms  numa autoestrada a olhar por uma janela. A paisagem que se vai alterando, o pensamento que corre para longe, bem longe! As conversas descontraídas, sem nexo, leves e algumas cómicas... As paragens nas estações de serviço para o meu adorado café, pastel de nata e cigarrinho... As pessoas que encontramos, diferentes... tão diferentes de mim. Dou por mim a imaginar o que fazem na vida, quem são, o que estão ali a fazer... etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimento de liberdade - de time out!&lt;br /&gt;Não será este propriamente o caso... mas fez-me sentir saudades de quando eu me tratava melhor e com alguma frequência, quase sem aviso prévio, agarrava em 1 ou 2 pessoas e "vamos a Lisboa!". E ia! Não precisava ser necessariamente Lisboa... mas foi até aqui o destino mais frequente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei contudo, que por mais "profissional" possa ser esta mia escapadela... Vou voltar outra! Já me conheço :) Aliás, hoje mesmo já estou outra - "a change would do you good", outra mudançazita de visual para encher o ego, coisa pouca... Mas que fica num I LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só uma vez mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro... as viagens de carro... as histórias... as recordações...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não há melhor música, em 2010 vá, para esse FEELING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ENEOpZzYy2Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ENEOpZzYy2Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aqui, quem me conhece, sabe a criancinha que estou neste momento a ouvir este som...&lt;br /&gt;Vá, tu já deves ter ouvido esta música comigo. Se não ouviste nunca vais poder sequer perceber o que estás a perder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:34 " eiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii aumenta o som agora!!!! calmaaaa calmaaaa ......." 5:30 - "lindoooooooooo"&lt;br /&gt;(outra vez xana????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memoria fotografica destes e outros momentos!&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/34592077-8703588221367379465?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/8703588221367379465/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/12/roadtrip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/8703588221367379465'/><link rel='self' 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kHfOi_RUqCE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kHfOi_RUqCE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-3807845736365578686?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/3807845736365578686/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/12/1-semana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/3807845736365578686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/3807845736365578686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/12/1-semana.html' title='1 semana :)'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-7480652803929284674</id><published>2010-12-09T01:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-09T01:24:29.039Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música :)'/><title type='text'>Optimus Alive... 2011 :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tem sido o meu festival de eleição nos últimos anos... e para o próximo não deverá ser diferente!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis a primeira confirmação que me convida a comprar o passe dos 3 dias "de olhos fechados"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h_L4Rixya64?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h_L4Rixya64?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've got another confession to make&lt;br /&gt;I'm your fool&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's got their chains to break&lt;br /&gt;Holdin' you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you born to resist or be abused?&lt;br /&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?&lt;br /&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?&lt;br /&gt;Are you gone and onto someone new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed somewhere to hang my head&lt;br /&gt;Without your noose&lt;br /&gt;You gave me something that I didn't have&lt;br /&gt;But had no use&lt;br /&gt;I was too weak to give in&lt;br /&gt;Too strong to lose&lt;br /&gt;My heart is under arrest again&lt;br /&gt;But I break loose&lt;br /&gt;My head is giving me life or death&lt;br /&gt;But I can't choose&lt;br /&gt;I swear i'll never give in&lt;br /&gt;No, I refuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?&lt;br /&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?&lt;br /&gt;Has someone taken your faith?&lt;br /&gt;Its real, the pain you feel&lt;br /&gt;Your trust, you must&lt;br /&gt;Confess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?&lt;br /&gt;Oh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has someone taken your faith?&lt;br /&gt;Its real, the pain you feel&lt;br /&gt;The life, the love&lt;br /&gt;You'd die to heal&lt;br /&gt;The hope that starts&lt;br /&gt;The broken hearts&lt;br /&gt;Your trust, you must&lt;br /&gt;Confess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?&lt;br /&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got another confession my friend&lt;br /&gt;I'm no fool&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired of starting again&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you born to resist or be abused?&lt;br /&gt;I swear i'll never give in&lt;br /&gt;I refuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?&lt;br /&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?&lt;br /&gt;Has someone taken your faith?&lt;br /&gt;Its real, the pain you feel&lt;br /&gt;Your trust, you must&lt;br /&gt;Confess&lt;br /&gt;Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?&lt;br /&gt;Oh..   &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/34592077-7480652803929284674?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/7480652803929284674/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/12/optimus-alive-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/7480652803929284674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/7480652803929284674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/12/optimus-alive-2011.html' title='Optimus Alive... 2011 :)'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-7901587445641941508</id><published>2010-12-08T01:27:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-12-08T02:27:36.788Z</updated><title type='text'>É hoje que escrevo sobre ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/TP7tASJKgnI/AAAAAAAAAPE/hduZwBE05yY/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/TP7tASJKgnI/AAAAAAAAAPE/hduZwBE05yY/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548132380093088370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo ouvir New Order!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Já me fazia também alguma confusão ouvir Depeche Mode... Para não falar de algumas músicas soltas dos nossos zapings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo! Não adianta... Faz-me pensar em coisas, momentos... coisas que não quero pensar nem lembrar! Vejo-me outra vez confrontada com o lado amargo de ter sempre a música no meu dia a dia... Algumas delas, por mais antigas ou por mais que goste, inconscientemente ficam associadas a momentos, pessoas... E depois começo a evita-las... Completamente! Já nem ligo o ipod nas minhas viagens rotineiras do dia a dia, conclui que passava mais de metade do caminho a mudar as músicas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que vês este blogue todos os dias... Não quero que tenhas qualquer ponta de esperança de que alguma luz se está a fazer nesta minha cabecinha - sou fria demais para isso! Da mesma forma que desde aquele dia desapareci, desaparecida irei continuar. Sempre, mas sempre, te avisei desta minha forma de ser, nunca conseguiste foi perceber isso a tempo - sempre te disse "tu não me conheces!"... and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez agora te explique uma coisa... Não podes ser mais uma vítima desta minha sede de viver a história perfeita. Eu quis e quero tanto vive-la... tu estavas tão disposto a vive-la comigo... Sem pensar, envolvi-te. Sem te pedir licença, entrei na tua vida e virei-a de pernas para o ar. EU SEI! Sei o mal que te fiz e faço, todos os dias desde então, ou talvez já um pouco de trás... Não quero sequer que aceites a minha atitude. Um dia levantei virei as costas e nunca mais olhei para trás. E não o vou fazer! Arrisco dizer que dificilmente voltaremos a encontrar-nos... Desapareci na multidão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estranho que eu sabia desde o primeiro beijo que estariamos a corromper toda a amizade que tinhamos até então. Não meti qualquer travão... Confesso que adorava conseguir sentir tudo aquilo que sentias por mim, enchia-me o peito e enquanto durou preencheu-me de uma forma que já não me lembrava a memória. Da mesma forma que preencheu, encheu! Rapidamente  entrei na zona de desconforto outra vez. O resto da história sabes bem.... "Mas ainda podemos ser amigos", não, não podemos. Contigo não vai existir jamais confiança para isso, mas em contrapartida vai existir o desejo, por ser algo que sei que ou não posso ter, ou só posso ter de uma forma bastante errada! És-me agora proibido, e sim, desejo-te, quanto mais te sinto afastado, mais te desejo. É errado, como tudo aquilo que tenho feito... E isso no entanto tem sido a única coisa que tem parecido acertada - errar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na minha história perfeita, não entras tu...&lt;br /&gt;Vou ser ainda mais sincera... estou convencida até que não entra ninguém até aqui... tenho apenas esta vontade que me consome e cega ao mesmo tempo, e cada vez mais, de ter alguém. Não um qualquer! Tem que ser ELE - O  que me vai fazer perder a cabeça de vez! Quem é? Não sei!!! A este ritmo, pensarás tu, não aparecerá ninguém - com esta minha aparente tendência de... whatever. Mas sempre te disse que não sei ser de outra forma que não autêntica... quando desconfortável, sou denunciada pela minha própria expressão facial! Tudo em mim é, cada vez mais, assim - por mais que doa, real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como que um livro... És um capítulo da minha vida. Certo ou errado! Bom ou mau. Nada disso agora importa, nada mais posso fazer - está escrito! Aceitemo-lo o quanto antes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se te peça desculpa... Se te agradeça... Se whatever... Eu tenho este episódio bem definido perante mim mesma, mas com e desvantagem de que sei que da forma como o defini... Posso ter destes constrangimentos...  hoje no entanto, depois de errar na musica tantas vezes, tive que vir escrever qualquer coisa, já que nada disse desde então!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda assim, vivo dia após dia, na consciência que não mudaria nada! Digo mais - disposta a errar as vezes que forem necessárias!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-7901587445641941508?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/7901587445641941508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/12/e-hoje-que-escrevo-sobre-ti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/7901587445641941508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/7901587445641941508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/12/e-hoje-que-escrevo-sobre-ti.html' title='É hoje que escrevo sobre ti...'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/TP7tASJKgnI/AAAAAAAAAPE/hduZwBE05yY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-1704094889676139153</id><published>2010-12-07T23:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-07T23:43:36.066Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música :)'/><title type='text'>mood...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JJjZfBj6yb4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JJjZfBj6yb4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'd do anything that I'm told to&lt;br /&gt;I'd even mean it if I'm supposed to&lt;br /&gt;leave me on a little&lt;br /&gt;I go for broke&lt;br /&gt;Leave me on some more&lt;br /&gt;I'd go for the big toke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's watching oh but nobody cares&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait cause no&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's watching but everybody cares&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever talk to you later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out!&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm just too fake for the world&lt;br /&gt;I know it's just a game to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm just too fake you see&lt;br /&gt;I wish i didn't have to be but watch out&lt;br /&gt;I got too much soul for the world&lt;br /&gt;It's breaking my heart in two&lt;br /&gt;I got too much soul for you&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it but it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get off&lt;br /&gt;I go to church and&lt;br /&gt;I'm expected to be lost soul&lt;br /&gt;They need examples to use&lt;br /&gt;I could stay forever leave right now&lt;br /&gt;It's your call either way&lt;br /&gt;It's time to use my life for myself&lt;br /&gt;(most people just won't tell you that)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gona use my life for someone else, yeah&lt;br /&gt;no wait wait wait wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cause i'm just too fake for the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's just a game to me&lt;br /&gt;i'm just too fake you see&lt;br /&gt;i wish i didn't have to be but watch out&lt;br /&gt;i got too much soul for the world&lt;br /&gt;it's breaking my heart in two&lt;br /&gt;i got too much soul for you&lt;br /&gt;i don't like it but it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurts right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't even talk to you&lt;br /&gt;about my effect on people&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm doing the same thing to you&lt;br /&gt;that's right even right now&lt;br /&gt;oh just wait up for me if you want to but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out, now&lt;br /&gt;i'm just too fake for the world&lt;br /&gt;i know it's just a game to me&lt;br /&gt;i'm just too fake you see&lt;br /&gt;i hope you can forgive me&lt;br /&gt;oh now&lt;br /&gt;Got too much soul for the world&lt;br /&gt;and it's breaking my heart in two&lt;br /&gt;i got too much soul for you&lt;br /&gt;i don't like it but it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh look out now&lt;br /&gt;i'm just too fake for the world&lt;br /&gt;and there's nothing i can do about it&lt;br /&gt;yeah i'm just too fake for you&lt;br /&gt;i don't like it but it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;i got too much soul for &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;it's breaking my heart in two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i got too much soul for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i don't like it but it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;look out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i'm just too fake for the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i know it's just a game to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i'm just to fake you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i hope you can forgive me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;look out now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i'm too fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-1704094889676139153?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/1704094889676139153/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/12/mood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/1704094889676139153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/1704094889676139153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/12/mood.html' title='mood...'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-853895258452304606</id><published>2010-12-07T01:11:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-07T01:24:05.552Z</updated><title type='text'>foi só um sonho...</title><content type='html'>... mas foi tão real e fez-me sentir... tão mal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só com isso sou bem capaz de me pôr a andar... NEM A DORMIR!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-853895258452304606?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/853895258452304606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/12/foi-so-um-sonho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/853895258452304606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/853895258452304606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/12/foi-so-um-sonho.html' title='foi só um sonho...'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-6612630211112423231</id><published>2010-12-05T23:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-05T23:46:01.837Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/TPwj_U1pg5I/AAAAAAAAAO8/cLL2brcD2us/s1600/move-after-breakup-800x800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/TPwj_U1pg5I/AAAAAAAAAO8/cLL2brcD2us/s400/move-after-breakup-800x800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547348411846067090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish I could!&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/34592077-6612630211112423231?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/6612630211112423231/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/12/wish-i-could.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/6612630211112423231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/6612630211112423231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/12/wish-i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/TPwj_U1pg5I/AAAAAAAAAO8/cLL2brcD2us/s72-c/move-after-breakup-800x800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-6966176808395207998</id><published>2010-12-05T20:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-05T20:19:12.438Z</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/TPvzZ4gQVfI/AAAAAAAAAO0/UGKSR8MR2QM/s1600/423198-run_away_screaming_nimfadora_really_opinion_question.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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No entanto não deixa de ser a altura apropriada para o publicar - com uma margem segura de tempo, que comprova algo que estaria já bem visível na altura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não lembro bem em que contexto... ah sim, fomos tomar um café ao Pipa Velha, eu e um amigo meu. Prática habitual durante um certo período de tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Achava curiosa a persistência dele em querer tomar cafés comigo. Mas depois de recusar 1027 vezes e até deixar de ter uma resposta convincente, comecei a ir.&lt;br /&gt;A persistência tinha de facto fundamento, a conversa sempre foi boa. Adoro até hoje, apesar de andar afastada de muita coisa recentemente, o entusiasmo como me contava as coisas. Coisas banais, as pequenas coisas da vida, mas cheias de vida, que acredito plenamente serem as mais difíceis de transmitir a muito boa gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nossa empatia sempre passou um pouco por aí... O conforto em ele poder ser a pessoa que é, a criança aliás, sem camuflar nada. E eu, bem... eu sabia pelo menos o artista que tinha a minha frente e não tinha qualquer expectativa. Facilmente me fazia saber rir... Com mensagens a meio do meu trabalho, ou quando me ligava fora de horas a dizer "olha estou a compor uma coisa nova, ouve!". Ou então facilmente sabia como me deixar bem atrapalhada quando eu chegava a qualquer lado e largava o que fosse para me vir dizer olá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que me dá mais gozo neste momento deixar aqui escrito para já é que, apesar de todos o criticarem por isto ou por aquilo... whatever... NUNCA perceberam que aquele maluco, que de maluco não tem nada, vive a vida melhor que muitos de nós, foi uma pessoa que REALMENTE me conseguiu ver, assim em "dois tempos".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse mesmo dia, perdemos um pouco as horas no café, ele ia ainda para a casa da mãe em Rio Tinto. Obviamente que não me custava nada dar boleia e assim insisti e fiz. Associo a música a esta viagem... ouvia este CD. Não vou esquecer jamais, em conversa solta, entre outras coisas, em que me disse que admirava esta minha forma de encarar certas coisas - na altura um pouco desconfortável pela constatação. Sabia aqui já um pouco do meu percurso, muito pouco, mas provavelmente o suficiente. Disse-me de uma forma crua e objectiva "Tu devias apaixonar-te!!" mas logo de seguida, provavelmente por interiorizar a informação e por experiência própria, recua e diz "E olha que daí não..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei porquê, achei linda esta conversa que tive na altura. Ter ali alguém, que me conheceu num contexto diria até mais boémio, valorizar justamente a simplicidade e ao mesmo tempo a radicalidade que aplico a determinadas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A música, ora... foi a música que ouvi repetidamente a caminho de casa... Com a cabeça já longe e talvez a fazer a mim mesma as perguntas que são cantadas na música. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momentos KODAK... ahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o meu amigo está noivo! Com alguém que realmente acredito completar tudo o que sei que procurava.&lt;br /&gt;E eu, eu experimentei o meu "E olha que daí não...". Conheço cada vez mais e mais sobre mim mesma e tenho um respeito e uma admiração por mim mesma jamais visto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2U2BBrbDNMQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2U2BBrbDNMQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love it... more then never!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-8263453306509409516?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/8263453306509409516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/12/momentos-kodak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/8263453306509409516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/8263453306509409516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/12/momentos-kodak.html' title='momentos KODAK'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-1632838815364206505</id><published>2010-12-03T22:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-03T22:29:07.584Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YOU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música :)'/><title type='text'>once again....</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;I'm singing it out loud, so so so loud....... straight to your heart!&lt;br /&gt;...this song is, always been, and will ALWAYS be, YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rWXCMCmQCb8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rWXCMCmQCb8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;I just don't care if it's real&lt;br /&gt;That won't change how it feels&lt;br /&gt;I just don't care if it's real&lt;br /&gt;That won't change how it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No it doesn't change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't resist&lt;br /&gt;Making me feel eternally missed&lt;br /&gt;And you can't resist&lt;br /&gt;And you can't resist&lt;br /&gt;Making me feel&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/34592077-1632838815364206505?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/1632838815364206505/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/12/once-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/1632838815364206505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/1632838815364206505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/12/once-again.html' title='once again....'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-9170246536316464764</id><published>2010-12-02T00:55:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-02T01:02:36.563Z</updated><title type='text'>hey you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I couldn't help it... it's all your fault!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/34592077-9170246536316464764?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/9170246536316464764/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/12/hey-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/9170246536316464764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/9170246536316464764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/12/hey-you.html' title='hey you!'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-2290358305839125606</id><published>2010-11-29T00:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-29T00:06:33.106Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música :)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UfTfHTUUee4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UfTfHTUUee4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I still want to drown, whenever you leave&lt;br /&gt;Please teach me gently, how to breathe&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/34592077-2290358305839125606?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/2290358305839125606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-still-want-to-drown-whenever-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/2290358305839125606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/2290358305839125606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-still-want-to-drown-whenever-you.html' title=''/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-335125626455780715</id><published>2010-11-28T13:06:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-28T14:25:01.137Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>Disciplina...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/TPJT_DoiRUI/AAAAAAAAAOs/SZ33B15WycQ/s1600/disciplina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/TPJT_DoiRUI/AAAAAAAAAOs/SZ33B15WycQ/s320/disciplina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544586434018690370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sinto-me assim, como se a minha sombra estivesse a tentar disciplinar-me.&lt;br /&gt;Estranha sensação esta de ser-se livre, saber-se que nada ou ninguém nos pode apontar o dedo e, no entanto, estarmos condicionados, por nós próprios!&lt;br /&gt;Diria que é algo bom... tirando o facto de me ter feito acordar com a cabeça a 1000 e não me permitir propriamente concentrar em condições nas várias coisas que tenho para fazer, que nunca acabam...&lt;br /&gt;Não é de perto nem de longe a primeira vez que me confronto com estes pensamentos... há quem diga que eu pense demais, nunca parei para pensar nisso e se isso é tão pouco bom ou mau... Mas não deixa de me fazer pensar... e de me fazer perder tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Assumi compromissos pessoais ambiciosos, bem bem bem ambiciosos. Pago até uma factura mensal pelas opções que deliberadamente fiz. São escolhas minhas e só minhas, como tantas outras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, verdade seja dita, existe um esforço, uma dedicação ou um "custo de oportunidade", como lhe queiram chamar, bem elevado. Obrigam-me automaticamente a fazer escolhas - optar por uma situação em detrimento de outra - e é aqui, nesta parte, que por vezes me custa... Uma parte que eu sei  que se alimentar em demasia, leva e consome outra parte de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frase típica e corrente minha dos últimos tempos "não tenho tempo!"... Será que alguém percebe? Não tenho mesmo tempo... e isto é capaz de me assustar um pouco em certas alturas. Não tenho tempo! É quase como se, por vezes, não pudesse virar a cara sequer para o lado e ver o que está a acontecer - porque não tenho tempo, ou porque tenho medo de ver algo que realmente goste ou chame a atenção. E se assim for, logo de seguida sentir-me irremediavelmente transtornada por saber que não tenho sequer como encaixar isto ou aquilo na minha vida. É um pouco ridículo, mas este drama passa um pouco por aí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passar tanto tempo a investir em algumas coisas e não vou desistir delas, porque são opções minhas... e saber ao mesmo tempo, o conjunto de oportunidades que vou deixar passar, vou deixar cair, não vou agarrar, não vou lutar, não vou sequer ver ou conhecer - uma vida a passar-me ao lado, enquanto construo aquilo que hoje idealizo como vida. Se der espaço ao pensamento para isto, tenho receio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz hoje de mim uma pessoa mais isolada, constantemente nos bastidores... E eu adorava os palcos... Ver tudo e todos, viver o hoje como se não existisse um amanhã. Apaixonada pela vida e pelas decisões de última hora, não planeadas e inconscientes. Fazer e aparecer... Apaixonar-me e deixar alguém entrar neste meu mundo e partilhar esses momentos todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que as pessoas acreditam mesmo que deixei de desejar tudo isto?&lt;br /&gt;Nem vou responder ou comentar mais isto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh mas podes conciliar tudo" - o tanas! Existe um lugar dentro de mim reservado e preparado para todas essas coisas, não o vou negar - jamais o faria! Uma vontade incomparável de o fazer. Mas... Não!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O ideal seria..." - quantas vezes me sai um enquanto penso.&lt;br /&gt;Não existem tais coisas - existe sim a realidade em que estou inserida e as opções que tomei e poderei vir a tomar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordei assim, meia atordoada... talvez porque pela primeira vez em semanas voltei a sair a noite e revivi e senti algumas coisas. Ficou aquele pensamento do "pa, boa vida!"... E como sei que neste momento não tenho tanta disponibilidade para... bah!&lt;br /&gt;Tinha saudades, mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco de medo de perder isso... de perder algumas pessoas... que tudo bem que temos que investir em nós próprios, mas não podemos deixar de investir nos outros. E eu sei e reconheço que estou a ultrapassar a fase talvez mais egoísta da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mantenho-me contudo no mesmo caminho! Se não for com a mesma força de vontade - com o meu próprio dedo apontado a minha cara, a disciplinar-me e a lembrar-me todos os dias que mais que tomar decisões, é saber leva-las em diante e assumir as consequências que estas decisões implicam. Faz de mim unicamente uma pessoa mais forte e, se não mais admirada pelos outros, mais admirada por mim mesma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cD4TAgdS_Xw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cD4TAgdS_Xw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-335125626455780715?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/335125626455780715/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/11/disciplina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/335125626455780715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/335125626455780715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/11/disciplina.html' title='Disciplina...'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/TPJT_DoiRUI/AAAAAAAAAOs/SZ33B15WycQ/s72-c/disciplina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-5737594203869001876</id><published>2010-11-25T00:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-25T00:54:35.747Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música :)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uNF5zmQPRfM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uNF5zmQPRfM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539184323421886690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/TN8iy1b5WOI/AAAAAAAAAOI/shR7bZLbyAU/s320/caminhar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Eles dirão que você está na estrada errada, se for a sua"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Antonio Porchia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incrivelmente assustadora também é esta ideia do "quanto mais caminhamos, mais e mais pessoas ficam para trás". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poucos sabem o que querem... satisfeitos somente com o facto de saberem o que não querem. Essa já não sou eu! Fui por demasiado tempo assim. Até o dia em que olhei para trás, olhei para os meus pés e olhei para a estrada que tinha na altura a minha frente. Simplesmente isso! Detestei o que vi! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sei neste momento mais do que aquilo que não quero, sei também o que quero... E o que não sei, bem, a verdade é que também não quero saber tudo agora. Quis saber apenas o suficiente para andar em frente com os meus projectos pessoais. E aqui talvez pela primeira vez nesta vida, não poupei meios para isso. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vivo talvez de uma forma bem mais simplista e bem mais egoísta! Não quero contudo viver de outra forma por agora. Tenho o meu mundinho bem estabelecido e gosto bastante dele assim. Com todas as amarguras e dissabores!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Faz tempo habituei-me de forma quase irremediável a saber estar sozinha perante a vida. Não espero que me acompanhem... Posso desacelerar o passo quando sinto A ou B a ficar para trás, ou C que não me entende e me vira as costas... Mas quase de seguida acelero ainda mais o passo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É a minha caminhada, o meu caminho. Não estejam a espera que eu mude da mesma forma que eu não estou a espera que me entendam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há pessoas, histórias e episódios... Tudo coisas e memórias muito minhas que me fazem querer percorrer este caminho, que um dia fora planeado de uma forma e hoje, decorre de outra. Talvez melhor, nunca pior!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se um dia andei perdida, e todos que me conhecem sabem-no melhor ou pior disso, faz algum tempo, encontrei o meu caminho. Podem não gostar dele, podem não o aceitar, podem criticar. Alguns por serem egoístas, outros interesseiros, outros ingénuos e outras vítimas... Outros simplesmente por acharem que o sinónimo de encontrar algo é o encontrar alguém. Tudo errado, todos errados!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não foi alguém senão eu mesma a querer isto! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estive a pensar nisto recentemente, talvez embalada pelas minhas últimas opções musicais... Mas não deixa de ser um facto que garantidamente temos de deixar muita coisa para trás para conseguirmos andar em frente nesta vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E como tudo em mim acaba em música... Fica uma do último concerto que tive oportunidade de ver, que adoro... que está em todas as entre-linhas do post e da minha postura perante a vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gwKEdFoUB0o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gwKEdFoUB0o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-6408751094424645570?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/TN8iy1b5WOI/AAAAAAAAAOI/shR7bZLbyAU/s72-c/caminhar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-2666392525478783644</id><published>2010-09-14T22:57:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T23:02:07.122+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música :)'/><title type='text'>viciada nesta musica...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MKL-BYhRJu8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MKL-BYhRJu8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;"See I've been here for 28 years..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;indeed&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/34592077-2666392525478783644?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/2666392525478783644/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/09/viciada-nesta-musica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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single do Jónsi :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tj8RZ8TOa4I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tj8RZ8TOa4I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A parte final do video tá :)&lt;br /&gt;Acho que foi quando o acabei de ver, hoje no inicio do dia, que fiquei com um bichinho aqui dentro... e só sosseguei quando mudei o quarto todo...&lt;br /&gt;Adoro o vídeo e o resultado!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-3004415513050174775?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-1598858257869733910</id><published>2010-06-24T19:15:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T21:03:50.815+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XS'/><title type='text'>Hm... it's home!</title><content type='html'>Estava já de malas feitas e preparada para partir até que decidi olhar para trás.&lt;br /&gt;Não, não consigo abandonar ainda este meu "cantinho" onde, apesar de tudo que lhe injectei e da constante "desarrumação", me sinto em casa.&lt;br /&gt;Volto atrás, encosto então as malas num canto e sento-me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem pressa. - o tempo pode esperar ou ainda que não espere e esteja constantemente a passar, tenho tempo - Como dizia o grande Saramago "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;não tenhamos pressa, mas não percamos tempo&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É aqui que um a um, escrevi e/ou arrumei capítulos da minha vida. Tenho alguns ainda em cima da mesa, alguns desses até nem sei (até hoje) o que lhes fazer... já mais que escritos, editados, reeditados, que não prestam, que já não servem, que nunca percebi ou que nunca fizeram lá muito sentido...&lt;br /&gt;Se eu equiparar isto ao meu armário aqui do quarto, vejamos: imensa roupa sendo que uso praticamente sempre a mesma, que representa uns 15% do que lá vai; existe depois todo o resto que simplesmente "ocupa espaço", que sei que existe mas por algum motivo não escolho para desfilar no meu dia a dia, ou que ja nem me lembro que existem  (saiu-me agora um "olha esta t-shirt!!! a quanto tempo!" - acontece muito só me lembrar delas quando me aparecem a frente, alias acontece-me isso não só com a roupa, mas não vamos perder agora o sentido a coisa). Ou seja, se me tirassem essas roupas do armário o mais provável é que nem desse por ela, logo que não me fizesse sequer falta. E vantagem? Espaço para mais roupa, adoro a ideia digo já!&lt;br /&gt;Portanto o mesmo acontecerá a esses capítulos que por demasiado tempo ocupam desnecessariamente a secretária da minha vida. Hoje pego num caixote e mando tudo lá para dentro. Vantagem? Mesa livre para poder escrever capítulos do início sem papeis soltos que me desviem sequer a atenção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta ideia cativa-me... Olho pela janela e espreguiço-me com vontade enquanto penso um "e sabes que mais, vai ser já!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre tendo pressente o - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"não tenhamos pressa, mas não percamos tempo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ky_GwkBDMYA&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ky_GwkBDMYA&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-1598858257869733910?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/1598858257869733910/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/06/estava-ja-de-malas-feitas-e-preparada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/1598858257869733910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/1598858257869733910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/06/estava-ja-de-malas-feitas-e-preparada.html' title='Hm... it&apos;s home!'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-687617160289812009</id><published>2010-05-13T23:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T00:38:57.351+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música :)'/><title type='text'>Jónsi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/S-yC_FVXGDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/8iDR8j9XV9M/s1600/jonsi-300x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/S-yC_FVXGDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/8iDR8j9XV9M/s320/jonsi-300x300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470891667623450674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, é conhecida já a minha paixão pelo trabalho dos Sigur Rós...  No entanto Jónsi, o vocalista, tem feito trabalhos paralelos, incluindo um álbum a solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, incondicionalmente entrou para o meu imaginário mais uma vez.&lt;br /&gt;Estou completamente apaixonada pelo trabalho dele a solo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continua a ser igualmente bom e extraordinário a cantar em Inglês. Sim, porque o "sucesso" que ele tem nos Sigur Rós, e isto é taxativo, vem unicamente da magia da combinação dos sons e da mensagem que só isso consegue transmitir - há que reconhecer que o que na realidade ele canta, que é em Islandês, só malucos como eu que andam em tradutores do google para cima e para baixo é que acabam por conhecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este "GO"... está qualquer coisa de genial! 9 músicas que me fazem viajar e despertam o melhor que há em mim... Estou deliciada com o poder das músicas e até onde me conseguem levar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atento também na mensagem das músicas e do conjunto em geral - brilhante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jónsi consegue, trabalho após trabalho, surpreender! E quando penso que estou a ouvir isto em CD e tento imaginar ao vivo... bom vem aquele arrepio. Tive já a oportunidade de ver Sigur Rós ao vivo e a cores,  que foi simplesmente o melhor concerto de toda a minha vida até hoje. Considero ser um som que ao vivo é bastante mais envolvente e tudo e tudo e tudo do que em CD. Portanto apanho-me agora aqui na internet a ver as datas da tour dele, já sabia que ele iria estar em Barcelona no Sonar e estou mesmo mesmo mesmo a considerar uma roadtrip ou whatever ... Ou ainda que nao consiga conciliar já já... conjugar um fim de semana algures na Europa numa data deles... porque vale a pena, vale mesmo a pena. Para mim, óbvio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo aqui um pedacinho do álbum... Animal Arithmetic que é a música que não me sai do ouvido hoje... Belíssima. No entanto, insisto, ouçam o álbum e... sintam, apaixonem-se e viagem... não há nada melhor na música senão a capacidade de nos elevar a qualquer coisa ou lugar que nos seja muito pessoal e intransmissível!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou apaixonada outra vez por um novo trabalho do Jónsi... Pudera eu encontrar uma paixão no meu quotidiano de tal forma arrebatadora como esta em relação a música - casava-me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ky_GwkBDMYA&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ky_GwkBDMYA&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro adoro adoro!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-687617160289812009?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/687617160289812009/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/05/jonsi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/687617160289812009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/687617160289812009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/05/jonsi.html' title='Jónsi'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/S-yC_FVXGDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/8iDR8j9XV9M/s72-c/jonsi-300x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-5481591781279383300</id><published>2010-05-13T00:30:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T01:06:33.405+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crítica a mim mesma'/><title type='text'>Eu tou pior!</title><content type='html'>Uma crítica a mim mesma... E porque não?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tou pior! Tou tou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde que meti na cabeça o "Xana agora vais atinar um pouquinho só até final de Junho para fazeres os exames em condições" que olha... desgraça total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curioso que acho que é geral! Ou seja, acontece-me em diversos contextos e já identifiquei pessoas com o mesmo "problema".&lt;br /&gt;Dou por mim agora a pensar nisto.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre, em qualquer circunstância, que me vejo com algo importante para fazer e, vá, que dê algum trabalho.... invento 1001 coisas para fazer antes. Isto até me faz rir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou assim... Vai um exemplo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Mantenho o meu quarto durante a semana naquele desarrumado-arrumado. Caramba gosto muito desta expressão, eu passo a explicar - arrumado não está, mas a desarrumação está toda arrumada num canto... assim para quando me der na tola pôr tudo no seu devido lugar. Sim isto porque também tenho o problema de quando arrumo é de uma ponta a outra, metódica que até doi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Mas bom, desde sexta que eu enfiei-me em casa e além da rotina diária, vale-me um curto café, se tanto, após o jantar. A ideia é relaxar e estudar ao máximo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Problema?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Em casa eu fico, não será por aí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;A questão é que desde que eu fiquei em casa:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; já arrumei o quarto;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;o meu facebook parece um sic notícias com actualizações de hora a hora, sendo que a diferença é que não tem qualquer conteúdo ou algo por onde se lhe pegue;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;já separei tudo que tenho para estudar&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;já meti separadores coloridos (escolhi as cores e tudo!) entre os capítulos a marrar&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;já fiz aquela tarefa horrível do calendarizar e validar o quanto tenho pa marrar e o tempo disponível (concluí que até se faz com algum esforcinho)&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;mais... haha já me apanhei a ir tomar banho a 00:00, secar cabelo; etc etc... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;ENFIM... fiz tudo aquilo que por norma tenho para fazer mas olha, vou fazendo sem qualquer prioridade ou aborrecimento...   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;E estudar? Ah amigos, isso é outra história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Óbvio que quando paro e começo a ler... 10 páginas e já olho para o portátil a deitar fumo pelas ventas ("aquela musica agora ia que era um mimo".... zungas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É triste... eu sei.&lt;br /&gt;Prova disso e outro exemplo "a mão" É ESTE POST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incrível o que eu invento para contornar as coisas que tenho para fazer... Pffff...&lt;br /&gt;E desenganem-se se pensam que isto é só no estudo... Amigos... isto pode ir a afazeres, compromissos e até relações - Sofro do síndrome  "tudo para a última da hora".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois penso nisto e vem o "ai agora também não vais desesperar... Vais-te deitar, relaxas e amanhã acordas fresca das ideias, quem sabe até cedo, e começas o dia em condições"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro, eu também já sei que só vou largar isto, entenda-se "o mundo virtual" as quinhentas... E já me apanhei aqui agora a pensar no "epa podia retocar agora a côr do cabelo".... São 00:54!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conclusão:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Juízo?? Nenhum!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Solução?? Não encontro!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E agora? Agora olha... quando o desespero apertar mesmo entro na linha e resolvo... Funciona assim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shame xanitz, shame on you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-5481591781279383300?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/5481591781279383300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu-tou-pior.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/5481591781279383300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/5481591781279383300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu-tou-pior.html' title='Eu tou pior!'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-670975125094260011</id><published>2010-05-08T00:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T00:33:50.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Time out!</title><content type='html'>Bom, eis que dou por mim no meu quarto de pijama, toalha na cabeça, pantufas e.... uma mini a acompanhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"temos muito para organizar" - penso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convenhamos... ficar em casa foi sem dúvida o primeiro passo para.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Começa com Starálfur dos Sigur Rós…  Inicio com um “que bem que se está a caminhar com este tempo que nem chove, nem faz calor, nem faz frio.” Pensamento longe, com nada de especial ou de concreto, apenas atenta na magia do som que estes senhores criam e nas emoções que segundo a segundo vão despertando.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Depois, altera o “mood” para They gave you a heart, they gave you a name dos Ladytron... &lt;/span&gt; Alto - aqui fico mais introspectiva - o ipod confronta-me com outra realidade. Este álbum ouvi-o numa fase mais 8 ou 80 da minha vida, em viagens fora de hora a meio da noite, rumo a perdição, quase que perdida na tentação… Ainda assim, a medida que ouço, perco-me entre a música e as memória, entre a mensagem e a lição aprendida.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Bom, o ipod parece adivinhar e emenda a seguir com a Bright Lights dos meus Placebo. Aqui, confesso, sorri para ninguém e olhei ainda para o céu, a sorrir, antes de entrar no prédio. Este álbum apresenta igualmente uma fase da minha vida, um quanto posterior a anterior e bem mais leve… Placebo no entanto é o que eu chamo de “terapia” e não tenho como, (nem quero, não me atrevo e nem conseguiria) explicar o que isso poderá querer dizer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;O que eu chamo mesmo de “cereja no cimo o bolo” é a música com que me presenteia quando, no meu 11º andar e enquanto olho pelo meu terraço, me descalço – Galapogos dos Smashing Pumpkins… Ora música que ouvi e vivi, longos anos atrás, nesta mesma zona da cidade, neste mesmo bairro… E agora aqui, anos depois, nostálgica a olhar para a minha escola secundária e a lembrar quando era uma menina!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Agora permitam-me, há coisas fantásticas não há?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-8608559974869266408?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/8608559974869266408/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/04/magia-de-um-ipod.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/8608559974869266408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/8608559974869266408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/04/magia-de-um-ipod.html' title='magia de um ipod!'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-3781941480953111575</id><published>2010-04-16T00:39:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T01:09:53.464+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música :)'/><title type='text'>página em branco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho a história, tenho as personagens, tenho os factos, tenho os argumentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só me falta começar a escrever!&lt;br /&gt;E vontade não falta :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veremos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ANJb1dzNLXE&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ANJb1dzNLXE&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"intro" as "once upon a time"&lt;br /&gt;(que é bastante apropriada)&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/34592077-3781941480953111575?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/3781941480953111575/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/04/pagina-em-branco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/3781941480953111575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/3781941480953111575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/04/pagina-em-branco.html' title='página em branco'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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começar a "incomodar"... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Para quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Em cada tentativa minha, uma investida tua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(eu disse-te que estava bem sozinha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Com tanta mulher a tua volta, mas põe quantidade nisso... não, tinhas que parar logo a minha frente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Para?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ego ferido por ter alguém que não caiu a primeira ou a segunda investida??? Tão mítica e tão velha essa... Até cansa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Banalizar... banalizar... banalizar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Banalizaste as palavras... gastaste-as antes do tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disseste tudo o que eu queria ouvir, criaste situações lindas e dignas do "meu filme de cinema"... antes do tempo... tudo antes do tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hoje percebo que da mesma forma que quebraste as minhas defesas, deixaste-me revoltada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não me fizeste nada de especial, é certo... o meu lado drama queen está (e como está!) a gritar-te aos ouvidos e isso eu confesso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Porque?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Porque pela primeira vez percebi que... se não te falar, estranho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E repara que não me importa minimamente quem és ou o que fazes... Também não sou de me preocupar de onde vens ou onde estiveste ou até mesmo o que fizeste... Preocupa-me para onde vais - "Não me importa onde estiveste, desde que saibas para onde vais".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isto deve, digo eu, fazer-te confusão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Porque de tudo que "gosto" em ti... o que menos gosto, ou melhor dizendo, a que menos ligo e mais me deixa insegura, é essa tua parte que está tão exposta... Aliás de certo que já notaste o meu embaraço em algumas situações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enfim, não te conheço e contra mim mesma perdi a luta do não te querer conhecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não, não considero isto uma conquista... Não sei porquê!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Acho que não faço muito sentido naquilo que estou a escrever... Nem poderia... Estou contudo a tentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quero te dizer apenas que TU... tu tens aqui a bela oportunidade de parar com este "nada de nada" que parece um "tudo e tudo e tudo" se isso não passar de um capricho teu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Porque simplesmente não estás a ser rejeitado... Já chegaste até mim de certa forma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Este "tudo e tudo e tudo", deixa-me agora rapidamente recordar,... está presente nas entre-linhas, em meia dúzia de palavras, nas sms fora de hora, nos abraços e demonstrações loucas de puro afecto - tipicamente tuas acredito! -... deixa-me dizer-te que FOI AQUI que encontrei alguém dentro de ti fazia a diferença... na simplicidade das pequenas coisas. Sim, foi aqui que começaste a fazer-me sorrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas eu não sou essa princesa que tu insistes em ver, ou que se não vês, insistes em me fazer sentir... E ainda que não seja a tua intenção e seja somente uma má interpretação minha, o facto é que não sou! Não sou alguém especial. Como poderia ser? Baseado em quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pelo menos... não é nisso que eu acredito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(faz-me sentir que estão a insultar a minha inteligência... e repara como eu sei distinguir até certo ponto o racional do afectivo... Sei que há coisas que não se explicam, sentem-se... eu que o diga agora!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E agora... agora deu um nó! Ou seja... fodeu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E mais não digo... se é que disse alguma coisa... mas sinto que já te escrevi demais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aliás, digo sim... digo (sobria) que "gosto de ti" **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dQDd9FIBIFY&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dQDd9FIBIFY&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-865621821290240254?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/865621821290240254/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/04/estou-tentar-expulsar-te-antes-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/865621821290240254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/865621821290240254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/04/estou-tentar-expulsar-te-antes-de.html' title='Estou a tentar expulsar-te antes de realmente entrares...'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-5975923420416810411</id><published>2010-04-01T03:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T04:02:30.827+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de amigos'/><title type='text'>figurino errado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- De que vale a cena de cinema um dia sonhada se com o  figurino errado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-"Figurino errado?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Então, não vês?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Pára e procura as palavras correctas que a sustentem nesta teoria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Não? - &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;insiste ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Repara, se o filme é teu, se és inclusive autora e dona da própria história, diz-me: porque irias então escrever a história "errada"? Diz-me também se acreditas no que disseste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Ela nada pronuncia, encolhe os ombros e é absorvida pelo silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Nada temas.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; - acrescenta -&lt;/span&gt; Mesmo quando falhas estás a caminhar em frente, sabes bem disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Será que realmente estou? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Olha para trás e diz-me tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Antes que ela pudesse reagir, levou o braço ao ombro dela, apertou-o suavemente e olhou-a com ternura e firmeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Vive, caralho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sorriu-lhe, deu dois beijos na face e preparou-se para ir embora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Obrigado! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;- disse quando ele estaria já a abrir a porta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sem interromper o movimento de sair pela porta, volta-se e acrescenta amigavelment&lt;/span&gt;e - "Ora, ambos sabemos que eu não fiz rigorosamente nada. Beijo." - &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;fechando de seguida a porta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-5975923420416810411?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/5975923420416810411/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/04/figurino-errado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/5975923420416810411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/5975923420416810411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/04/figurino-errado.html' title='figurino errado'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-1975702022037863701</id><published>2010-03-31T00:24:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T00:38:41.176+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de amigos'/><title type='text'>Amigas Vs Amigos - "panadinhos"</title><content type='html'>Os meus amigos... porque é que eu gosto tanto de falar com eles???&lt;br /&gt;Porque são tão... ora vejam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... diz (23:59):&lt;br /&gt; mas andamento de uma semana nao e o mm que andamento de um ano&lt;br /&gt; mas voces mulheres nao sao mt boas a fazer panadinhos &lt;br /&gt;XanitZ diz (0:01):&lt;br /&gt; panadinhos???&lt;br /&gt;... diz (0:01):&lt;br /&gt; panadinhos e do genero&lt;br /&gt;... diz (0:02):&lt;br /&gt; pana de um lado, pana do outro e sai fora antes que estorique &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(eu aqui não me aguentei e tive que rir mesmo muito...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bandidos... tão sempre certos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que se quer reter e que seja minimamente útil ou didáctico:&lt;br /&gt;"Os homens são de facto melhores cozinheiros"... e depois desta não há quem me convença do contrário! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-1975702022037863701?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/1975702022037863701/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/03/amigas-vs-amigos-panadinhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/1975702022037863701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/1975702022037863701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/03/amigas-vs-amigos-panadinhos.html' title='Amigas Vs Amigos - &quot;panadinhos&quot;'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-4215346692796709411</id><published>2010-03-24T23:23:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-25T00:28:36.330Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de amigos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música :)'/><title type='text'>Protect me from what I want</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tenho algo mágico que puxa por mim... Mas já o referi anteriormente e não é a questão de hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hoje confessei-te, no meio de mais uns dos nossos súbitos desabafos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Não sei o que quero!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Porquê? Tens medo do quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Entretanto comecei a conduzir. Também eram já 21:30...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E agora... agora confesso que nem na altura nem agora encontro uma resposta aceitável, lógica ou até mesmo compreensível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Também me deixou a pensar uma parte anterior da conversa... Neste momento conseguiste pôr-me a olhar para mim mesma, através do exterior, numa perspectiva crítica. E estou, confesso outra vez, a tentar compreender se gosto de todo ou não do que vejo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Descobri parte da resposta e ainda estou a digeri-la. Esta será provavelmente a "boa" notícia.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, e como se estivéssemos ainda encostados aquele carro branco, rodo a cabeça para o meu lado esquerdo, onde tu estás, e elevando o olhar em direcção ao teu, esboço um sorriso. (Deverás ler aqui o meu sincero "obrigado... mais uma vez!".)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esta música ajudou-me... Entenderás certamente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fMf4xYVNZH0&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fMf4xYVNZH0&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the disease of the age&lt;br /&gt;It's the disease that we crave&lt;br /&gt;Alone at the end of the rave&lt;br /&gt;We catch the last bus home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corporate America wakes&lt;br /&gt;Coffee republic and cakes&lt;br /&gt;We open the latch on the gate&lt;br /&gt;Of the hole that we call our home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protect me from what I want...&lt;br /&gt;Protect me protect me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're victims of fate&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we'd celebrate&lt;br /&gt;We'd drink and get high until late&lt;br /&gt;And now we're all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding bells ain't gonna chime&lt;br /&gt;With both of us guilty of crime&lt;br /&gt;And both of us sentenced to time&lt;br /&gt;And now we're all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protect me from what I want...&lt;br /&gt;Protect me protect me&lt;br /&gt;Protect me from what I want...&lt;br /&gt;Protect me protect me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protect me from what I want...&lt;br /&gt;Protect me protect me&lt;br /&gt;Protect me from what I want...&lt;br /&gt;Protect me protect me&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/34592077-4215346692796709411?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/4215346692796709411/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/03/protect-me-from-what-i-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/4215346692796709411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/4215346692796709411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/03/protect-me-from-what-i-want.html' title='Protect me from what I want'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-9070022112653337638</id><published>2010-03-18T23:54:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-03-19T00:00:02.627Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Poderia pintar-te um quadro que não fosse o da minha realidade, cheio de cores e com tudo que gostas... Mas jamais o farei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Seria demasiado fácil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-9070022112653337638?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/9070022112653337638/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/03/poderia-pintar-te-um-quadro-que-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/9070022112653337638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/9070022112653337638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/03/poderia-pintar-te-um-quadro-que-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-7239197325849234508</id><published>2010-03-17T22:13:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-03-17T23:54:48.376Z</updated><title type='text'>estou bem sozinha, obrigado</title><content type='html'>Há coisas que, como costumo dizer e ouvir dizer entre amigos, só se conseguem "escrever" porque são de facto "paridas". Não são escritas de ânimo leve, são frases e parágrafos cheios de emoção e sentimentos muito nossos. Simultaneamente, são publicações  que consomem a minha (des)carga emocional de tal forma que, quando termino, sinto um equilíbrio um quanto bizarro e indescritível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deve ser por isso que, por vezes, irrita-me quando há falta de inspiração ou "motor" para uma explosão de palavras, mesmo sendo eu a drama queen que muitos conhecem. (E se calhar assim sou por estar a procura de um propósito para escrever... Não sei... Também não é o que me leva a escrever hoje.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li a instantes uma citação de um senhor que até nem é muito do meu leque de leituras, que passo a transcrever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;«A mulher que se beijou e não se teve, que se adivinhou e não se possuiu, transforma-se para nós numa obsessão, numa preocupação doentia»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-style: italic;" class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;Júlio Dantas&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;De acordo! Aliás, eu própria adapto isto ao sexo oposto (ao meu neste caso) onde sou (fui!) exemplo da mencionada obsessão ou preocupação doentia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recordo-me agora de um em particular....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Recordo-me da tua abordagem, bêbado, a procurar-me com uma desculpa diria um quanto precária... Era ainda meio da minha longa noite, daquelas minhas típicas saídas a noite "até o sol raiar" entre apenas amigos e com zero "filmes" (as que no final de contas, mais gosto!)! E tu, tu estavas decidido a não deixar passar a oportunidade de ir parar aonde eu estava. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Posso referir apenas um aspecto crucial?  Aquele de que simplesmente os nossos gostos, na generalidade, divergem?.. Ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O problema é que me conheces... conheces-me razoavelmente bem até. Sabes que sou tua amiga, o que estabeleci para mim mesma pouco depois de te conhecer e me passar a "ilusão" do "ou algo mais". Sabes ainda até que sou uma pessoa que, quando amiga, mesmo com todo o meu temperamento 8 ou 80, não falho. Entre tanta outra coisa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No entanto, criaste-me uma situação um quanto constrangedora. As bebidas deixam-te de facto bem disposto e isso contagia... mas ao mesmo tempo tiram-te qualquer linha de raciocínio apropriada antes de falares ou agires, como acontece com a maior parte das pessoas quando bebem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu queria ir embora, aliás concordamos com isso antes de sair sequer do bar. No meio da rua paraste-me para entrar num outro bar, ouvir a música dizias tu... Jamiroquai? Não lembro bem o que estava a dar. "Dá-me a mão, vamos só ouvir esta!!!"... E eu farta de ver que não era bar algum mas sim um daqueles locais abertos até as tantas onde se pode comer - nada de gente a dançar ou tão pouco lugar para se entrar e ouvir apenas uma música - decidi entrar para ver a tua reacção e, quanto mais cedo lá entrássemos, mais cedo sairíamos, mais cedo iria eu para casa. (pelo menos foi nisto que eu acreditei).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"só uma tosta mista... A menina faz em 2 minutos, não é?" e vira-se para a empregada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Venha a tosta mista!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Falaste-me de trás para a frente e de frente para trás em episódios pontuais, trocando-lhes até a ordem. Mantive-te no teu lugar. Provavelmente perdido no tempo, e numa linha de raciocínio que insisto frisar que não poderia sequer ser possível existir no teu estado, tentas, num piscar de olhos, me roubar um beijo sem sucesso. Expliquei-te que não. E daí, "memória para que te quero quando estou com os copos????" - fazes uma segunda investida... e até mesmo uma terceira. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alterei o meu tom e voltei a explicar, desta vez endureci e acrescentei um "Sabes por acaso se eu tenho alguém?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não ficaste sóbrio, mas acabei com grande parte da tua moca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tanta era a "vontade" que este pequeno pormenor (pequeno??) te tinha escapado. Aqui acredito que uma linha de raciocínio, ainda que leve, percorreu o teu cérebro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Consegui meter-te no teu lugar, não tardou estava eu em minha casa e o episódio encerrado." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um episódio, como digo, - que pode até ter sido isolado e acredito perfeitamente que tenha sido  - mas que elevou-me para um pensamento crítico sobre a "coisa".&lt;br /&gt;Esta citação reavivou-me o inédito das obsessões pelo que não se consegue ter, mesmo quando apenas "queremos por querer"... E lembrou-me igualmente a outra vertente - a exclusão ou despreocupação grosseira depois de já se conseguir ter/possuir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto, estas situações... endurecem-me perante a actual oferta e procura.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho uma forma muito própria de gerir o meu lado afectivo e emocional e sei que sou vítima da minha posição. Contudo, quanto mais vivo, menos consigo ser de outra forma. Há muito que aprendi a ser coerente comigo mesma e com o que sinto, ainda que o que sinta ou queira não seja tangível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É, e cada vez mais, com o peito cheio de ar e uma enorme convicção que digo e repito:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "Estou bem sozinha, obrigado."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/34592077-7239197325849234508?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/7239197325849234508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/03/estou-bem-sozinha-obrigado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/7239197325849234508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/7239197325849234508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/03/estou-bem-sozinha-obrigado.html' title='estou bem sozinha, obrigado'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-6891468489999802537</id><published>2010-03-14T16:55:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-14T17:13:49.520Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Citações'/><title type='text'>O que Une uma Mulher a um Homem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="maintext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"O que une uma mulher a um homem não passa por nada do que aparentemente vale. Passa por onde? Não, não: pode não ser por aí, embora seja fundamentalmente por aí. Porque mesmo aí outros poderiam cumprir melhor, com o acréscimo do resto. Há uma falha (uma falta) essencial na mulher que só um certo homem pode preencher. E não é necessariamente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;essa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;. O mais misterioso no domínio das relações é o que se situa nas relações amorosas. Ou seja no que há de mais íntimo, essencial, primeiro do ser humano. Um labregório qualquer, torto, bronco, cabeçudo, pode ser amado pela mulher mais divinal e inteligente e ilustrada e refinada de figura. Haverá, pois, para o homem dois mundos que não comunicam entre si e que se separam na porta do quarto. Poucos são os que a atravessam em glória — idos da rua ou para a rua." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vergílio Ferreira, in 'Conta-Corrente 1'&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/34592077-6891468489999802537?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/6891468489999802537/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-que-une-uma-mulher-um-homem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/6891468489999802537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/6891468489999802537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-que-une-uma-mulher-um-homem.html' title='O que Une uma Mulher a um Homem'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-3243881989356844492</id><published>2010-03-12T00:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-12T01:08:30.915Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Citações'/><title type='text'>Uma Mulher sem Areia Nenhuma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" class="maintext"&gt;"Tenho o santo horror da frieza calculada, da boa educação, do prudente juízo duma mulher. Aos homens pertence tudo isso, e a mulher deve ser muito feminina, muito espontânea, muito cheia de pequeninos nadas que encantem e que embalem. Meu amigo, se esperas ter uma mulher sem areia nenhuma, morres de aborrecimento e de frio ao pé dela e não será com certeza ao pé de mim... Comigo hás-de ter sempre que pensar e que fazer. Hás-de rir das minhas tolices, hás-de ralhar quando elas passarem a disparates (hão-de ser pequeninos...) e hás-de gostar mais de mim assim, do que se eu fosse a própria deusa Minerva com todo o juízo que todos os deuses lhe deram."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;" class="maintext"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt;Florbela Espanca, in "Correspondência (1920)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-3243881989356844492?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/3243881989356844492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/03/uma-mulher-sem-areia-nenhuma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/3243881989356844492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/3243881989356844492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/03/uma-mulher-sem-areia-nenhuma.html' title='Uma Mulher sem Areia Nenhuma'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-6452467599815643731</id><published>2010-03-04T01:33:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-03-04T02:42:48.545Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out of real life'/><title type='text'>Deixa-me fantasiar um pouco isto, posso?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Deixa-me fantasiar um pouco isto, posso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Foram apenas 2 palavras... 2...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Mas posso, nem que só por esta noite, adormecer a fantasiar que ainda entras na minha vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Que o desencontro é apenas isso, um desencontro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Que sentes, como eu, em cada "refresh" a ansiedade de um sinal... alguma coisa??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Que o "não me importa de onde vens desde que saibas para onde vais" ainda tenha qualquer significado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Deixa-me dizer-te então, nesta fantasia, que tenho saudades tuas. Tenho saudades de te ver... de ouvir a tua voz... do teu olhar. Gosto do teu olhar, ainda lembras?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Deixa-me com isto fantasiar que te estou a escrever neste momento e que serás a última pessoa com quem comunico hoje e que igualmente serás a primeira pessoa com quem irei comunicar quando acordar... como aconteceu dias e dias... Que praticamente adormeço e acordo contigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Quero fantasiar aquilo que senti quando te conheci e quando ainda te estava a conhecer melhor dia após dia... Era bom e preenchia-me! Gostava de me sentir, hoje, desnorteada outra vez como me senti quando te encontrei nos bares pela primeira vez... uma menina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Agora... Está a chover e tenho de me ir embora. Mas antes de ir, levas-me ao metro? Assim num abraço desengonçado, mas firme, que me faz segura. Guia-me pelos mesmos atalhos... Seguimos então, eu enfiada o maximo possivel dentro do meu casaco mas sempre envolvida no teu abraço, e tu a segurar ainda o guarda-chuva com a outra mão. Trocamos poucas palavras. Um "não queria ir embora, sabes?" devia estar escrito na minha testa. O longo caminho parece curto e rapidamente chegamos ao metro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Vou neste, bom jantar logo..." são as palavras que sei dizer neste momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;O metro chega e aproximo-me mais para me despedir... Debaixo do guarda-chuva e num acto inesperado roubas-me o primeiro beijo e numa fracção de segundos estou já dentro do metro... Desta vez não equacionei sair... acredito que não cheguei sequer a partir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou dormir.&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã estarei certamente no meu mundo real e isto será o que acabei de mencionar, uma fantasia. :)&lt;br /&gt;Mas se há coisa boa no mal de sabermos pensar demais, é justamente o podermos jogar com isso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijava-te amigavelmente na testa, agora que regresso deste pequeno devaneio!&lt;br /&gt;É com agrado que constato seres uma inspiração para este post :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-6452467599815643731?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/6452467599815643731/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/03/deixa-me-fantasiar-um-pouco-isto-posso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/6452467599815643731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/6452467599815643731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/03/deixa-me-fantasiar-um-pouco-isto-posso.html' title='Deixa-me fantasiar um pouco isto, posso?'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-3679707072038095273</id><published>2010-03-02T01:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-02T01:23:17.081Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música :)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wak9vUg0MO8&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wak9vUg0MO8&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que somzão :)&lt;br /&gt;...alto video e alta performance do Sr Chris Corner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;IMPEC!&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/34592077-3679707072038095273?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/3679707072038095273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/03/que-somzao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/3679707072038095273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/3679707072038095273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/03/que-somzao.html' title=''/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-2602894709616840754</id><published>2010-02-28T23:04:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-01T00:37:52.416Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música :)'/><title type='text'>Back to my game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/S4r_tYsfjvI/AAAAAAAAANg/keiEruBlcak/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 96px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/S4r_tYsfjvI/AAAAAAAAANg/keiEruBlcak/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443444254818930418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o fim do mês de Fevereiro, acaba uma etapa e começa outra.&lt;br /&gt;Acabou o primeiro semestre... Acabaram os exames...&lt;br /&gt;Mais que isso, acabou uma fase!&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que estive, mais até nas últimas semanas, em fase de adaptação a algumas mudanças na minha vida, várias delas impostas por mim mesma. Algumas pequenas, muito pequenas mesmo, outras grandes... algumas sentimentais, amorosas e até profissionais.&lt;br /&gt;Não por saber de todo o que quero... mas justamente por saber o que não quero! O que não quero para mim, para a minha vida ou no meu dia a dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como em qualquer projecto... terminada a fase de testes e sendo o resultado satisfatório - passamos a implementação :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, voltando ao "my game" - é com ansiedade que tenho acompanhado estas últimas semanas. Ando surpreendida comigo mesma em muita coisa e do "nada" comecei a desbloquear e a não complicar muitas situações. Do "nada" porque não foi tão fácil quanto as palavras querem parecer e parte de mim ficou de facto pelo caminho, mas conclui ser uma parte que já não me interessava ou me fizesse sequer falta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuam a faltar coisas... coisas bem necessárias e elementares. Haha, sim, continua a faltar o homem do cavalo branco. Mas conclui que de nada vale a pena ficar a espera de braços cruzados e a ver a vida passar só porque não chegam. Ou então procura-las nos locais errados -Não! Consigo muito bem avançar sozinha com muitos outros projectos e sentir-me bem comigo mesma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperei tempo demais pelo "ideal". Enquanto esperei pouco ou nada fiz. Enquanto esperei sinto até que pouco vivi... sabendo certamente que vivi e bem, mas sempre a faltar "um danoninho"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não falo de andar mal ou coisa que se pareça... falo daquilo que quero para mim e do balanço que faço disso - entre o que queria e o que obtive. Porque de fora continuo a acreditar que quem me vê fica pela menina sorridente sempre pronta para uma festa e bem sucedida no trabalho, com acessos de drama pontuais e formatada para o romantismo! LOL eu sei, eu sei... Mas a menina é apenas a fachada de uma mulher com muito mais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De qualquer forma, o que me importa neste momento é ter descoberto uma pequena parte dentro de mim que... sem nada faz tudo! Não vou conseguir exprimir isto melhor... Nem sei ou tão pouco me preocupo se isto faz sequer algum sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou feliz... A expressão "o céu é o limite" tem outro sabor, sabem? :) Gostava que muitos pudessem entender o que estou aqui a tentar dizer, aliás alguns de facto vão entender... Mas os que não entendem, pa, é bom! É mesmo bom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou de facto feliz! :) Mas, como sempre, quero mais! :) E estou a fazer por mais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só para dizer que voltei, em grande, para tudo aquilo que a vida me tiver a proporcionar e para tudo aquilo que eu quero dela :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma musica do CD que não para de rolar aqui deste lado... once again... que posso eu fazer? Não vai de encontro ao que eu escrevi, mas adoro a música! E é o que estou a ouvir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7f-SyXnvUY8&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7f-SyXnvUY8&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-2602894709616840754?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/2602894709616840754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/02/back-to-my-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/2602894709616840754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/2602894709616840754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/02/back-to-my-game.html' title='Back to my game'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/S4r_tYsfjvI/AAAAAAAAANg/keiEruBlcak/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-2806494329685823386</id><published>2010-02-23T01:25:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-23T01:30:18.302Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música :)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M2MJVD-u6E8&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M2MJVD-u6E8&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;simplesmente lindo :)&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/34592077-2806494329685823386?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/2806494329685823386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/02/simplesmente-lindo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/2806494329685823386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/2806494329685823386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/02/simplesmente-lindo.html' title=''/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-5542047074589351727</id><published>2010-02-22T00:06:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-02-22T00:42:30.641Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de amigos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música :)'/><title type='text'>"vapt vupt"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Pertencem a 2 mundos opostos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cruzaram-se no acaso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atraíram-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Envolveram-se genuinamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;... e nunca mais se falaram!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Histórias que constantemente ouvimos ou até mesmo já vivemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, também pergunto, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;quem disse que os opostos se atraem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta música em particular, que eu adoro, remete-me a uma descrição visual idêntica a um episódio que vivi e que me está bem presente na memória... Relembrado unicamente num desabafo de uma pessoa que me é próxima, que está actualmente nesse mesmo ponto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para MIM, para TI e para TODOS os que se encontram ou se identificam nas palavras /entre-linhas do que escrevi... fica uma música! E que música!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dQDd9FIBIFY&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dQDd9FIBIFY&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look good in leather in bars,&lt;br /&gt;Breaking things, breaking hearts.&lt;br /&gt;You look good in pleasure, in hotels.&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness is the key to break that spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am terrified, I think too much,&lt;br /&gt;I get emotional when I drink too much,&lt;br /&gt;I buy every cry, cause I don't trust,&lt;br /&gt;I am terrified, I think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your blood, the fetish&lt;br /&gt;The prize of a million teasing moments blind&lt;br /&gt;Will release you from the circus, the railway&lt;br /&gt;But the gravity between us will keep us safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am terrified, I think too much,&lt;br /&gt;I get emotional when I drink too much,&lt;br /&gt;I buy every cry, cause I don't trust,&lt;br /&gt;I am terrified!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am terrified, I think too much,&lt;br /&gt;I get emotional when I drink too much,&lt;br /&gt;I buy every cry, cause I don't trust,&lt;br /&gt;I am terrified!&lt;br /&gt;I am terrified!&lt;br /&gt;I am terrified!&lt;br /&gt;Cause I drink too much,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I drank too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ps - particularmente, mando esta música directamente para "ti", sem que o saibas ou que algum dia a recebas... é-me apenas suficiente a intenção! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-5542047074589351727?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/5542047074589351727/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/02/vapt-vupt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/5542047074589351727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/5542047074589351727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/02/vapt-vupt.html' title='&quot;vapt vupt&quot;'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-893744203384500034</id><published>2010-02-18T22:45:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-18T23:02:57.845Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música :)'/><title type='text'>open your eyes... "EU VOU"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MxLta7MpcQw&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MxLta7MpcQw&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...tell me that you'll open your eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU VOU!&lt;br /&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/34592077-893744203384500034?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-1337680337765045711</id><published>2010-02-08T22:11:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:17:43.356Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intimidades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música :)'/><title type='text'>My tiger, my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Curioso é que a história já estava escrita...&lt;br /&gt;Para o meu Tiger... aonde quer que ele esteja neste momento!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zGzTM31eDPc&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zGzTM31eDPc&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As sweet as a plum&lt;br /&gt;And lovely as dawn&lt;br /&gt;Rolling its tongue over its gums&lt;br /&gt;Like tiger and me&lt;br /&gt;As happy as could be&lt;br /&gt;Sat out on the porch&lt;br /&gt;As the whole of the sky&lt;br /&gt;Clouds quietly over&lt;br /&gt;And it starts to cry&lt;br /&gt;Softly on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;We don't want to grow up&lt;br /&gt;But we have to grow up&lt;br /&gt;As sad as I am&lt;br /&gt;I do understand&lt;br /&gt;I do understand,&lt;br /&gt;It just makes me sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tiger my heart&lt;br /&gt;We're growing apart&lt;br /&gt;We're trying to be friends&lt;br /&gt;But it's hard sometimes&lt;br /&gt;To be friends with something&lt;br /&gt;That eats butterflies&lt;br /&gt;And pencil sharpeners&lt;br /&gt;And i think it would be&lt;br /&gt;Happier being free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tiger my friend&lt;br /&gt;My little godsend&lt;br /&gt;I know someday we'll be happy again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-1337680337765045711?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/1337680337765045711/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-tiger-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/1337680337765045711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/1337680337765045711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-tiger-my-heart.html' title='My tiger, my heart'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-2817524104219076358</id><published>2010-02-06T19:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-06T19:11:14.351Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Citações'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;"Há pessoas que simplesmente nunca entram no palco das nossas vidas, mas estão constantemente nos bastidores... por essas, num outro contexto, certamente nos apaixonaríamos em menos de 1 segundo! :) Eu o faria!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-2817524104219076358?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/2817524104219076358/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/02/ha-pessoas-que-simplesmente-nunca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/2817524104219076358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/2817524104219076358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/02/ha-pessoas-que-simplesmente-nunca.html' title=''/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-7220833003590645252</id><published>2010-02-04T23:46:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:47:23.825Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Se eu sou poeta, não serás tu a minha poesia???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-7220833003590645252?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/7220833003590645252/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/02/se-eu-sou-poeta-nao-seras-tu-minha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/7220833003590645252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/7220833003590645252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/02/se-eu-sou-poeta-nao-seras-tu-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-2867000968457235597</id><published>2010-02-04T23:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:15:22.965Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música :)'/><title type='text'>Explosions in the sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w0o8JCxjjpM&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w0o8JCxjjpM&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adoro!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho um elevado fascínio por este tipo de bandas... Que nos fazem viajar através da melodia, toda ela só instrumental... e tuuuuudo que são capazes de nos fazer sentir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/34592077-2867000968457235597?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/2867000968457235597/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/02/explosions-in-sky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/2867000968457235597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/2867000968457235597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/02/explosions-in-sky.html' title='Explosions in the sky'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-6283746253562184960</id><published>2010-02-03T00:15:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-03T00:30:23.815Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'>Confesso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...é nestas alturas que sou egoísta ao ponto de&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; nunca&lt;/span&gt; os querer deixar partir... e me esqueço do quanto poderá custar "o ficar"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas porque tentei transportar esta minha realidade para a tua... que é no mínimo incoerente e contraditória!!! Pela primeira vez sinto-a, em todo o lado, - a impotencia de sermos humanos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-6283746253562184960?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/6283746253562184960/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/02/confesso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/6283746253562184960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/6283746253562184960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/02/confesso.html' title='Confesso...'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-3776464153340560568</id><published>2010-02-01T02:08:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:29:49.215Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passagens'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Mantenho-me de lado, incapaz de fazer alguma coisa para além de observar, é uma provação, mas não digo uma palavra. De qualquer maneira, a minha natureza é de estilo silencioso. Quando criança, consideravam-me respeitadora; quando jovem chamavam-me discreta. Mais tarde, pensavam que tinha a sabedoria que só a maturidade traz. Hoje em dia o silêncio é visto como algo de estranho, e grande parte da minha raça esqueceu a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beleza de dizer muito ao falar pouco&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LOVE", Toni Morrison&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-3776464153340560568?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/3776464153340560568/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/02/mantenho-me-de-lado-incapaz-de-fazer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/3776464153340560568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/3776464153340560568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/02/mantenho-me-de-lado-incapaz-de-fazer.html' title=''/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-6128893369704433499</id><published>2010-01-25T23:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-25T23:19:50.280Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música :)'/><title type='text'>Don't You Forget About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nrqdaLQAisg&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nrqdaLQAisg&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey ,hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ohhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come see about me?&lt;br /&gt;I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me your troubles and doubts&lt;br /&gt;Giving me everything inside and out and&lt;br /&gt;Love's strange so real in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Think of the tender things that we were working on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow change may pull us apart&lt;br /&gt;When the light gets into your heart, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't You Forget About Me&lt;br /&gt;Don't Don't Don't Don't&lt;br /&gt;Don't You Forget About Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you stand above me?&lt;br /&gt;Look my way, never love me&lt;br /&gt;Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling&lt;br /&gt;Down, down, down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you recognise me?&lt;br /&gt;Call my name or walk on by&lt;br /&gt;Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling&lt;br /&gt;Down, down, down, down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you try to pretend&lt;br /&gt;It's my feeling we'll win in the end&lt;br /&gt;I won't harm you or touch your defenses&lt;br /&gt;Vanity and security&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you forget about me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby&lt;br /&gt;Going to take you apart&lt;br /&gt;I'll put us back together at heart, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't You Forget About Me&lt;br /&gt;Don't Don't Don't Don't&lt;br /&gt;Don't You Forget About Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you walk on by&lt;br /&gt;Will you call my name?&lt;br /&gt;As you walk on by&lt;br /&gt;Will you call my name?&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or will you walk away?&lt;br /&gt;Will you walk on by?&lt;br /&gt;Come on - call my name&lt;br /&gt;Will you all my name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say :&lt;br /&gt;La la la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-6128893369704433499?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/6128893369704433499/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-you-forget-about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/6128893369704433499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/6128893369704433499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-you-forget-about-me.html' title='Don&apos;t You Forget About Me'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-892499743531721062</id><published>2010-01-04T22:07:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:30:39.540Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música :)'/><title type='text'>And I knew...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lyWUpZSinu0&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lyWUpZSinu0&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... That you meant it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-892499743531721062?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/892499743531721062/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-i-knew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/892499743531721062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/892499743531721062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-i-knew.html' title='And I knew...'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-4946758696311556173</id><published>2010-01-03T23:34:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:31:51.817Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música :)'/><title type='text'>BELIEVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/S0EuF8JbB-I/AAAAAAAAANY/x0MjihowCao/s1600-h/believe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/S0EuF8JbB-I/AAAAAAAAANY/x0MjihowCao/s400/believe.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422666105910659042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Quero acreditar... quero crer... quero ter fé... quero pensar... quero julgar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Quero tudo isso sem ser questionada senão pela minha própria pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Acreditar é simplesmente algo que muitos de nós hoje em dia põe de parte, minimiza e evita... Acreditar em algo ou até mesmo em alguém é o começo... É partir muitas vezes rumo ao desconhecido apenas com as nossas convicções e instintos! É muito mais do que conseguimos sequer imaginar ou descrever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E eu... eu acredito! Até mesmo quando é contra tudo ou todos, acredito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Quando é mesmo difícil de acreditar? Eu acredito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Só quero continuar assim... a ser quem sou... sem questões... Apenas eu e o meu "acreditar"!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Existem coisas mágicas nesta vida que só acontecem quando conseguimos acreditar nelas, mesmo quando já estão totalmente desacreditadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4xLdpM01inM&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4xLdpM01inM&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't need to be anything other than a prison guard's son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't need to be anything other than a specialist's son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't have to be anyone other than a birth of two souls in one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Part of where I'm going is knowing where I'm coming from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want to be anything other than what I've been tryin to be lately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All I have to do is think of me and have peace of mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wonder what I gotta do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or who I'm supposed to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want to be anything other than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm surrounded by liars everywhere I turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm surrounded by impostors everywhere I turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm surrounded by identity crisis everywhere I turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm the only one who's noticed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't be the only one who's learned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All I have to do is think of me and have peace of mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wonder what I gotta do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or who I'm supposed to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want to be anything other than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can I have everyone's attention please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if you're not like this and that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're gonna have to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I came from the mountains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the crust of creation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My whole situation made from clay dust stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and now I'm telling everybody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All I have to do is think of me and have peace of mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wonder what I gotta to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or who I'm supposed to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want to be anything other than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I DONT WANNA BE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I DONT WANNA BE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I DONT WANNA BE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I DONT WANNA BE ANYTHING...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ANYTHING OTHER THAN ME...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't wanna be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dont't wanna be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't wanna be ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='BELIEVE'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/S0EuF8JbB-I/AAAAAAAAANY/x0MjihowCao/s72-c/believe.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-807923644320971741</id><published>2010-01-01T23:05:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:32:57.317Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>meu 2010</title><content type='html'>Ano novo... Vida nova...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o que dizem... eu contudo prefiro continuar a minha em espiral ascendente como foi em 2009...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuar o "bom trabalho" que tenho feito de mim e para mim :)&lt;br /&gt;Continuar a concretizar os meus projectos... continuar a conseguir vencer e superar os meus objectivos.&lt;br /&gt;Continuar junto e próximo dos meus... com o meu mundinho.&lt;br /&gt;Continuar em frente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida nova, aprendi algures no passado, é quando quisermos... No entanto, a todos que carecem de mudança... Aproveitem o belo do "ano novo, vida nova" e agarrem esta vida :) Injectem uma dose quanto baste de ambição - querer mais ou melhor eleva-nos ao patamar do nosso melhor potencial (e isto aplica-se a tudo)! Com uma pitada de determinação temos a receita perfeita ;)&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que sempre que damos o nosso melhor, mesmo que não resulte, melhor do que foi não poderia ter sido, e aqui vivemos em sintonia com a nossa consciência... e avançamos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A todos os meus... um excelente 2010 :)&lt;br /&gt;Aqui vamos nós!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-807923644320971741?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/807923644320971741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/01/meu-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/807923644320971741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/807923644320971741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2010/01/meu-2010.html' title='meu 2010'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-4834585859456822904</id><published>2009-12-30T22:30:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:42:39.871Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intimidades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinema'/><title type='text'>Transformers 2 :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Temos esta....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ysSxxIqKNN0&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ysSxxIqKNN0&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas somos muito mais esta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5w6FLMPtGa4&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5w6FLMPtGa4&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  love that movie!!&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/34592077-4834585859456822904?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/4834585859456822904/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/12/transformers-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/4834585859456822904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/4834585859456822904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/12/transformers-2.html' title='Transformers 2 :)'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-8931684132924553416</id><published>2009-12-30T00:04:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-12-30T01:23:25.937Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intimidades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de amigos'/><title type='text'>"Se te dissesse que...</title><content type='html'>... és a pessoa constantemente ausente que mais presente está na minha vida... acreditavas?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje falei-te como não falava faz já algum tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Temos, sempre tivemos, este nosso relacionamento saudável e questionável pela realidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chamo-te meu psicólogo quando decerto nunca o serás - "Gosto demais de ti para ser teu psicólogo" disseste-me uma vez... e eticamente tal pratica seria inexequível. Porém, és tu quem procuro! Ainda que tenha o meu leque de amigos, e já aconteceu ter também um companheiro, existiu sempre aquela necessidade de seres tu a "minha pessoa" em determinadas situações (e foste!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuro-te em muitas pessoas que conheço e vou conhecendo... sem qualquer margem para o sucesso. Tal é a admiração e cumplicidade que creio apenas serem possíveis e consequentes do contexto em que estamos os dois inseridos. Não conseguimos até hoje encontrar outra justificação... pelo que é este o fundamento da nossa história :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos duas pessoas que eu arrisco dizer uma "água" e outra "vinho", sem mistura possível, mas cujas experiências se complementam. Somos algo desse género onde só me ocorre agora o termo "juntar o útil ao agradável"... hm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, dei por mim sentada em frente ao portátil, sorridente e nostálgica, a pensar nisto! Enfim, coisas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero dizer-te, uma vez mais, que insisto que permaneças aí! Longe e ao mesmo tempo próximo, intangível e praticamente virtual!&lt;br /&gt;Quero dizer-te, provavelmente pela primeira vez, que existe aqui dentro um lugarzinho que apenas é teu e insubstituível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quem lê isto, quero apenas dizer que isto será certamente apenas uma das melhores demonstrações de afecto por uma pessoa que faz a diferença na minha vida por ser simplesmente meu amigo ou indo mais longe, "a minha pessoa" :)&lt;br /&gt;E isto não tem um pingo de sentimentalismo ou coisa equivalente... hahahah, just in case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado Driven :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para nós - e passando sempre pela música - remember this? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1NkBFwGvh2I&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1NkBFwGvh2I&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro... A música tem o  poder de uma confidencialidade extrema, contudo, esta em particular,  na parte do "&lt;span&gt;Here's one to you, for walking in my shoes" não há margem para erro na interpretação! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-8931684132924553416?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/8931684132924553416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/12/se-te-dissesse-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/8931684132924553416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/8931684132924553416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/12/se-te-dissesse-que.html' title='&quot;Se te dissesse que...'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-3783903065564734622</id><published>2009-12-21T02:00:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:37:16.815Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Citações'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intimidades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música :)'/><title type='text'>"A Admiração é a Primeira de Todas as Paixões"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando o primeiro contacto com algum objecto nos surpreende e o consideramos novo ou muito diferente do que conhecíamos antes ou então do que supunhamos que ele devia ser, isso faz que o admiremos e fiquemos espantados com ele. E como tal coisa pode acontecer antes que saibamos de alguma forma se esse objecto nos é conveniente ou não, a admiração parece-me ser a primeira de todas as paixões. E ela não tem contrário, porque, se o objecto que se apresenta nada tiver em si que nos surpreenda, não somos emocionados por ele e consideramo-lo sem paixão."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="maintext"&gt;&lt;i&gt;René Descartes, in 'As Paixões da Alma'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="maintext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sem dúvida que adoro a parte do "antes que saibamos de alguma forma se... a admiração parece-me ser a primeira de todas as paixões." - Encaixa tão bem no meu mundinho e na mia forma de ver as coisas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="maintext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;É contudo uma citação que todos lemos e nos identificamos, ou pelo menos quero eu acreditar que assim o seja. Porque isto - ver as coisas assim - é lindo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="maintext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ou estarei eu a fazer uma leitura sentida do mesmo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="maintext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="maintext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E hoje, para acabar, vou ainda meter aqui uma musiquinha que também encaixa no meu mundinho. Que simplesmente adoro e só hoje descobri que era destes senhores! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="maintext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-ozN068aZg4&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-ozN068aZg4&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="maintext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ps - psiu, depois desta obviamente que saquei de imediato o CD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-3783903065564734622?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/3783903065564734622/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/12/admiracao-e-primeira-de-todas-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/3783903065564734622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/3783903065564734622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/12/admiracao-e-primeira-de-todas-as.html' title='&quot;A Admiração é a Primeira de Todas as Paixões&quot;'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-1456834884889835952</id><published>2009-12-17T00:27:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:38:33.397Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música :)'/><title type='text'>Não sei o que se passa com as pessoas de hoje em dia...</title><content type='html'>... não me parecem determinadas.&lt;br /&gt;... não me parecem motivadas.&lt;br /&gt;... não me parecem confiantes.&lt;br /&gt;... não me parecem competitivas.&lt;br /&gt;... não me parecem minimamente ambiciosas.&lt;br /&gt;... não me parecem sequer pessoas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desistem antes de tentar! Criam objectivos, traçam planos para si próprias e simplesmente desistem... uma por uma... dia após dia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal o que é que está a falhar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas coisas deixam-me a pensar... cada vez menos consigo sequer ser assim! Cada vez menos entendo quem consiga ser assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas alguma se passa com as pessoas de hoje em dia e receio não conseguir com toda a minha convicção descobrir o que possa ser! Nem tão pouco consigo escrever alguma coisinha mais sobre isto!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só espero que não seja uma pandemia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... e dito isto só me ocorre uma música (porque a música vai bem com tudo)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YR6fAPS2aKI&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YR6fAPS2aKI&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna scream, I wanna shout&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know what it's all about&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it before but not like this&lt;br /&gt;I saw your name, it was on the list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 4 O'Clock (It's gonna change)&lt;br /&gt;You were pretty high (It's gonna change)&lt;br /&gt;Right on the floor (It's gonna change)&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the sky (It's gonna change)&lt;br /&gt;I remember you (It's gonna change)&lt;br /&gt;When you were a kid (It's gonna change)&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty strange (It's gonna change)&lt;br /&gt;And things you did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to pull yourself together man&lt;br /&gt;You've got to get back on your feet again&lt;br /&gt;How can I ever make you understand&lt;br /&gt;You've got the world right in your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cold heart could turn away&lt;br /&gt;And not be moved by what I saw today&lt;br /&gt;There on the floor, thirty years or more&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't care, he just wants to score&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 4 O'Clock (It's gonna change)&lt;br /&gt;You were pretty high (It's gonna change)&lt;br /&gt;Right on the floor (It's gonna change)&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the sky (It's gonna change)&lt;br /&gt;I remember you (It's gonna change)&lt;br /&gt;When you were a kid (It's gonna change)&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty strange (It's gonna change)&lt;br /&gt;And things you did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to pull yourself together man&lt;br /&gt;You've got to get back on your feet again&lt;br /&gt;How can I ever make you understand&lt;br /&gt;You've got the world right in your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to pull yourself together man&lt;br /&gt;You've got to get back on your feet again&lt;br /&gt;How can I ever make you understand&lt;br /&gt;You've got the world right in your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet it only seems just like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;We used to run and hide&lt;br /&gt;Remember in the park where we used to play&lt;br /&gt;The grass looked ten foot high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to pull yourself together man&lt;br /&gt;You've got to get back on your feet again&lt;br /&gt;How can I ever make you understand&lt;br /&gt;You've got the world right in your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to pull yourself together man&lt;br /&gt;You've got to get back on your feet again&lt;br /&gt;How can I ever make you understand&lt;br /&gt;You've got the world right in your hands&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/34592077-1456834884889835952?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/1456834884889835952/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/12/nao-sei-o-que-se-passa-com-as-pessoas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/1456834884889835952'/><link rel='self' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música :)'/><title type='text'>Até onde nos leva a música...</title><content type='html'>E assim de repente, hoje, dei por mim sentada no carro em pleno transito, a ouvir algumas musicas no meu ipod que me lembram o "nosso" cantinho...&lt;br /&gt;Sim, esse!&lt;br /&gt;Tempos que ficaram algures pela história, sendo que só agora começo a perceber e interiorizar isso... Caramba, como é possível? Por mais voltas que desse, era ali que cedo ou tarde, iríamos parar, sem marcação ou preocupação nesse sentido. Nada!.. Era aparecer, e voilá!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dei por mim a enumerar e a recordar várias músicas que me lembram tanto as noites e noites que passamos lá... sem qualquer ordem específica, apenas as NOSSAS músicas no NOSSO cantinho =)&lt;br /&gt;Não teria tempo e cabeça para as enumerar a todas... mas fica esta! Esta que sem qualquer margem de dúvida, e esteja eu onde estiver a ouvi-la, remete-me o pensamento automaticamente para aquele lugar - agora decerto, tão nosso, tão único e tão intangível a qualquer outra pessoa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/86GQf4F8htI&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/86GQf4F8htI&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-7134346928780578541?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/7134346928780578541/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/12/ate-onde-nos-leva-musica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/7134346928780578541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/7134346928780578541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/12/ate-onde-nos-leva-musica.html' title='Até onde nos leva a música...'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-7176415661234620044</id><published>2009-12-15T02:34:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-15T02:38:52.160Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música :)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MFm05vJR6zU&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MFm05vJR6zU&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... deles só conheço esta música e adoro!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/magicmagicband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/34592077-7176415661234620044?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/7176415661234620044/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/7176415661234620044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/7176415661234620044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-2794413683433974065</id><published>2009-12-14T11:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-14T11:05:46.005Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;... não me interessa onde já estiveste, mas sim para onde vais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-2794413683433974065?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/2794413683433974065/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/2794413683433974065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/2794413683433974065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-6283712982537753528</id><published>2009-12-13T22:08:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:26:48.966Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Citações'/><title type='text'>O presente inexistente</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="maintext"&gt;"Nunca nos detemos no momento presente. Antecipamos o futuro que nos tarda, como para lhe apressar o curso; ou evocamos o passado que nos foge, como para o deter: tão imprudentes, que andamos errando nos tempos que não são nossos, e não pensamos no único que nos pertence; e tão vãos, que pensamos naqueles que não são nada, e deixamos escapar sem reflexão o único que subsiste. É que o presente, em geral, fere-nos. Escondemo-lo à nossa vista porque nos aflige; e se nos é agradável, lamentamos vê-lo fugir. Tentamos segurá-lo pelo futuro, e pensamos em dispor as coisas que não estão na nossa mão, para um tempo a que não temos garantia alguma de chegar.&lt;br /&gt;Examine cada um os seus pensamentos, e há-de encontrá-los todos ocupados no passado ou no futuro. Quase não pensamos no presente; e, se pensamos, é apenas para à luz dele dispormos o futuro. Nunca o presente é o nosso fim: o passado e o presente são meios, o fim é o futuro. Assim, nunca vivemos, mas esperamos viver; e, preparando-nos sempre para ser felizes, é inevitável que nunca o sejamos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="maintext"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Blaise Pascal, in "Pensamentos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="maintext"&gt;&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/34592077-6283712982537753528?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/6283712982537753528/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-presente-inexistente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/6283712982537753528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/6283712982537753528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-presente-inexistente.html' title='O presente inexistente'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-7437011423621733822</id><published>2009-12-13T21:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:50:33.018Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>já chega de PRETO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-7437011423621733822?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/7437011423621733822/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/12/ja-chega-de-preto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/7437011423621733822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/7437011423621733822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/12/ja-chega-de-preto.html' title=''/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-1026427297459044169</id><published>2009-12-06T17:02:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-06T18:39:24.731Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Citações'/><title type='text'>Sonhos sem Ilusões</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Saber não ter ilusões é absolutamente necessário para se poder ter sonhos. Atingirás assim o ponto supremo da abstenção sonhadora, onde os sentimentos se mesclam, os sentimentos se extravasam, as ideias se interpenetram. Assim como as cores e os sons sabem uns a outros, os ódios sabem a amores, e as coisas concretas a abstractas, e as abstractas a concretas. Quebram-se os laços que, ao mesmo tempo que ligavam tudo, separavam tudo, isolando cada elemento. Tudo se funde e confunde."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Fernando Pessoa, in "O Livro do Desassossego"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/34592077-1026427297459044169?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/1026427297459044169/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/12/sonhos-sem-ilusoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/1026427297459044169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/1026427297459044169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/12/sonhos-sem-ilusoes.html' title='Sonhos sem Ilusões'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-8100164977835584464</id><published>2009-11-21T05:27:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:41:28.937Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música :)'/><title type='text'>Lodger - I love death</title><content type='html'>simplesmente genial :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OEKDO4ON5Fo&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OEKDO4ON5Fo&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking ten times to take a piss&lt;br /&gt;you can taste the cancer in my morning kiss&lt;br /&gt;Scratch the rash on my back, perfect bliss&lt;br /&gt;you want a life companion and you're getting this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;men can get a few dimes&lt;br /&gt;and man can get it up few times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;men can get a few dimes&lt;br /&gt;and man can get it up few times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to look away at my every meal&lt;br /&gt;inconvenient, but that's the deal&lt;br /&gt;This is what we've become when nothing's real&lt;br /&gt;mental wounds that never heal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;men can get a few dimes&lt;br /&gt;and man can get it up few times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;men can get a few dimes&lt;br /&gt;and man can get it up few times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man can get a few dimes&lt;br /&gt;and man can get it up few times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man can get a few dimes&lt;br /&gt;and man can get it up few times&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-8100164977835584464?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/8100164977835584464/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/11/lodger-i-love-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/8100164977835584464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/8100164977835584464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/11/lodger-i-love-death.html' title='Lodger - I love death'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-7060094670568341533</id><published>2009-11-13T00:27:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:42:43.143Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música :)'/><title type='text'>Quando...</title><content type='html'>-Agimos sem pensar...&lt;br /&gt;-Não falamos...&lt;br /&gt;-Deduzimos...&lt;br /&gt;-Pensamos que o "não dito" está "dito"...&lt;br /&gt;-Pensamos que as entre-linhas são óbvias...&lt;br /&gt;-Pensamos que falar não fará sentido...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;- Pensamos demais - BLACKOUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensar demais dá um nó... pensar demais complica...&lt;br /&gt;Não pensar contudo é impossível... não pensar simplesmente não é opção!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso... penso demais!&lt;br /&gt;Não falo... nada pronuncio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sinto - ferve!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;...respiro!... pffff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que dizer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho sequer as palavras para... (há coisas que não deveriam sequer ser ditas, deveriam simplesmente ser "vistas")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P-A-L-A-V-R-A-S:&lt;br /&gt;-Fugiram ou certamente não as quero procurar!&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora também não quero pensar qual das 2 opções será... não quero pensar simplesmente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BASTA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se eu voltasse ao ponto de partida e agisse sem pensar????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qKPNfSQKsVQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qKPNfSQKsVQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All this feels strange and untrue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I won't waste a minute without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My bones ache, my skin feels cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'm getting so tired and so old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The anger swells in my guts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I won't feel these slices and cuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want so much to open your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause I need you to look into mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tell me that you'll open your eyes &lt;i&gt;[x4]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Get up, get out, get away from these liars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause they don't get your soul or your fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take my hand, knot your fingers through mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And we'll walk from this dark room for the last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every minute from this minute now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We can do what we like anywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want so much to open your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause I need you to look into mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tell me that you'll open your eyes &lt;i&gt;[x8]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All this feels strange and untrue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I won't waste a minute without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-7060094670568341533?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/7060094670568341533/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/11/quando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/7060094670568341533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/7060094670568341533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/11/quando.html' title='Quando...'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-6784385072780914861</id><published>2009-11-11T23:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-11T23:06:03.243Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Citações'/><title type='text'>Nunca Cultives o Absoluto nem o Excesso</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="maintext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Nunca cultives coisas absolutas, como a castidade absoluta ou a sobriedade absoluta: a maior força de vontade é a do homem que gosta de beber e se abstém de beber muito e não a daquele que não bebe de todo. O movimento antialcoólico é um dos maiores inimigos da vontade própria e do desenvolvimento da vontade. Castrar um homem «controlará» certamente os seus impulsos sexuais. Castrar a sua alma também fará o mesmo. A dificuldade é abster-se. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; Deves criar um desejo de beber e de fumar e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;então&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; fumar e beber &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;moderadamente&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;. Graças a este método, não só desenvolverás a tua vontade decisivamente, obrigando-a a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;impor limites&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; aos teus impulsos, que é a função própria da vontade (e não a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;eliminação&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; dos impulsos), mas também extrairás o maior prazer possível de beber ou de fumar, pois a Natureza concebeu as coisas de um modo tal que o maior prazer vem depois do maior &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;poder&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;, a temperança, e o sinal da normalidade é este. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="maintext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa, in 'Reflexões Pessoais'&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/34592077-6784385072780914861?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/6784385072780914861/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/11/nunca-cultives-o-absoluto-nem-o-excesso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/6784385072780914861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/6784385072780914861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/11/nunca-cultives-o-absoluto-nem-o-excesso.html' title='Nunca Cultives o Absoluto nem o Excesso'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-2026377041017066327</id><published>2009-11-03T01:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-03T01:22:56.718Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Citações'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música :)'/><title type='text'>Comforting sounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A música é o tipo de arte mais perfeita: nunca revela o seu último segredo"   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4JVUvC74D8w&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4JVUvC74D8w&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-2026377041017066327?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/2026377041017066327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/11/comforting-sounds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/2026377041017066327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/2026377041017066327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/11/comforting-sounds.html' title='Comforting sounds'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-3354350441070780895</id><published>2009-10-28T00:50:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:44:45.370Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música :)'/><title type='text'>Fugir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SueZELfrzII/AAAAAAAAAMs/61snxlY9N0k/s1600-h/fugir+do+amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SueZELfrzII/AAAAAAAAAMs/61snxlY9N0k/s320/fugir+do+amor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397450975511039106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos, por vários motivos um dia começamos a fugir desta coisa que chamam "amor"... não iria tão longe, acho que simplesmente fugimos de qualquer coisa que implique envolvimento e que meta em risco a nossa estabilidade sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se até esse dia corríamos até ele... Hoje, eu particularmente, o evito! Motivos vários, maioritariamente óbvios nos levam a esse caminho. Acho que um pouco em conformidade com tudo na vida, é-nos mais fácil o caminho da privação que o da aventura ou desconhecido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contudo, se até aqui achei que esse era o caminho, hoje questiono o mesmo. Inconscientemente cruzou-me com pessoas no mesmo estado de espírito e fez-me criar um elo comum! Fez-me novamente "despertar" a curiosidade... Fez-me novamente observar... fez-me novamente querer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem querer, dou por mim a pensar demasiadamente em algumas coisas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava e talvez me empenhe de cabeça em parar de virar costas as oportunidades - e aqui falo de  pessoas - que apesar da minha constante negação, já chegaram até mim e cuja presença faz a diferença no meu dia; que inicialmente não me apercebi e hoje nada faço a não ser afastar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É absurdo, eu sei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gostava... de facto gostava!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k_U9KfGi0iQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k_U9KfGi0iQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/34592077-3354350441070780895?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/3354350441070780895/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/10/fugir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/3354350441070780895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/3354350441070780895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/10/fugir.html' title='Fugir...'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SueZELfrzII/AAAAAAAAAMs/61snxlY9N0k/s72-c/fugir+do+amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-4726640119061107228</id><published>2009-10-07T02:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T02:16:02.729+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música :)'/><title type='text'>Metric - Sick Muse</title><content type='html'>So so in love with this one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BEz8N8AT-yo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BEz8N8AT-yo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out, Cupid&lt;br /&gt;Stuck me with a sickness&lt;br /&gt;Pull your little arrows out&lt;br /&gt;And let me live my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better watch out, Cupid&lt;br /&gt;Stuck me with a sickness&lt;br /&gt;Pull your little arrows out&lt;br /&gt;Let me live my life&lt;br /&gt;The one I gotta lead&lt;br /&gt;All the blondes are fantasies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we looked at them eleven ways&lt;br /&gt;You said, "Look at me"; I looked away&lt;br /&gt;And you wrote the song I wanna play&lt;br /&gt;I'll write you harmony in C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, everybody just wanna fall in love&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, everybody just wanna play the lead&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, everybody just wanna fall in love&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, everybody just wanna play the lead&lt;br /&gt;Play the lead, play the lead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out, Cupid&lt;br /&gt;Money is a sick muse&lt;br /&gt;Pull your little arrows out&lt;br /&gt;And let me live my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "I'm with stupid"&lt;br /&gt;Money is a sick muse&lt;br /&gt;Pull your little arrows out&lt;br /&gt;Let me live my life&lt;br /&gt;The one I'd better lead&lt;br /&gt;All the blondes are fantasies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we looked at them eleven ways&lt;br /&gt;You said, "Look at me"; I looked away&lt;br /&gt;And you wrote the song I wanna play&lt;br /&gt;I'll write you harmony in C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, everybody just wanna fall in love&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, everybody just wanna play the lead&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, everybody just wanna fall in love&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, everybody just wanna play the lead&lt;br /&gt;Play the lead, play the lead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ah, ah, ah)&lt;br /&gt;(Ah, ah, ah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write you harmony in C&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, everybody just wanna fall in love&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, everybody just wanna play the lead&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, everybody just wanna fall in love&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, everybody just wanna play the lead&lt;br /&gt;Play the lead, play the lead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ah, ah, ah)&lt;br /&gt;(Ah, ah, ah)&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/34592077-4726640119061107228?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/4726640119061107228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/10/metric-sick-muse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/4726640119061107228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/4726640119061107228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/10/metric-sick-muse.html' title='Metric - Sick Muse'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-8550061147414182932</id><published>2009-10-05T11:33:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:52:46.359Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de amigos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música :)'/><title type='text'>Amigos VS Amigas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SsnLjt6AZTI/AAAAAAAAAMk/R_n3aAR8-eQ/s1600-h/cumplicidade444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SsnLjt6AZTI/AAAAAAAAAMk/R_n3aAR8-eQ/s400/cumplicidade444.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389062243604260146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje acordei com a velha questão do "porque é que algumas mulheres têm aquela tendência para ter mais amigos do que amigas". Assim também como é que isso pode sequer ser criticado. Bem, e de mim poderei estar falar dado que apesar das várias amigas que tenho, salvo algumas excepções, é mesmo com os amigos que entendo muita coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade assim mais crua e dura de ler é que as mulheres entre si tendem a ser uma seca e quanto mais estamos juntas mais conseguimos ser "desinteressantes"... Como toda a regra, há excepção claro e eu em particular vivo felizmente com as excepções... Digo isto apenas em linha de raciocínio com aquilo que me anda a volta na cabeça - tendencia nítida ao "corte e cose" ou coisas assim tão ou mais banais. Agora lembrei-me das corridas ao shopping ou uma ida a casa de banho e um "achas que estou bem assim?"...&lt;br /&gt;Mas o complicador e a dramatização de um problema que cada uma de nós poderá ter... isso sim... e o constante "cérebro em rede" que eu insisto mencionar, que para quem não sabe é a maravilha de um grupo de mulheres não saber pensar de outra forma que não seja em conjunto, em rede... Pfff and so on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percebem certamente do que estou a falar - toda a gente sente a diferença entre uma mesa de café só feminina de uma "equilibrada".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto dos meus amigos do sexo oposto, não por serem gajos no que toca a relação homem-mulher, apesar de alguns até serem bem engraçados e interessantes... mas pela leveza e facilidade em falar com eles. Pela qualidade de tempo que as vezes proporcionam. Talvez pela despreocupação que lhes é característica, acho uma excelente companhia para tudo e quando digo tudo é mesmo tudo, até para fazer coisas que não lembram ao diabo, só pelo prazer da companhia. No que toca a rir e elevar a boa disposição não há melhor... basta recordar quando contam as suas "aventuras" ou quando criticam as nossas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até mesmo no que toca a sentimentalismos e "ombro amigo" conseguem ser genuínos no apoio que nos dão... mesmo que te achem uma burra, dizem-to na cara com toda a intenção, sem rodeios, porque gostam de ti e não estão para paninhos quentes. Por serem também do sexo oposto as conversas neste campo tendem a ser muito completas, esclarecedoras e interessantes. São 2 partes activas num discurso, que defendem 2 grupos ao qual pertencem separadamente e que ao mesmo tempo não vivem, e nem sequer compreendem, um ao outro - é uma necessidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas simples, mesmo simples... e pequenas, pequenas rotinas - faço-las com determinados amigos. A ida ao cinema é um clássico - sem excluir qualquer categoria, romances teem sido até os eleitos... e muita comédia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez por eu estar numa fase da minha vida em que precise compreender muita coisa e em que ao mesmo tempo não tenho metade da paciência habitual, ando rodeada de amigos e sempre dos mesmos amigos... Talvez por sentir que alguns me entendem os procure mais. Talvez por gostar simplesmente da companhia deles, nem q seja para estar sentada num sofa ou a conversar no carro, os procure mais.&lt;br /&gt;Como tudo na vida gostamos de ir aonde nos sentimos confortáveis.... gostamos de estar perto de quem nos faz relaxar e de quem, por gostar livremente de nós pelo que somos e como somos, tem o cuidado de dizer coisas boas e más com o único intuito de nos ajudar a atingir o nosso BEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigos são amigos, seja qual for o sexo... nunca é demais lembrar!&lt;br /&gt;Isto porque estas situações tendem também a levar aos comentários, de corredor, que como diz um amigo meu "olha já nos casaram"... O que causa um imediato sentido de humor a ambas as partes... Lá está, a facilidade em lidar com as situações e com a vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para esses meus amigos... por toda a paciência, que eu no fundo sei a dose de trabalhos que sou, gosto mesmo de vocês. Também ando na "minha fase" e apelo ao sentimentalismo, mas não esquecer que comigo é um sorriso e 2 chapadas, não estiquem a corda, mau feitio não esgota nem tem cura :)&lt;br /&gt;Ñão que ande muito inspirada para as escritas também... mas hoje foi o que saiu... Algo muito mais elaborado, ou não, poderá aparecer, ou não!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas que fique aqui beeeeeem claro, que isto é sabido e nao deverá ser novidade nenhuma... Que nós mulheres ainda assim somos mais completas que os homens... Mesmo que as afinidades possam nos levar até ao outro grupo.. não convém confundir as coisas... Mas até isso poderei falar numa outra oportunidade, ou não!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus amigos de sempre e para sempre, aqui sem qualquer distinção - a música dos Beatles que eu mais gosto e que canto de pulmão cheio para vocês =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sXh4EuJa2TU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sXh4EuJa2TU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help, I need somebody,&lt;br /&gt;Help, not just anybody,&lt;br /&gt;Help, you know I need someone, help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, so much younger than today,&lt;br /&gt;I never needed anybody's help in any way.&lt;br /&gt;But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured,&lt;br /&gt;Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me if you can, I'm feeling down&lt;br /&gt;And I do appreciate you being round.&lt;br /&gt;Help me, get my feet back on the ground,&lt;br /&gt;Won't you please, please help me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my life has changed in oh so many ways,&lt;br /&gt;My independence seems to vanish in the haze.&lt;br /&gt;But every now and then I feel so insecure,&lt;br /&gt;I know that I just need you like I've never done before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me if you can, I'm feeling down&lt;br /&gt;And I do appreciate you being round.&lt;br /&gt;Help me, get my feet back on the ground,&lt;br /&gt;Won't you please, please help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, so much younger than today,&lt;br /&gt;I never needed anybody's help in any way.&lt;br /&gt;But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured,&lt;br /&gt;Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me if you can, I'm feeling down&lt;br /&gt;And I do appreciate you being round.&lt;br /&gt;Help me, get my feet back on the ground,&lt;br /&gt;Won't you please, please help me, help me, help me, oh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-8550061147414182932?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/8550061147414182932/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/10/amigos-vs-amigas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-1905202811487697817</id><published>2009-10-04T21:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:41:00.091+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música :)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tOE4Bd3qZxk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tOE4Bd3qZxk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my photo off the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If it just won't sing for you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all that's left has gone away&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing there for you to prove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, look what you've done&lt;br /&gt;You've made a fool of everyone&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it seems likes such fun&lt;br /&gt;Until you lose what you had won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me back my point of view&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I just can't think for you&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly hear you say&lt;br /&gt;What should I do, well you choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, look what you've done&lt;br /&gt;You've made a fool of everyone&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it seems likes such fun&lt;br /&gt;Until you lose what you had won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, look what you've done&lt;br /&gt;You've made a fool of everyone&lt;br /&gt;A fool of everyone&lt;br /&gt;A fool of everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my photo off the wall&lt;br /&gt;If it just won't sing for you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all that's left has gone away&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing there for you to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, look what you've done&lt;br /&gt;You've made a fool of everyone&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it seems likes such fun&lt;br /&gt;Until you lose what you had won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, look what you've done&lt;br /&gt;You've made a fool of everyone&lt;br /&gt;A fool of everyone&lt;br /&gt;A fool of everyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-1905202811487697817?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/1905202811487697817/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/10/take-my-photo-off-wall-if-it-just-wont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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quando não queremos é o sorriso que devemos passar!&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro para ver se a coisa pega e arruma a cara enfadonha... mas principalmente para evitar questões e uma descida com inclinação acentuada até as "coisas más".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por isso -&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora se é para ver se pega ou para evitar questões ou se é mesmo genuíno - naum digo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sirigai ai iupi iupi ai!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-6238445467545515203?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/6238445467545515203/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/6238445467545515203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/6238445467545515203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-7790760081622194314</id><published>2009-09-16T00:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T00:15:41.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>nada...</title><content type='html'>...nao me sai nadinha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-7790760081622194314?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/7790760081622194314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/09/nada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/7790760081622194314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/7790760081622194314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/09/nada.html' title='nada...'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-6789420520635627734</id><published>2009-09-07T00:43:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T23:47:02.365+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinema'/><title type='text'>Domindo - movies day</title><content type='html'>Desta vez descambamos e vimos  o "ABC da sedução".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XlA3nr1AwE8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XlA3nr1AwE8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda aprendemos umas coisinhas ali.&lt;br /&gt;Por exemplo - mais vale não pedir conselhos sobre gajos a um amigo do sexo oposto que o resultado é, com pouca margem de erro, me apaixonar por ele! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um filmezinho de Domingo a tarde as vezes também é preciso. Nem que seja parar rir um pouco e arrumar com os dias "pesados".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa semana há mais... e já temos outro, idêntico, em vista... oh não! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-6789420520635627734?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/6789420520635627734/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/09/domindo-movies-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/6789420520635627734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/6789420520635627734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/09/domindo-movies-day.html' title='Domindo - movies day'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-9085416783424981933</id><published>2009-09-02T01:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T23:50:04.531+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desabafos'/><title type='text'>Contagem decrescente...</title><content type='html'>60 dias, nem tanto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vão chegar todas as respostas até lá!&lt;br /&gt;Algumas já encontrei - logo - alguns assuntos já arrumados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ansiedade?&lt;/span&gt; Na... Eu nem sou naaaaaaaada chegada a essas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfff... Que vida esta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estranha mania ou de deixarmos as coisas para serem resolvidas "a ultima da hora", ou de a vida prolongar o suspense de uma solução até as ultimas!!!! &lt;strong&gt;No meu caso é um mix das duas - medo! Pânico! Shots! Socorro... por aí!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que eu consiga controlar minimamente (nem que seja pela privação), passou a ser secundário e está devidamente arrumado - é o que não depende mais de mim que me está a matar! Crises existenciais, amorosas, simpatizantes ou até mesmo inclassificaveis, são  neste momento uma gota no oceano da minha vida... O resto, o resto sim, é de se ter muita cautela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relaxar!!!! Pois, não consigo. E agora?&lt;br /&gt;Já devorei sites, paginas e livros, televisão e series...&lt;br /&gt;Não me apetece sair alem do cafe...&lt;br /&gt;Não me atrevo a falar das possibilidades sequer... Evito igualmente pensar nelas...&lt;br /&gt;Trabalho... OOOOPSSS alerta vermelho!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfff  - outra vez - pareço um balão quando perde o ar!&lt;br /&gt;Tá bonito isto tá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há alturas em que queremos que o tempo não passe... outras que ele volte atras...&lt;br /&gt;pa.... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Podemos só passar um pouco o filme a frente pa ver no que vai dar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É que o meu coração (e não, não é de amores... antes fosse) NÃO VAI AGUENTAR!!&lt;br /&gt;Pa ta bem, aguenta...exagerada a menina, sempre foi!&lt;br /&gt;Mas a ansiedade já chegou e veio pa ficar... viver com ela 2 meses é dose!&lt;br /&gt;Posso ceder, alguém quer???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humpf!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-9085416783424981933?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/9085416783424981933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/09/contagem-decrescente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/9085416783424981933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/9085416783424981933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/09/contagem-decrescente.html' title='Contagem decrescente...'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-7630920738942516558</id><published>2009-08-27T01:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T23:50:34.294+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música :)'/><title type='text'>Hoppipolla  :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JAYb8ZyjzD0&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Og ég fæ blóðnasir ...en ég stend alltaf upp" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; "And I get nosebleed...but I always get up"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-7630920738942516558?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/7630920738942516558/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/08/hoppipolla.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/7630920738942516558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/7630920738942516558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/08/hoppipolla.html' title='Hoppipolla  :)'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-6618185358077987907</id><published>2009-08-25T02:09:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T00:10:19.036+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de amigos'/><title type='text'>MeSsEnGeR</title><content type='html'>--- diz (2:04):&lt;br /&gt;vou contar-te uma hstória&lt;br /&gt;--- diz (2:05):&lt;br /&gt;tava uma cobra atras do pirilampo&lt;br /&gt;--- diz (2:05):&lt;br /&gt;o pirilampo fugiu ate que nao conseguiu mais e parou e perguntou a cobra...posso fazer-te 3 perguntas&lt;br /&gt;--- diz (2:06):&lt;br /&gt;e ela disse,,,,bem nao costmo abrir precedentes mas cm te vou comer podes perguntar&lt;br /&gt;--- diz (2:06):&lt;br /&gt;e o pirilampo diz&lt;br /&gt;--- diz (2:06):&lt;br /&gt;faço parte do teu ciclo alimentar&lt;br /&gt;--- diz (2:06):&lt;br /&gt;e a cobra...nao&lt;br /&gt;--- diz (2:06):&lt;br /&gt;fiz-te alguma coisa?!?!?e a cobra..não&lt;br /&gt;--- diz (2:06):&lt;br /&gt;e o pirilamp pergunta...então pra que é que me queres comer&lt;br /&gt;--- diz (2:07):&lt;br /&gt;e a cobra....porque nao suporte ver-te brilhar&lt;br /&gt;--- diz (2:07):&lt;br /&gt;suporto&lt;br /&gt;XanitZ diz (2:07):&lt;br /&gt;loool&lt;br /&gt;--- diz (2:07):&lt;br /&gt;isto é o que se passa muito por ai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Adorei!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-6618185358077987907?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/6618185358077987907/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/08/messenger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/6618185358077987907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/6618185358077987907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/08/messenger.html' title='MeSsEnGeR'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-3981278471244062349</id><published>2009-08-23T21:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T00:13:41.937+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intimidades'/><title type='text'>Choques frontais</title><content type='html'>Detesto-os - mas ainda bem que existem, prova dos 9 quando esgotas todas as "fichas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz algum tempo, após recaídas e um "vai-e-vem" irritante, que optei por ficar sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;Sozinha, sim! Foi o que eu decidi e caramba... soubesse eu já o teria feito a mais tempo, por mim! Assim que vi a oportunidade, pulei fora! Ironico dizer "pulei fora" duma relação que nem existia e que há 2 anos atras teria sido terminada pela outra parte. Nem vou por aí...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde então o facto é que tenho estado mesmo bem! Não digo sempre de sorriso na cara... naaa... as decisões tomam-se mas têm o seu preço. Mas chego ao fim do dia de bem comigo mesma e para isso sempre irei pagar o preço que fôr preciso. Há uma inevitavel crise de identidade (se o posso chamar assim) dentro de mim - e se não há, será então algo muito próximo disso. Não é algo que me pareça negativo ou sequer dramático - falo aqui do reencontro comigo mesma, da mudança e de arrumar a "bagunça" que ficou ao longo destes anos. No entando - tomei mais decisões estas últimas semanas que nos últimos anos :) Por isso, sim, estou bem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem decidi fazer algo que não fazia já há muito tempo... Depois de um jantar de aniversário ali no centro do Porto, fiquei por lá. Saudades de andar por ali sem fazer nada. Apenas boa conversa, ver gente, saltar de bar em bar, ver mais gente... encontrar este, aquela e o não sei quantos... buscar outra bebida, rir... cada vez mais sou adepta destas coisinhas e ontem estava de facto uma noite agradável. Encontrei em Ceuta as meninas de Leça e fui finalmente provar os morritos ou la o que é ao Bar da Praça - uma bebida mesmo "refresh" :) gostei muito... Eu estava de carro, não ia passar muito disso. Foi ali paradas no meio da praça que ouço uma dizer "Esta ali o..." - "oh q crl" foi só o que eu soube responder... raio de sorte. A minha cara mudou logo e se eu estava moca fiquei logo sobria. Fiquei literalmente a espera que viesse fazer a parte educada do "ola tudo bem". Não se fez tardar com a sua presença, o meu desconforto era TÃO OBVIO, que nem me atreveria a disfarçar - então demonstrei quando te aproximaste e pediste pa provar a minha bebida. A segunda coisa que me soube dizer foi perguntar por um objecto... Aqui não há ficha que não caia a alguém - se existia qualquer receio em estar a ter uma postura fria, inapropriada... expirou num segundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apareceu-me com os amigos, mais que moreno, com muito bom ar... Sendo que quando abriu a boca só soube me atacar nas frases que disse... Uma amiga minha ainda disse que o achou tocado do alcool... lol Enfim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estes choques frontais, este especificamente, acabou com a minha noite mas acabou com um capítulo que estava por encerrar faz já demasiado tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho mesmo pena por um lado... é que tanta coisa tem acontecido e nem isso consigo partilhar com alguém que eu sempre soube dizer ser meu amigo depois de ser meu namorado... Continua ainda assim a não ser uma perda minha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gPMXURUdeoQ&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-3981278471244062349?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/3981278471244062349/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/08/choques-frontais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/3981278471244062349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/3981278471244062349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/08/choques-frontais.html' title='Choques frontais'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-7657369142081011388</id><published>2009-08-22T13:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T00:14:10.890+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música :)'/><title type='text'>GoOd MoRnIng</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TVByVdCAkTo&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Saltei da cama a ouvir isto... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Isto porque a minha mãe faz questão de lembrar que também ouve música nesta casa!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-7657369142081011388?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/7657369142081011388/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/7657369142081011388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/7657369142081011388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-morning.html' title='GoOd MoRnIng'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-660659968052670103</id><published>2009-08-17T23:16:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T00:16:49.794+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Citações'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intimidades'/><title type='text'>Orgulho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Compreendo que um homem seja orgulhoso; não compreendo que mostre sê-lo"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Depois desta citação nem arrisco acrescentar mais nada - não vá estragar o "quadro".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;É que é mesmo isto que eu queria deixar aqui... assim no meu momento mais gaja, talvez, dos últimos tempos - só para que fiquem por aí, em momentos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E como para bom entendedor meia palavra basta... hoje ficamos por aqui!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-660659968052670103?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/660659968052670103/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/08/orgulho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/660659968052670103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/660659968052670103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/08/orgulho.html' title='Orgulho'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-6994165761940892765</id><published>2009-08-15T12:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T00:17:18.581+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Citações'/><title type='text'>Dizer NÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;"Diz NÃO à liberdade que te oferecem, se ela é só a liberdade dos que ta querem oferecer. Porque a liberdade que é tua não passa pelo decreto arbitrário dos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Diz NÃO à verdade que te pregam, se ela é a mentira com que te ilude o pregador. Porque a verdade tem a face do Sol e não há noite nenhuma que prevaleça enfim contra ela. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Diz NÃO à unidade que te impõem, se ela é apenas essa imposição. Porque a unidade é apenas a necessidade irreprimível de nos reconhecermos irmãos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Diz NÃO mesmo à igualdade, se ela é apenas um modo de te nivelarem pelo mais baixo e não pelo mais alto que existe também em ti. Porque ser igual na miséria e em toda a espécie de degradação não é ser promovido a homem mas despromovido a animal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E é do NÃO ao que te limita e degrada que tu hás-de construir o SIM da tua dignidade.&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Vergílio Ferreira, "Conta-Corrente 1"&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/34592077-6994165761940892765?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/6994165761940892765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/08/dizer-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/6994165761940892765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/6994165761940892765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/08/dizer-nao.html' title='Dizer NÃO'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-5696957080856754683</id><published>2009-08-07T19:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T19:24:46.518+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Vou e volto" :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-5696957080856754683?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/5696957080856754683/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/08/vou-e-volto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/5696957080856754683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/5696957080856754683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/08/vou-e-volto.html' title=''/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34592077.post-3516634435532192797</id><published>2009-08-02T04:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T00:18:10.702+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Magia é...</title><content type='html'>...sermos os autores das nossas próprias histórias!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34592077-3516634435532192797?l=cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/feeds/3516634435532192797/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/08/magia-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/3516634435532192797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34592077/posts/default/3516634435532192797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantjoinreallife.blogspot.com/2009/08/magia-e.html' title='Magia é...'/><author><name>purpurinaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01068825582664877247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H_Zr39T7uso/SQZqJrD59gI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Gy40NU8kUSk/S220/hurt.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
