<?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-22083762</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:58:02.770Z</updated><category term='Filmes e Livros'/><category term='Textos Dedicados'/><category term='Desejos'/><category term='Desafios'/><category term='Dúvidas'/><category term='Faculdade'/><category term='Escola'/><category term='Constatações do dia'/><category term='Fragmentos de conversas'/><category term='Notas Mentais'/><category term='Dias menos bons'/><category term='pensamentos divertidos'/><category term='Palavras Pedidas'/><category term='Amor'/><category term='Gatografia'/><category term='pedaços da minha tristeza'/><category term='Sei lá'/><category term='Repulsa'/><category term='Alegrias'/><category term='Pedaços de mim'/><category term='Fábrica de Letras'/><category term='Equitação- ensino'/><category term='Saudades de um tempo que não volta mais'/><category term='Natal'/><category term='Coisas Doces'/><category term='Awards'/><category term='Coisas com que fico eufórica'/><category term='Festivais de Verão'/><category term='Arte'/><category term='Textos Soltos'/><category term='Fotografia'/><category term='Coisas escritas sem nexo'/><category term='As minhas coisas preferidas'/><category term='Dia-a-dia'/><category term='Caderneta de Cromos'/><category term='Filosofias'/><title type='text'>O meu mundo a P&amp;B</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>258</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-6686604669328676245</id><published>2010-09-17T21:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T21:24:45.846+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faculdade'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLwzYZcRA84/SoH_IfjGZWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/_sCzyFGgTAQ/s1600/pressa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" id="il_fi" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLwzYZcRA84/SoH_IfjGZWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/_sCzyFGgTAQ/s400/pressa.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Esta semana foi o completo reboliço... Matrícula na faculdade, andar de faculdade de amigos em faculdade de amigos, renovar o passe, e agora é aproveitar os últimos dois dias que me esperam antes das praxes. Se soubessem o quão ansiosa estou...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-6686604669328676245?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6686604669328676245/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=6686604669328676245&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/6686604669328676245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/6686604669328676245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/esta-semana-foi-o-completo-rebolico.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLwzYZcRA84/SoH_IfjGZWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/_sCzyFGgTAQ/s72-c/pressa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-7500204190463355276</id><published>2010-09-10T00:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T00:13:17.481+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alegrias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos divertidos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedaços de mim'/><title type='text'>1 Mês</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://franejosue.zip.net/images/casal_andando_costas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" id="il_fi" src="http://franejosue.zip.net/images/casal_andando_costas.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje eu e o Miguel fizemos um mês de namoro. Passámos o dia juntos, se me perguntarem se as coisas correram bem, a resposta é não. Se me perguntarem se gostei, a resposta é amei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os planos que tínhamos saíram todos furados... Não tínhamos dinheiro para ir ao zoo e almoçar, então lá almoçámos no Mc Donald's (que nem eu nem ele gostamos nadaaa :p). Depois fomos até à baixa, bairro alto, passámos pelo cogumelo mágico (só para ver, garanto...). Ás tantas ele lembrou-se de me levar a um sítio, "romântico e giro". Quando chegámos ao tal sítio, estufa fria e estufa quente, estava fechado para obras há mais de ano e meio. Lá ficámos sentados à frente de um lado "todo cagado" segundo o Miguel, que estava tristíssimo com o rumo que o dia estava a levar. Eu não, super contente, ri que me fartei... Fomos então até ao Saldanha, comemos e fomos ao cinema. Para ser a cereja no topo do bolo, o filme era simplesmente horrível. Uma espécie de terror mas que mais parecia um género de Scary Movie, chamado &lt;i&gt;Drag me to hell&lt;/i&gt;. Sinceramente, não recomendo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quanto ao dia, apesar de todos os imprevisto, rimo-nos tanto, parecíamos duas crianças. Gostei tanto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-7500204190463355276?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7500204190463355276/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=7500204190463355276&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/7500204190463355276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/7500204190463355276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/1-mes.html' title='1 Mês'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-106248277030937453</id><published>2010-09-07T01:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T01:08:24.222+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedaços de mim'/><title type='text'>Ao Diogo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;"diz o que me quiseste dizer quando ontem me viste e nem sequer olhaste para mim. diz que não esperavas ver-me ali. diz que não esperavas ver-me assim. diz que finalmente percebeste que a nossa história não chegou a existir por causa de mim. diz que eu fui má. diz que eu fui horrível. diz que eu fui detestável. diz que eu ainda sou por nem sequer te dizer olá. diz que eu não facilitei. atira-me à cara as tuas perguntas sem resposta, as tuas melodias sem letra, a tua guitarra sem cordas. diz que a culpa de tudo isso é minha. diz que agora eu já não importo. diz que agora tu não queres saber do que já quiseste muito, em tempos. diz que agora eu te sou indiferente. diz que te tornaste imune às minhas temperaturas baixas. diz que já não tremes quando eu passo. diz que já não pensas em mim quando olhas para as estrelas. diz que já não me procuras. diz que eu te aterrorizei com as minhas desconversações. diz que te deixaste levar mas que agora acordaste. diz que agora percebeste que eu sou assim mesquinha. diz lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;é que eu não me importo. vá, diz lá."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Retirado&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://maisumaboladesabao.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;daqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;E eu que gostava tanto (!) que o Diogo visse este post, mesmo tento ele dito que não ia voltar aqui (gostava tanto que voltasse...). Adequa-se na perfeição ao que sinto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;(Visitem o blog, vale mesmo a pena... Dos melhores blogues que andam aí na blogosfera, a meu ver...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-106248277030937453?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/106248277030937453/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=106248277030937453&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/106248277030937453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/106248277030937453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/ao-diogo.html' title='Ao Diogo'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-1582045548866325312</id><published>2010-09-05T21:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T21:58:10.781+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas com que fico eufórica'/><title type='text'>Faculdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não cheguei a escrever aqui porque ainda não tinha a certeza, mas agora que é oficial, vou ficar em Lisboa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pois bem, ao ver a vida a andar para trás por ir para Coimbra, decidi candidatar-me a uma privada no Marquês... Saíram hoje os resultados e estou super contente. Já saltei, sorri, cantei, e depois do fim-de-semana espectacular que tive, só mesmo esta notícia para me deixar "no auge". Agora vou ali relaxar um bocadinho para o sofá, que dia 13 tenho praxes e tenho de ir descansar este corpinho :P.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-1582045548866325312?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1582045548866325312/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=1582045548866325312&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/1582045548866325312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/1582045548866325312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/faculdade.html' title='Faculdade'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-8535006262246102119</id><published>2010-09-01T13:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T13:56:50.412+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dias menos bons'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje é Setembro, e estou tão triste... Meu querido mês de Agosto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" style="background-image: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/ILv1Ykw43xU/hqdefault.jpg);" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ILv1Ykw43xU?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/ILv1Ykw43xU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&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/22083762-8535006262246102119?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8535006262246102119/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=8535006262246102119&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/8535006262246102119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/8535006262246102119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-7815728670756347693</id><published>2010-08-29T02:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T02:13:25.530+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sei lá'/><title type='text'>Noite atribulada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estava eu ali irritada não sei bem porquê, aliás, saber sei, mas é também a razão que me deixa apaixonada e a suspirar pelos cantos, mas adiante... Estava eu ali irritada, e descarreguei na primeira pessoa que me apareceu à frente. R, "amigo" de longa data que me veio com uma conversa muito estranha, então, de uma maneira politicamente correcta, tentei-lhe explicar, sim, a esse R que tem 20 anos e vai casar, que a paixoneta que tivemos aos 13 anos não passou disso, uma paixoneta. Quando ele me começa a dizer que eu fui a sua maior paixão, ai... Mandei-me aos arames e disse-lhe tudo o que me apeteceu, e como soube bem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Voltando ao R, acham isto normal?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-7815728670756347693?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7815728670756347693/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=7815728670756347693&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/7815728670756347693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/7815728670756347693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/noite-atribulada.html' title='Noite atribulada'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-1322324735161743477</id><published>2010-08-29T01:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T01:56:22.153+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sei lá'/><title type='text'>Se vocês soubessem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... O que eu me ri agora... O problema é que não posso explicar porque vocês não iam perceber. Há com cada um...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-1322324735161743477?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1322324735161743477/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=1322324735161743477&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/1322324735161743477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/1322324735161743477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/se-voces-soubessem.html' title='Se vocês soubessem...'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-968945844370907639</id><published>2010-08-25T22:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T22:02:16.448+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sei lá'/><title type='text'>So true so true...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/THWEwDBmR8I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/PJacMlj23p0/s1600/cloudy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/THWEwDBmR8I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/PJacMlj23p0/s320/cloudy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-968945844370907639?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/968945844370907639/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=968945844370907639&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/968945844370907639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/968945844370907639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-true-so-true.html' title='So true so true...'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/THWEwDBmR8I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/PJacMlj23p0/s72-c/cloudy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-2928282989502793188</id><published>2010-08-24T15:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T15:59:25.664+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dias menos bons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dúvidas'/><title type='text'>Ausência</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há alguns dias que não passo por cá, mas o tempo tem sido pouco para tudo o que quero fazer neste verão... Fui agora 5 dias para as Caldas da Rainha com o Miguel e mais dois amigos. Rimos, tivemos imensas aventuras, viagens de taxi e saídas à noite caricatas, enfim, semanas de adolescentes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Entretanto, em conversa com o Miguel, ele disse-me que um dos medos que ele já tinha percebido que eu tinha, era o de perder os meus amigos. Comecei a pensar em Coimbra e automaticamente comecei a chorar compulsivamente. Percebi que não estou preparada para deixar tudo e todos e ir para um sitio que não conheço, onde não conheço ninguém... Tomei então uma decisão, aguardem que eu já conto ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-2928282989502793188?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2928282989502793188/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=2928282989502793188&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/2928282989502793188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/2928282989502793188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/ausencia.html' title='Ausência'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-7653493246198815025</id><published>2010-08-16T15:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T15:52:11.792+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caderneta de Cromos'/><title type='text'>Caderneta de Cromos - Cromo#1, O consultor de moda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não querendo ser convencida, sou várias vezes abordada na rua, infelizmente! E existe com cada cromo, que decidi partilhar com vocês algumas das pérolas que ouvi até hoje...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este cromo, foi sem dúvida o melhor, por isso tinha de ser o primeiro... Ia eu muito descontraída com o meu grupo de amigos numa camioneta, quando entra um senhor indiano, dos seus 60 anos, e se senta à minha frente, naqueles bancos para 4 pessoas, ele sentou-se no banco à minha frente. A viagem era desde a Ramada até ao Campo Grande, e durante os 15 minutos que durou a mesma, o senhor não tirou os olhos de cima de mim. Eu já estava incomodada com a situação e até comentei com um amigo meu, mas pronto, lá se passou a viagem. Chegámos ao campo grande, paragem terminal, sai toda a gente, e quando vou a sair, lá estava o homem, à porta. Eu segui em frente e ele veio atrás de mim, abordou-me dizendo uma coisa que eu não percebi. Olhei para dois amigos meus, que também não tinham percebido nada, e eu disse ao senhor que não o tinha entendido. Ele, desta vez num tom de voz normalíssimo e com uma dicção correcta, disse-me "Desculpe lá menina, mas era só para dizer que esses óculos de sol lhe ficam extremamente bem". Eu devo-me ter feito de todas as cores, agarrei os meus dois amigos um por cada braço, e saí dali a sete pés.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ele há com cada uma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Boa ideia a desta rúbrica hein? Sem querer imitar o shôr Markl claro está...)&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/22083762-7653493246198815025?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7653493246198815025/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=7653493246198815025&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/7653493246198815025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/7653493246198815025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/caderneta-de-cromos-cromo1-o-consultor.html' title='Caderneta de Cromos - Cromo#1, O consultor de moda'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-2561120116664580268</id><published>2010-08-16T11:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T11:23:41.620+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dúvidas'/><title type='text'>Dizem que há uma altura na vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:-5JqIFpm5GsuvM:http://chusticieros.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/rezar-geeko.jpg&amp;amp;t=1" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" id="il_fi" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:-5JqIFpm5GsuvM:http://chusticieros.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/rezar-geeko.jpg&amp;amp;t=1" width="259" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... Em que todos somos crentes. Normalmente isso acontece quando estamos a morrer, a mim aconteceu-me ontem à noite. Adormeci a pensar "Meu Deus, preciso tanto de entrar em Coimbra, tanto, tanto..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-2561120116664580268?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2561120116664580268/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=2561120116664580268&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/2561120116664580268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/2561120116664580268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/dizem-que-ha-uma-altura-na-vida.html' title='Dizem que há uma altura na vida...'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-2738956167786483509</id><published>2010-08-15T11:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T11:29:25.176+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes e Livros'/><title type='text'>Contraluz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ante-cinema.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/contraluz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" id="il_fi" src="http://www.ante-cinema.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/contraluz.jpg" width="223" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Tenho ido bastantes vezes ao cinema, porque se há coisa que gosto de fazer é isso, mas não tenho tido opotunidade, ou paciência vá, para escrever qualquer coisa acerca dos filmes aqui...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ontem foi noite de cinema, fui ver este filme, Contraluz. Desde que vi o trailer que tinha ficado curiosa acerca do mesmo, e então lá resolvi ir. Até ao intervalo não estava a gostar nada do filme, parecia-me demasiado monótono, ainda não tinha percebido onde é que se queria chegar, parecia que o filme não desenvolvia. No entanto, depois de todo o filme visto, só tenho a dizer que gostei bastante. Claro que o final podia ter sido diferente, e confesso que fiquei um bocado chateada, porque eu sou daquelas pessoas que só ficam contentes com os finais todos felizes, mas gostei imenso da mensagem que se tenta passar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;E agora vá, mais pormenores não revelo, ide ver o filme, ide que eu recomendo :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-2738956167786483509?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2738956167786483509/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=2738956167786483509&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/2738956167786483509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/2738956167786483509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/contraluz.html' title='Contraluz'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-6927323581103692768</id><published>2010-08-13T18:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T18:48:48.984+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fragmentos de conversas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Repulsa'/><title type='text'>Mas será...</title><content type='html'>... Que eu só arranjo problemas? Hoje a meio de uma conversa, o Miguel diz-me: "Pois é, e o teu blog, nunca mais falaste... Vou ver se o descubro"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas será que ninguém percebe? Dose número dois...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-6927323581103692768?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6927323581103692768/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=6927323581103692768&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/6927323581103692768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/6927323581103692768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/mas-sera.html' title='Mas será...'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-5169902340271862582</id><published>2010-08-10T12:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T15:52:36.423+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alegrias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festivais de Verão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Antes de mais...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... Queria dizer-vos que finalmente tenho as decisões todas tomadas, e parece que os pés assentes no chão. Um dia antes de ir para o SW chateei-me com o Diogo, mas chateei-me mesmo a sério, e dissemos que não queriamos voltar a falar&amp;nbsp;um ao outro. Assim foi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ontem, às 6h da manhã, depois do concertão (!) do David Guetta, estávamos os nove do grupo deitados na relva, e tenho a seguinte conversa com o Miguel:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;"Posso-te fazer uma pergunta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;*murro na barriga* Podes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;É assim... Independentemente de tudo, de ires para Coimbra ou não, do tempo que isto durar, e de como isto vai ou não acabar, queres namorar comigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;*murro ainda maior, silêncio* Quero!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;E foi assim... Depois, e também por culpa do traçadinho que os meus vizinhos de tenda me ofereceram, andámos a dizer a toda a gente que namorávamos. Agora sim, sinto-me feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-5169902340271862582?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5169902340271862582/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=5169902340271862582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/5169902340271862582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/5169902340271862582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/antes-de-mais.html' title='Antes de mais...'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-5577638825571183584</id><published>2010-08-09T15:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T15:10:02.911+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festivais de Verão'/><title type='text'>Catarina pelos festivais de Verão #4</title><content type='html'>Cheguei agora a casa mais morta que viva, só vos digo, para o ano levo carro! Agora vou ali dormir um bocadinho que há dois dias que não fecho os olhos, há quatro que não tiro as lentes e há 6 que não durmo numa cama. Até já&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-5577638825571183584?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5577638825571183584/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=5577638825571183584&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/5577638825571183584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/5577638825571183584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/catarina-pelos-festivais-de-verao-4.html' title='Catarina pelos festivais de Verão #4'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-3742606290577815641</id><published>2010-08-04T08:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T08:45:00.635+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festivais de Verão'/><title type='text'>Catarina pelos festivais de Verão #3</title><content type='html'>Sudoeste aqui vou eu! Até daqui uns dias pessoal :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-3742606290577815641?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3742606290577815641/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=3742606290577815641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/3742606290577815641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/3742606290577815641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/catarina-pelos-festivais-de-verao-3.html' title='Catarina pelos festivais de Verão #3'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-8836536261861765858</id><published>2010-08-02T21:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T21:29:59.211+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fragmentos de conversas'/><title type='text'>Olha que esta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... Ainda teve a lata de me dizer que eu não queria falar do assunto "porque não me quero sentir culpada". Oh por amor de Deus, só eu sei o quão culpada me sinto, quem és tu para o pôr em causa? Get real...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-8836536261861765858?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8836536261861765858/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=8836536261861765858&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/8836536261861765858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/8836536261861765858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/olha-que-esta.html' title='Olha que esta...'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-2343473504301551912</id><published>2010-08-02T20:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T20:58:39.099+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fragmentos de conversas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Meter o despertador até dói"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mensagem enviada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-2343473504301551912?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2343473504301551912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=2343473504301551912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/2343473504301551912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/2343473504301551912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/meter-o-despertador-ate-doi-mensagem.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-4710715850276158965</id><published>2010-08-02T02:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T02:07:42.671+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedaços de mim'/><title type='text'>Desabafo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xd7Q_2VRm40/S2PxDrkbscI/AAAAAAAABdQ/hxL6SNzjoUY/s1600/mulher+pensativa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" id="il_fi" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xd7Q_2VRm40/S2PxDrkbscI/AAAAAAAABdQ/hxL6SNzjoUY/s320/mulher+pensativa.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ultimamente toda eu sou medos... Mas se há coisa que me preocupa é o crescer. Por um lado quero tanto, mas quero mesmo... Não é o crescer de ser adulta, mas o crescer de ir para a faculdade, mudar de ares, fazer novas amizades. Por outro tenho um medo imenso. Do que tenho mesmo medo é de estar a crescer e não viver tudo a que tenho direito, que as coisas me passem ao lado, deixar de não ter nada com que me preocupar, não consigo explicar... Isto come-me por dentro, alguém me compreende?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-4710715850276158965?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4710715850276158965/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=4710715850276158965&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/4710715850276158965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/4710715850276158965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/desabafo.html' title='Desabafo'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xd7Q_2VRm40/S2PxDrkbscI/AAAAAAAABdQ/hxL6SNzjoUY/s72-c/mulher+pensativa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-8730489353422702549</id><published>2010-08-01T01:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T01:03:11.023+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festivais de Verão'/><title type='text'>Catarina pelos festivais de Verão #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fui hoje comprar a tenda, sim, porque para o Sumol usei a do Diogo, que já não vai estar disponível para mim obviamente... Então lá fui, Decathlon comigo e lá comprei. Muito gira, sim senhor, desmonta-se em 2 segundos e... monta-se em meia hora?! Pois é, confesso que andei à bulha com o raio da tenda... Estava a fazer tudo bem, mas tinha um "passo" que me parecia envolver dobragens a mais e tinha medo de a partir. Agora já está arrumada no saco e da próxima vez não sou eu que a fecho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-8730489353422702549?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8730489353422702549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=8730489353422702549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/8730489353422702549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/8730489353422702549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/catarina-pelos-festivais-de-verao-2.html' title='Catarina pelos festivais de Verão #2'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-7648503498741822079</id><published>2010-07-31T15:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T15:25:45.787+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festivais de Verão'/><title type='text'>Catarina pelos festivais de Verão #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.festivais.xoose.pt/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/festival-sumol-surf-fest-2010.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" id="il_fi" src="http://www.festivais.xoose.pt/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/festival-sumol-surf-fest-2010.png" width="299" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este ano em termos de festivais tem sido demais... Em toda a vida ainda só tinha ido um dia ao SBSR, e outro ao Rock in Rio, 1ª edição, com o meu pai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O balanço até agora é positivo. Fui ao Sumol Summer Fest, e confusões amorosas à parte, adorei! O espírito, o acampamento, tudo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chegámos lá dois dias antes, montámos as tendas num local escolhido como deve ser, e depois foram 5 dias a comer enlatados, dormir umas 4 horas por dia, tomar banhos de água gelada e todas essas coisas de festival... Agora é esperar pelo SW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-7648503498741822079?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7648503498741822079/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=7648503498741822079&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/7648503498741822079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/7648503498741822079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/catarina-pelos-festivais-de-verao-1.html' title='Catarina pelos festivais de Verão #1'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-8559420861196857489</id><published>2010-07-29T12:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T12:21:51.023+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fragmentos de conversas'/><title type='text'>As conversas estes dias têm ido sempre parar a isto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;"Mas e se entrares em Coimbra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Não penses nisso, estamos bem assim e isso é que interessa, não penses...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Se calhar tu não pensas, mas eu tenho pensado bué, e não quero separar-me de ti"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;E se eu entro em Coimbra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-8559420861196857489?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8559420861196857489/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=8559420861196857489&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/8559420861196857489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/8559420861196857489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/as-conversas-estes-dias-tem-ido-sempre.html' title='As conversas estes dias têm ido sempre parar a isto'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-7120580428531589177</id><published>2010-07-28T20:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T20:56:13.210+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia-a-dia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tenho estado em casa do meu pai com a namorada brasileira dele, e tenho andado no limite da calma e da irritação... Isto confunde-me imenso e nem sei onde me meter... Então hoje pedi ao pessoal que viesse para as praias da Costa, assim podíamos estar juntos... E eles lá fizeram o favor, vieram 3 amigos, incluindo o Miguel. A cena foi que, não estava com ele há 2 dias, e sentia saudades... É normal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Só mais uma coisinha, já vos tinha dito que, para afogar as mágoas, vou estar 10 dias fora? A partir de 2 encontram-me no SW *yay*, e a semaninha a seguir em Milfontes. Ai como eu preciso...&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/22083762-7120580428531589177?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7120580428531589177/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=7120580428531589177&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/7120580428531589177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/7120580428531589177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/tenho-estado-em-casa-do-meu-pai-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-2690939787735918701</id><published>2010-07-25T23:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T15:26:04.578+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fragmentos de conversas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia-a-dia'/><title type='text'>Isto ontem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;gora anda por aí um anuncio cuja música diz o seguinte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"How many times have you been told, if you don't ask you dont get?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;, e então, enquanto tínhamos esta conversa, ele disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Eu por ti faço tudo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;, e eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;pedi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Então vem amanhã a Odivelas ver-me..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt; ele respondeu que era complicado e não podia... Então amanhã vai-me levar a almoçar, feito.&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/22083762-2690939787735918701?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2690939787735918701/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=2690939787735918701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/2690939787735918701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/2690939787735918701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/isto-ontem.html' title='Isto ontem...'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-8810243592515808514</id><published>2010-07-25T00:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T00:20:22.810+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia-a-dia'/><title type='text'>Estou de volta...</title><content type='html'>... dos algarves e com vontade de escrever. Esperem-me pessoas, esperem-me! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-8810243592515808514?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8810243592515808514/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=8810243592515808514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/8810243592515808514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/8810243592515808514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/estou-de-volta.html' title='Estou de volta...'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-4503594719603530150</id><published>2010-07-19T19:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T19:46:02.184+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Constatações do dia'/><title type='text'>Constatações do dia #3</title><content type='html'>Odeio praia com vento!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-4503594719603530150?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4503594719603530150/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=4503594719603530150&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/4503594719603530150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/4503594719603530150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/constatacoes-do-dia-3.html' title='Constatações do dia #3'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-5736344099405287205</id><published>2010-07-12T19:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T19:39:55.011+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia-a-dia'/><title type='text'>Primeiro dia de férias a sério...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geografica.be/site/sites/default/files/cocktails.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.geografica.be/site/sites/default/files/cocktails.jpg" style="-webkit-user-select: none;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Isto sim, foi&amp;nbsp;um dia de férias... Dia todo na praia, almoçar na esplanada, beber um sumo de frutas natural, dar uns belos mergulhos... Tinha sido um dia perfeito, se não tivesse de estar a cuidar de uma criança de 5 anos... Pois é, está uma colega da minha mãe a passar aqui uma semaninha connosco, e tem consigo a filha de 5 anos, que me "chateou" a tarde toda para eu fazer castelos, bolos, construções com as formas e sei lá eu mais o quê...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora é esperar pela noite, vou armar-me em camone e vou à marina beber um cocktail enquanto procuro um estrangeiro qualquer para "lavar os olhos".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Finalmente sim, respira-se!&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/22083762-5736344099405287205?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5736344099405287205/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=5736344099405287205&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/5736344099405287205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/5736344099405287205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/primeiro-dia-de-ferias-serio.html' title='Primeiro dia de férias a sério...'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-3532386181124635018</id><published>2010-07-11T18:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T18:29:45.787+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia-a-dia'/><title type='text'>Só tenho a dizer que...</title><content type='html'>... Cada vez estou mais decidida. Que dias mais bons estes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-3532386181124635018?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3532386181124635018/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=3532386181124635018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/3532386181124635018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/3532386181124635018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-tenho-dizer-que.html' title='Só tenho a dizer que...'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-7860611653854838277</id><published>2010-07-10T17:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T17:25:00.293+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia-a-dia'/><title type='text'>Algarve, aqui vou eu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXdqZPguyQo/ShU96VlIkHI/AAAAAAAACrc/sg-mOdMSXpE/s1600/esplanada.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXdqZPguyQo/ShU96VlIkHI/AAAAAAAACrc/sg-mOdMSXpE/s320/esplanada.bmp" style="-webkit-user-select: none;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou sair agora, a próxima mensagem já vos é escrita, quem sabe, de uma cadeira numa esplanada.&lt;br /&gt;Até já ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-7860611653854838277?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7860611653854838277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=7860611653854838277&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/7860611653854838277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/7860611653854838277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/algarve-aqui-vou-eu.html' title='Algarve, aqui vou eu!'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KXdqZPguyQo/ShU96VlIkHI/AAAAAAAACrc/sg-mOdMSXpE/s72-c/esplanada.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-1890979061945729495</id><published>2010-07-10T15:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T15:00:15.922+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pedaços da minha tristeza'/><title type='text'>Foi hoje</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje foi a gota de àgua... Depois de uma longa conversa ontem, hoje explodi. Comecei a chorar baba e ranho, preguei um valente susto à mãe e a mim própria. Isto não é para mim... Se ontem tinha certezas de que quando isto tudo acabasse, ia ficar com o Diogo, hoje as certezas são praticamente o contrário. Estou farta disto, ainda bem que vou hoje de férias!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-1890979061945729495?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1890979061945729495/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=1890979061945729495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/1890979061945729495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/1890979061945729495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/foi-hoje.html' title='Foi hoje'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-7596286167267942296</id><published>2010-07-09T17:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T17:23:00.333+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedaços de mim'/><title type='text'>Sou estranha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTd9Fsx13YE/SMiMxjT-O2I/AAAAAAAABYY/qQ5oFHUtg3U/s1600/Massa+Caseira+017-e-mm.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTd9Fsx13YE/SMiMxjT-O2I/AAAAAAAABYY/qQ5oFHUtg3U/s320/Massa+Caseira+017-e-mm.JPG" style="-webkit-user-select: none;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... E como já tenho a fama, fico também com o proveito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Desde sempre que, à hora do lanche, gosto de comer uma refeição como deve ser. Portanto vou ali comer um prato de massa com delícias do mar e já volto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-7596286167267942296?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7596286167267942296/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=7596286167267942296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/7596286167267942296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/7596286167267942296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/sou-estranha.html' title='Sou estranha...'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UTd9Fsx13YE/SMiMxjT-O2I/AAAAAAAABYY/qQ5oFHUtg3U/s72-c/Massa+Caseira+017-e-mm.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-6169917631306382824</id><published>2010-07-09T14:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T17:24:17.898+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia-a-dia'/><title type='text'>É amanhã</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://soshopaholic.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/a-praia-de-carneiros-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" src="http://soshopaholic.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/a-praia-de-carneiros-1.jpg" style="-webkit-user-select: none;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pois é, é amanhã que vou para o Algarve, sair daqui, afastar-me das confusões, ficar de papo para o ar a ver se me bronzeio mais (sim, já tenho uma corzinha :D) e dar uns mergulhos no mar que já tão bem conheço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas não se preocupem, este ano levo net! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-6169917631306382824?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6169917631306382824/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=6169917631306382824&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/6169917631306382824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/6169917631306382824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/e-amanha.html' title='É amanhã'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-7760561668288361875</id><published>2010-07-08T22:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T22:50:03.082+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escola'/><title type='text'>Confusões amorosas à parte... #2</title><content type='html'>As notas foram o que se esperava, 15 a matemática e 14 a português. Física e química e biologia e geologia é que não consegui subir, e é isso que me irrita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Pessoas, digam-me, qual é a lógica de em Lisboa, para enfermagem, se poder entrar com a específica de economia? Se alguem souber que me explique, eu não entendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-7760561668288361875?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7760561668288361875/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=7760561668288361875&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/7760561668288361875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/7760561668288361875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/confusoes-amorosas-parte-2.html' title='Confusões amorosas à parte... #2'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-7883679873604706224</id><published>2010-07-08T10:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T10:41:22.034+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fragmentos de conversas'/><title type='text'>Ora bem...</title><content type='html'>... Por um lado tenho o Diogo a dizer-me isto:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Sei que foi tudo um jogo de sedução. Um deslize teu, e um aproveitamento dele. Mas não faz mal. Compreendo o teu conflito contigo própria, porque de certa forma, eu também o sinto. A maior vontade é ajudar-te, e farei tudo para que tal aconteça. Sei que tens de resolver o teu conflito e só depois poderás fazer a tua escolha. Sei acima de tudo que somos amigos, e que na nossa relação nunca houve duvidas dos nossos sentimentos. Sempre fomos sinceros, e sempre seremos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Por outro tenho esta conversa com o Miguel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;"Cat: Se eu voltasse para o Diogo, que é que dizias?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Miguel: Dizer não dizia nada porque eu quero é que estejas bem, mas pensava que tinha sido um burro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;C: Burro porquê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;M: Porque abdiquei de coisas e mudei por ti, e tinha sido tudo em vão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;C: Mas eu não quero que abdiques de nada por mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;M: Sim, mas se há coisas que te podem magoar e fazem com que eu te possa perder, eu não quero arriscar sequer..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;E eu pronto, vou andando aqui no meio...&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/22083762-7883679873604706224?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7883679873604706224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=7883679873604706224&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/7883679873604706224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/7883679873604706224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/ora-bem.html' title='Ora bem...'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-9029873315909112372</id><published>2010-07-07T22:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T22:52:41.127+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escola'/><title type='text'>Confusões amorosas à parte...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2vxd3PfBc1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2vxd3PfBc1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;... Amanhã é dia de ir ver as notas dos exames. Estou supernervosa porque provavelmente não vou entrar em Lisboa, não tenho média e isso assusta-me imenso. Se eu não entrar este ano, para além de ter um desgosto enorme não sei o que fazer...&lt;br /&gt;O que está feito está feito, agora é esperar, mas que isto me dá cabo dos nervos, dá...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-9029873315909112372?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9029873315909112372/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=9029873315909112372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/9029873315909112372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/9029873315909112372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/confusoes-amorosas-parte.html' title='Confusões amorosas à parte...'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-6344642484718166836</id><published>2010-07-07T17:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T17:37:36.066+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dias menos bons'/><title type='text'>Primeiro passo</title><content type='html'>É pá, é que bati mesmo no fundo. Estou em casa, de pijama, a deprimir, fico na cama até às 15h porque "assim o dia de amanha chega mais depressa...", e vou-me preocupando com tudo e com nada e a não fazer nada e "vai-se andando"&amp;nbsp;porque a vida é mesmo assim.&lt;br /&gt;Os meus amigos combinam coisas para eu não me sentir tão mal "Catarina, bora à praia, bora tomar café, lachar, sai de casa", e eu não quero porque me sinto doente e sei lá. Eles mandam-me tomar banhos de hora em hora que assim sinto-me melhor, vou fazendo o que me dizem...&lt;br /&gt;Quero dormir e acordar sábado, ir para o Algarve e sair daqui.&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei ao fundo mas tenho noção disso, e esse é o primeiro passo não é?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"When you fall get up, oh oh, and if you fall get up eh eh"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-6344642484718166836?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6344642484718166836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=6344642484718166836&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/6344642484718166836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/6344642484718166836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/primeiro-passo.html' title='Primeiro passo'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-1641653955869038986</id><published>2010-07-07T16:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T16:24:52.170+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Constatações do dia'/><title type='text'>Constatações do dia #2</title><content type='html'>O tabaco é um vicio estúpido. Eu sou estupida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-1641653955869038986?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1641653955869038986/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=1641653955869038986&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/1641653955869038986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/1641653955869038986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/constatacoes-do-dia-2.html' title='Constatações do dia #2'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-3282543937184288003</id><published>2010-07-06T18:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T18:26:56.832+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Constatações do dia'/><title type='text'>Constatações do dia #1</title><content type='html'>Odeio ver mulheres com soutien de alças transparentes, fica mal...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-3282543937184288003?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3282543937184288003/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=3282543937184288003&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/3282543937184288003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/3282543937184288003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/constatacoes-do-dia-1.html' title='Constatações do dia #1'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-1752553905045039514</id><published>2010-07-06T11:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T11:04:49.757+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas Doces'/><title type='text'>Pai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="webkit-fake-url://607B85A9-C9A7-4421-AA57-B3F76301FC05/pai_e_filha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="pai_e_filha.jpg" border="0" height="240" src="webkit-fake-url://607B85A9-C9A7-4421-AA57-B3F76301FC05/pai_e_filha.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;E foi o meu pai, que costuma ser ausente e parecer não se estar a preocupar com nado relacionado comigo, que me deu as primeiras palavras de conforto. Ligou-me assim que soube, disse para eu ter calma, ir tomar um duche que me ia fazer bem, e apesar de termos estado juntos ontem convidou-me para ir almoçar com ele hoje, para eu poder desabafar e ter o apoio dele.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada pai.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-1752553905045039514?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1752553905045039514/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=1752553905045039514&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/1752553905045039514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/1752553905045039514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/pai.html' title='Pai'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-4082741478106937682</id><published>2010-07-06T09:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T09:23:00.854+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dias menos bons'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It turns out, sometimes you have to do the wrong thing. Sometimes you have to make a big mistake to figure out how to make things right. Mistakes are painful, but they’re the only way to find out who you really are"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/b&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/22083762-4082741478106937682?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4082741478106937682/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=4082741478106937682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/4082741478106937682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/4082741478106937682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-turns-out-sometimes-you-have-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-5505854888300712667</id><published>2010-07-05T23:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T23:02:57.608+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dias menos bons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pedaços da minha tristeza'/><title type='text'>F*deu geral</title><content type='html'>E pronto, aconteceu... O Diogo deve ter vindo procurar o blogue e leu tudo. Disse-me coisas que me magoaram, no entanto é tudo verdade... Irritou-me ele ter vindo procurar o blogue mesmo sabendo que era uma coisa pessoal e que eu não queria que ele visse, mas também nem tive coragem de dizer nada.&lt;br /&gt;Agora é deixar andar, estou cansada desta vida...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-5505854888300712667?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5505854888300712667/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=5505854888300712667&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/5505854888300712667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/5505854888300712667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/fdeu-geral.html' title='F*deu geral'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-4032623460371316231</id><published>2010-07-04T21:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T21:52:02.404+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dúvidas'/><title type='text'>Confusões</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="webkit-fake-url://C373F584-9637-4A2E-B081-9E1AAADE3770/triangulo%20amoroso%5B3%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="triangulo amoroso[3].jpg" border="0" height="250" src="webkit-fake-url://C373F584-9637-4A2E-B081-9E1AAADE3770/triangulo%20amoroso%5B3%5D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como disse no post anterior, normalmente venho aqui quando estou metida em confusões. E desta vez estou metida cá numa alhada...&lt;br /&gt;Namoro há 6 meses com o Diogo... Há coisa de 2 semanas fomos acampar à Ericeira a propósito do festivel Sumol Summer Fest, foi o grupo de amigos e mais um amigo de um amigo com o qual já tinha estado algumas vezes. É o garanhão lá da zona, um "come-gajas"... E não é que nos começámos a dar bem, muito bem até... Depois do acampamento fomos dois dias para casa de um amigo, e aí ele atirava-se mesmo descaradamente a mim, com o Diogo por perto... Voltámos cada um para sua casa, e começámos a falar por sms.&amp;nbsp;Combinámos encontrarmo-nos no dia a seguir no Marquês, já que eu ia almoçar lá e depois tinhamos de vir os dois para Odivelas.&lt;br /&gt;Fui ter com ele, mas sempre com o pensamento que ele era um "come-gajas". Encontrámo-nos e começámos a andar pelo Marquês, fomos ao Mc Donald's do Rossio, fomos à baixa, foi perfeito, tudo improvisado, mesmo como eu gosto... Ele demonstrou-me ser uma pessoa completamente diferente da ideia que eu tinha: afinal é envergonhado, cora quando eu digo alguma coisa que o faz ficar nervoso, desvia o olhar montes de vezes e coisas assim...&lt;br /&gt;Ás tantas, estávamos no Rossio, vira-se ele &lt;i&gt;"Anda comigo, vou-te levar ao melhor cinema de Lisboa" &lt;/i&gt;e eu fui... Fomos até à Avenida de Roma, enganámo-nos no caminho, voltámos para trás e lá chegámos ao cinema Londres. A sessão já tinha começado há coisa de 45min, e o filme era um daqueles da saga do Crepúsculo, que nenhum de nós viu nem sabia do assunto. Decidimos entrar mesmo o filme já indo a meio. Conversámos o resto do filme todo, não prestámos atenção nenhuma ao filme, e no fim ele beijou-me... Foi bom, não vou negar, e desde dia 1 que andamos assim... Ele diz que "assentou" e realmente está diferente daquilo que eu conhecia dele.&lt;br /&gt;Era tudo perfeito se não existisse o Diogo. Já não tenho aquela vontade de estar com ele, e sinto que da próxima vez que estivermos juntos vou estar a pensar é no Miguel...&lt;br /&gt;E agora digam-me sinceramente, o que é que eu faço?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-4032623460371316231?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4032623460371316231/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=4032623460371316231&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/4032623460371316231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/4032623460371316231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/confusoes.html' title='Confusões'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-7712307630305497382</id><published>2010-07-04T15:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T15:42:14.514+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedaços de mim'/><title type='text'>De volta!</title><content type='html'>E não é que tinha saudades deste cantinho que é tão meu?&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que quando a minha vida anda "de pantanas" eu venho sempre cá parar. Novidades a caminho, preparem-se...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-7712307630305497382?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7712307630305497382/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=7712307630305497382&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/7712307630305497382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/7712307630305497382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/de-volta.html' title='De volta!'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-2844444374132718588</id><published>2010-02-25T00:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-25T00:06:52.892Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia-a-dia'/><title type='text'>Esta ventania anda a dar cabo de mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/S4W-sPNkWDI/AAAAAAAAAWI/RzeAgYBPtj8/s1600-h/pinheiro-ao-vento-gnd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/S4W-sPNkWDI/AAAAAAAAAWI/RzeAgYBPtj8/s320/pinheiro-ao-vento-gnd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nestes dias tem feito uma ventania, que já pensei seriamente que era desta que voava... E não era só eu. Pelo ar anda pó, folhas de árvores, lixo, chapéus, e coisas que tais. Está tanto vento que até o cigarro e papéis me voam das mãos... E é só mesmo para não falar do cabelo, que nestes dias só apetece fazer um rabo de cavalo e sair de casa assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alguma alma caridosa me sabe dizer quando vai parar este vendaval?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-2844444374132718588?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2844444374132718588/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=2844444374132718588&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/2844444374132718588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/2844444374132718588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/esta-ventania-anda-dar-cabo-de-mim.html' title='Esta ventania anda a dar cabo de mim...'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/S4W-sPNkWDI/AAAAAAAAAWI/RzeAgYBPtj8/s72-c/pinheiro-ao-vento-gnd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-2729080011007167345</id><published>2010-02-17T22:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:31:37.792Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia-a-dia'/><title type='text'>Esta vida...</title><content type='html'>... Que tenho levado não me tem deixado vir aqui regularmente. Tenho tido imensos trabalhos e testes e afazeres.&lt;br /&gt;Peço desculpa por não ter passado pelos vossos blogues.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho imensas novidades, amanha ponho tudo em dia ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-2729080011007167345?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2729080011007167345/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=2729080011007167345&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/2729080011007167345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/2729080011007167345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/esta-vida.html' title='Esta vida...'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-7896906049964038048</id><published>2010-01-03T18:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-04T00:24:18.228Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fragmentos de conversas'/><title type='text'>E de um momento para o outro...</title><content type='html'>... Vira-se para mim e diz-me: &lt;em&gt;"acredita que, digamos que tipo... gostas de whiskey, bebes cerveja, tens um feitio adoravel, és uma rapariga super interessante ( e nao digo isto pelo alcool, era só uma "metafora" ), és teimosa, preguiçosa, isso é super, tipo eeeeeerrrrrrr!!!! Tiras uma pessoa do serio as vezes, e eu gosto disso... Vá, tens um feitio fod*"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu a modos que fiquei... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-7896906049964038048?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7896906049964038048/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=7896906049964038048&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/7896906049964038048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/7896906049964038048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/e-de-um-momento-para-o-outro.html' title='E de um momento para o outro...'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-312828996053032139</id><published>2009-12-31T20:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-31T20:00:01.057Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alegrias'/><title type='text'>Passagem de Ano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SzkrrVB2JbI/AAAAAAAAAWA/es7FFGrqKQI/s1600-h/brinde5xn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SzkrrVB2JbI/AAAAAAAAAWA/es7FFGrqKQI/s320/brinde5xn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só para reforçar os votos de um ano novo repleto de coisas boas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;Até 2010! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Mensagem programada)&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/22083762-312828996053032139?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/312828996053032139/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=312828996053032139&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/312828996053032139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/312828996053032139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/passagem-de-ano.html' title='Passagem de Ano'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SzkrrVB2JbI/AAAAAAAAAWA/es7FFGrqKQI/s72-c/brinde5xn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-7366075040346929907</id><published>2009-12-28T22:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-28T22:03:09.947Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas com que fico eufórica'/><title type='text'>Na passagem de ano...</title><content type='html'>... Vou estar por Porto Covo. Eu, &amp;nbsp;mais 9 amigos e casa alugada... Alguém tem dúvidas que vai ser qualquer coisa de *--* ?&amp;nbsp;Volto dia 2.&lt;br /&gt;Aproveito para deixar a todos os que por aqui passam um ano novo melhor que o velho, e cheio de coisas boas!&lt;br /&gt;Boas entradas em 2010!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-7366075040346929907?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7366075040346929907/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=7366075040346929907&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/7366075040346929907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/7366075040346929907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/na-passagem-de-ano.html' title='Na passagem de ano...'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-7594548000163416420</id><published>2009-12-26T21:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-26T21:24:46.051Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia-a-dia'/><title type='text'>Estes dias...</title><content type='html'>... Têm sido uma azáfama... Montes de bolos para comer, e as sobras do Natal... :P&lt;br /&gt;Peço desculpa pela minha ausência e por não ter tido tempo para passar pelos vossos blogs, mas sabem como é...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-7594548000163416420?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7594548000163416420/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=7594548000163416420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/7594548000163416420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/7594548000163416420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/estes-dias.html' title='Estes dias...'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-6555825182804027786</id><published>2009-12-24T17:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-24T17:52:53.361Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natal'/><title type='text'>Natal #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SzOo633vKyI/AAAAAAAAAVw/2p6XMX3pTlU/s1600-h/P1070250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SzOo633vKyI/AAAAAAAAAVw/2p6XMX3pTlU/s320/P1070250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SzOo54dlwLI/AAAAAAAAAVo/CcPzwH4blxg/s1600-h/P1070249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SzOo54dlwLI/AAAAAAAAAVo/CcPzwH4blxg/s320/P1070249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A mesa já está posta, o bacalhau já está ao lume, as couves, os camarões e a carne também. Falta descascar a fruta e chegar a famelga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Digam lá se a mesa não está um mimo? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SzOo8r2RqHI/AAAAAAAAAV4/SzR7HMkNw1A/s1600-h/P1070252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SzOo8r2RqHI/AAAAAAAAAV4/SzR7HMkNw1A/s320/P1070252.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ahh, e claro que não podia faltar a mesa dos doces... (Esta ainda está um bocado pobresinha, mas ainda vão chegar mais bolos, e para espanto de todos, &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;fiz um doce!&lt;/span&gt;). O bolo de anos é para a minha avó, que faz hoje 85 anos. É claro que ela não vai ler isto, mas deixo aqui um grande beijinho que ainda não pôde ser dado pessoalmente (família a vir do Algarve, sabem como é... :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;E pronto, desejo a todos os que por aqui passarem um Santo e Feliz Natal, cheio de Saúde e coisas boas!&lt;br /&gt;&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/22083762-6555825182804027786?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6555825182804027786/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=6555825182804027786&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/6555825182804027786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/6555825182804027786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/mesa-ja-esta-posta-o-bacalhau-ja-esta.html' title='Natal #1'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SzOo633vKyI/AAAAAAAAAVw/2p6XMX3pTlU/s72-c/P1070250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-2276206377821265203</id><published>2009-12-23T20:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-23T20:23:58.239Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas com que fico eufórica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alegrias'/><title type='text'>O Meu Carro é Lindo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SzJ8NJIjDII/AAAAAAAAAU4/oS50x4R8dmE/s1600-h/Citroen_C1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SzJ8NJIjDII/AAAAAAAAAU4/oS50x4R8dmE/s400/Citroen_C1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ainda não vos contei... &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Comprei um carro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comprei como quem diz, a minha mãe comprou, mas daqui a 6 meses e de carta tirada já o posso conduzir ;D&lt;br /&gt;A minha mãe tirou a carta há 24 anos, e não conduzia há 20. Agora aventurou-se... Comprou um C1, igualzinho da foto, bem pequenino e com caixa automática para ser mais fácil, e olhem que tem bastante jeito!&lt;br /&gt;Já damos as nossas voltas por aqui, e tem corrido tudo bem.&lt;br /&gt;Melhor prenda no sapatinho! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-2276206377821265203?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2276206377821265203/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=2276206377821265203&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/2276206377821265203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/2276206377821265203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-meu-carro-e-lindo.html' title='O Meu Carro é Lindo!'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SzJ8NJIjDII/AAAAAAAAAU4/oS50x4R8dmE/s72-c/Citroen_C1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-62345158457553840</id><published>2009-12-22T16:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-22T16:58:41.759Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia-a-dia'/><title type='text'>Cozinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SzD6rm_b3jI/AAAAAAAAAUw/o20VV6jc-k0/s1600-h/mulher_na_cozinha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SzD6rm_b3jI/AAAAAAAAAUw/o20VV6jc-k0/s320/mulher_na_cozinha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;São 16h52 e eu vou começar a almoçar agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Confesso que não tenho grande jeito para a cozinha, aliás, não tenho grande nem pequeno, não tenho... Então hoje decidi fazer uma coisa simples para o almoço, omelete de atum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Concluindo, ficou com um aspecto horrivel, mas está bem saborosa!&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/22083762-62345158457553840?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/62345158457553840/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=62345158457553840&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/62345158457553840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/62345158457553840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/cozinha.html' title='Cozinha'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SzD6rm_b3jI/AAAAAAAAAUw/o20VV6jc-k0/s72-c/mulher_na_cozinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-4511390267386360754</id><published>2009-12-22T13:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-22T13:41:36.918Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Textos Soltos'/><title type='text'>Ontem...</title><content type='html'>... Não houve água aqui na zona, durante o dia todo.&amp;nbsp;Não odeiam quando isso acontece?&lt;br /&gt;O duche de hoje soube tão bem...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-4511390267386360754?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4511390267386360754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=4511390267386360754&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/4511390267386360754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/4511390267386360754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/ontem.html' title='Ontem...'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-5365878071759818650</id><published>2009-12-21T15:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-21T18:39:53.700Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes e Livros'/><title type='text'>Avatar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Sy-YKbQjBEI/AAAAAAAAAUo/tAbhEXEPKO0/s1600-h/avatar_movie_poster_by_rushpoint-691x1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Sy-YKbQjBEI/AAAAAAAAAUo/tAbhEXEPKO0/s320/avatar_movie_poster_by_rushpoint-691x1024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fui ontem ver este filme e a-do-rei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O filme saiu na 5ª feira passada, e todos os meus amigos diziam que queriam ir ver e que o filme devia ser o máximo. Eu não pensava nada disto, tinha visto a apresentação e não me tinha chamado muito à atenção. No entanto, ontem fui ao campo pequeno e lá decidi ver o filme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os primeiros 10 minutos confesso que não estava a perceber nada do filme, mas no fim saí de lá completamente rendida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O filme é acerca de um planeta novo, ao qual os humanos foram e descobriram que existia um mineral com um valor comercial bastante elevado, e as maiores reservas desse mineral estão precisamente debaixo da árvore onde os nativos desse planeta vivem. O planeta é lindo, a flora é espectacular, e o filme está supercriativo,&amp;nbsp;arrebatou completamente as minhas expectativas e conquistou logo um lugar nos meus filmes favoritos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não vou comentar mais o filme, porque certamente poucas pessoas já o viram, mas tenho a dizer que a mensagem que o filme transmite é qualquer coisa de espectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Basicamente, o filme mostra-nos que qualquer coisa que o nós, ser humano, descubra, quer destruir, estragar, roubar, e ficar com tudo para si. Acho que a mensagem é bem&amp;nbsp;perceptível, mas vou deixar que vocês mesmos tirem essas conclusões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Sem dúvida que recomendo!&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/22083762-5365878071759818650?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5365878071759818650/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=5365878071759818650&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/5365878071759818650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/5365878071759818650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/avatar.html' title='Avatar'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Sy-YKbQjBEI/AAAAAAAAAUo/tAbhEXEPKO0/s72-c/avatar_movie_poster_by_rushpoint-691x1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-8656001334911746238</id><published>2009-12-20T20:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-20T20:21:03.344Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejos'/><title type='text'>Há uns quantos anos...</title><content type='html'>... que queria fazer isto. Hoje furei as orelhas!&lt;br /&gt;Quando era pequena já tinha furado, mas assim que furei tirei logo um brinco, porque gostava de usar só um. Entretanto o buraco fechou, e fiquei só com um.&lt;br /&gt;Desde há uns 2 anos, sempre que passo pela ourivesaria digo para mim mesma "devia furar a orelha...". Pois bem, hoje foi o dia. Furei a esquerda, e fiz mais um furo na direita.&lt;br /&gt;Ia supernervosa! Maricas como eu sou, disse ao senhor que era muito&amp;nbsp;sensível&amp;nbsp;à dor, e ele foi bastante&amp;nbsp;simpático.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois bem, mais uma coisa da lista d' "As coisas para fazer antes de morrer" que está feita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Furar as orelhas- check"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-8656001334911746238?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8656001334911746238/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=8656001334911746238&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/8656001334911746238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/8656001334911746238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/ha-uns-quantos-anos.html' title='Há uns quantos anos...'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-912411298429588137</id><published>2009-12-18T17:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-18T17:16:07.717Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desafios'/><title type='text'>Mais selinhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Syu4eKWmINI/AAAAAAAAAUI/1tPxe3Q4i0s/s1600-h/digno%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Syu4eKWmINI/AAAAAAAAAUI/1tPxe3Q4i0s/s320/digno%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fui novamente presenteada com um selinho e desta vez foi a&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://girlinthecloudsss.blogspot.com/"&gt;Girl in the Clouds&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;que mo deu (obrigada, és uma querida). O selo não tem regras, e como é natal, dou este selinho a todos os que acham que tem um blog digno de existir ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-912411298429588137?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/912411298429588137/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=912411298429588137&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/912411298429588137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/912411298429588137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/mais-selinhos.html' title='Mais selinhos'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Syu4eKWmINI/AAAAAAAAAUI/1tPxe3Q4i0s/s72-c/digno%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-2853182971123236002</id><published>2009-12-17T20:10:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-17T20:15:38.583Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Repulsa'/><title type='text'>Odeio!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SyqQxYPFmVI/AAAAAAAAAUA/fgeSfRZI3Vg/s1600-h/42-16585545.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SyqQxYPFmVI/AAAAAAAAAUA/fgeSfRZI3Vg/s320/42-16585545.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Este ano entrou um aluno novo lá para a turma, e, tal como qualquer rapaz que entre na escola, as miudas de 12 e 13 anos ficam completamente apaixonadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A este meu amigo calharam-lhe logo umas 5, das quais duas tem 13 anos, e perseguem-no, literalmente! Onde quer que ele vá, elas estão lá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Então não é que uma colega minha hoje me diz "olha, anda aí a circular o boato que acabaste um relacionamento de 3 anos para andar com o D.". Eu olhei para ela com cara de "WTF?", e pronto, foi isto. De tal modo que chegou aos ouvidos do meu ex-namorado, antes de eu saber do boato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É por estas e por outras que eu odeio mexericos, boatos, e coisinhas de raparigas. A sério, odeio mesmo! Tira-me do sério. Rapariguinhas irritantes e com dor de cotovelo, era uma chapada a cada uma e ficava o assunto resolvido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(E só mesmo assim a titulo de curiosidade, hoje foi a primeira vez que lhe dei aqueles "dois beijinhos" de despedida, mas aos olhos da escola, já andamos e possivelmente para a semana vou aparecer grávida. Preparem-se...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Seriously, get a life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/22083762-2853182971123236002?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2853182971123236002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=2853182971123236002&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/2853182971123236002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/2853182971123236002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/odeio.html' title='Odeio!'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SyqQxYPFmVI/AAAAAAAAAUA/fgeSfRZI3Vg/s72-c/42-16585545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-5954901997434656011</id><published>2009-12-16T22:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-16T22:43:40.016Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desafios'/><title type='text'>Selinhos e essas coisas</title><content type='html'>Pois é, parece que o&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://epidemiadeloucuras.blogspot.com/"&gt;Neisseria Gonorrhoae&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;presenteou os blogues que seguia com dois selinhos. Como ele segue aqui o "estaminé", fui contemplada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O primeiro selo não tem regras, só passar a outros bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Syld95JtK0I/AAAAAAAAATw/6rLyiKFk1RI/s1600-h/rem_dioBlog.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Syld95JtK0I/AAAAAAAAATw/6rLyiKFk1RI/s320/rem_dioBlog.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;E como não tem número limite, passo a:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://girlinthecloudsss.blogspot.com/"&gt;Girl in the Clouds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifeinachocolatecup.blogspot.com/"&gt;Life in a Chocolate Cup&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://keeponwalkingwoman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Keep On Walking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://borboletaendiabrada.blogspot.com/"&gt;Borboleta Endiabrada&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nice-and-sweet.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nice and Sweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pezinhosdecinderela11.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pezinhos de Cinderela&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E claro, retribuo ao&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://epidemiadeloucuras.blogspot.com/"&gt;Neisseria Gonorrhoeae&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Segundo selo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SylglaBLeqI/AAAAAAAAAT4/nBemZkYqffA/s1600-h/selinhofofo%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SylglaBLeqI/AAAAAAAAAT4/nBemZkYqffA/s320/selinhofofo%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O segundo selo já tem algumas regras, são elas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Oferecer o selinho para 10 blogs.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Ofereço aos mesmos indicados em cima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Avisar os indicados.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Dizer o que achou do selo:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um selinho, é engraçado... Eu gosto destas coisas :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. A pessoa que receber o selinho deve deixar um recadinho no blog de quem a indicou.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Esta é com&amp;nbsp;vocês...&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/22083762-5954901997434656011?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5954901997434656011/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=5954901997434656011&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/5954901997434656011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/5954901997434656011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/selinhos-e-essas-coisas.html' title='Selinhos e essas coisas'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Syld95JtK0I/AAAAAAAAATw/6rLyiKFk1RI/s72-c/rem_dioBlog.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-5494010848215408770</id><published>2009-12-16T21:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-16T21:57:46.154Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes e Livros'/><title type='text'>Pandemia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SylX0BmhFLI/AAAAAAAAATo/mRmGVeEBn_g/s1600-h/poster2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SylX0BmhFLI/AAAAAAAAATo/mRmGVeEBn_g/s320/poster2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje como não tínhamos nada para fazer em várias aulas,&amp;nbsp;decidimos&amp;nbsp;ver um filme. O escolhido foi "Pandemia".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A principio confesso que até estava empolgada com o filme, e a meio também, mas do final não gostei nada... Não vou estar aqui a contar a história, porque há pessoas que certamente ainda não viram, mas estava à espera da outro tipo de final. Parece que o filme fica meio em "suspenso".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De qualquer maneira, recomendo ;D&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/22083762-5494010848215408770?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5494010848215408770/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=5494010848215408770&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/5494010848215408770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/5494010848215408770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/pandemia.html' title='Pandemia'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SylX0BmhFLI/AAAAAAAAATo/mRmGVeEBn_g/s72-c/poster2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-6318610421259092577</id><published>2009-12-15T18:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-15T18:44:40.067Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sei lá'/><title type='text'>Goggle Chrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SyfY9ZiVB4I/AAAAAAAAATg/XerXE339ukY/s1600-h/google_chrome_icon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SyfY9ZiVB4I/AAAAAAAAATg/XerXE339ukY/s200/google_chrome_icon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para quem não sabe (toda a gente&amp;nbsp;então...), o meu computador é a coisa mais lenta desta vida... Para abrir uma página da internet demora 3 anos, depois de vez em quando pára durante um bocado, e por aí. E não é que hoje descobri que uma coisa que tinha instalada no meu pc me ia ser muito útil? Pois é... Tinha o google chrome instalado (instalou com o google maps), e nunca tinha aberto nem sabia o que era... Hoje em conversa falámos disto, e decidi experimentar. Conclusão, é um browser, e isto aqui funciona que é uma maravilha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estou tão contente, nem o frio cortante que se faz sentir na rua me desanima :P&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/22083762-6318610421259092577?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6318610421259092577/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=6318610421259092577&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/6318610421259092577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/6318610421259092577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/goggle-chrome.html' title='Goggle Chrome'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SyfY9ZiVB4I/AAAAAAAAATg/XerXE339ukY/s72-c/google_chrome_icon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-2133401280019435590</id><published>2009-12-14T20:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-14T20:42:59.069Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dias menos bons'/><title type='text'>Ahhhhhhhhh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SyajQ_efF1I/AAAAAAAAATY/yRZzhB_BWgY/s1600-h/irritada_computador.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rs="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SyajQ_efF1I/AAAAAAAAATY/yRZzhB_BWgY/s400/irritada_computador.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estou &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;irritiada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; com isto tudo! A sério que estou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Então não é que chego a casa, sento-me muito bem, pronta para fazer o último relatório do ano, demoro duas horas a fazer o dito cujo, e no fim isto nao guarda... Olhem, fiquei para morrer, atirei uns quantos livros ao chão e verti umas lágrimas. A seguir, com uma valente dor de cabeça, comecei tudo de novo, e passado outras duas horas lá o acabei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há dias em que simplesmente não devia ter saído da cama.&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/22083762-2133401280019435590?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2133401280019435590/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=2133401280019435590&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/2133401280019435590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/2133401280019435590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/ahhhhhhhhh.html' title='Ahhhhhhhhh!'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SyajQ_efF1I/AAAAAAAAATY/yRZzhB_BWgY/s72-c/irritada_computador.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-74800603162528874</id><published>2009-12-14T09:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-14T09:24:00.460Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alegrias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escola'/><title type='text'>Férias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SyWGdUSqagI/AAAAAAAAATQ/OiLRNyOFfyA/s1600-h/liberdade-estrada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SyWGdUSqagI/AAAAAAAAATQ/OiLRNyOFfyA/s320/liberdade-estrada.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Era mesmo só para dizer que daqui a 4 dias estou de férias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Posso ir passear na baixa, comer castanhas, ir aos armazéns do Chiado, vegetar no sofá, e fazer todas essas coisas que me têm apetecido fazer nos últimos tempos e não tenho podido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vou só ali dar um suspiro de alívio e já volto...&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/22083762-74800603162528874?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/74800603162528874/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=74800603162528874&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/74800603162528874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/74800603162528874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/ferias.html' title='Férias'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SyWGdUSqagI/AAAAAAAAATQ/OiLRNyOFfyA/s72-c/liberdade-estrada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-5068477685342265446</id><published>2009-12-13T22:05:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:07:10.883Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dúvidas'/><title type='text'>Ai...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SyVku8kXFzI/AAAAAAAAATI/kbPOHGewmLE/s1600-h/leon600span.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SyVku8kXFzI/AAAAAAAAATI/kbPOHGewmLE/s320/leon600span.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;O bichinho pelas artes sempre morou aqui, e odeio, odeio, odeio estar com arquitectos. Faz-me sempre pensar que fui pelo caminho errado, que me podia sentir mais realizada neste momento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;O facto é que todos os anos abriu o agrupamento de artes na minha escola, e no ano em que eu teria de escolher, foi precisamente o único em que não abriu... Será que isto foi um sinal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Bah... :/&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/22083762-5068477685342265446?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5068477685342265446/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=5068477685342265446&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/5068477685342265446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/5068477685342265446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/ai.html' title='Ai...'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SyVku8kXFzI/AAAAAAAAATI/kbPOHGewmLE/s72-c/leon600span.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-3510496456072226929</id><published>2009-12-12T22:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-12T22:31:45.260Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas com que fico eufórica'/><title type='text'>Prenda de Natal #2</title><content type='html'>E a propósito &lt;a href="http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/prenda-de-natal.html"&gt;disto&lt;/a&gt;, só queria dizer que consegui convencer os meus pais a oferecerem-mo.&lt;br /&gt;Na noite de natal vou estar assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q_phU1coQCU&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&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/q_phU1coQCU&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" 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;Já imaginaram? ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-3510496456072226929?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3510496456072226929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=3510496456072226929&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/3510496456072226929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/3510496456072226929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/prenda-de-natal-2.html' title='Prenda de Natal #2'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-7375863899601920740</id><published>2009-12-12T19:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-12T19:12:05.226Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As minhas coisas preferidas'/><title type='text'>As minhas coisas preferidas #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se há acessório que eu gosto, mas que gosto mesmo mesmo, são os óculos de sol. Por mim comprava quase todos os que vejo. Redondos, quadrados, pretos, ás cores, com riscas, ás bolinhas (tenho mesmo uns ás bolinhas!) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora há coisa de pouco tempo, comprei uns lindos! São do género dos wayfarer da ray ban, que toda a gente usa, mas são assim ás manchas castanhas e têm as lentes esverdeadas, como os óculos antigos (parecidos com os da foto), mas são da Pepe Jeans, e custaram 35€ (bem menos que os originais ;D). E uma coisa que gosto nestes óculos, é que me ficam mesmo bem (modéstia à parte :P), seja de cabelo apanhado ou solto, o que não acontece com a maior parte dos óculos que experimento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SyPqajJWJVI/AAAAAAAAATA/RIW9RGCjgz8/s1600-h/img_5984047_1248638936_abig.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SyPqajJWJVI/AAAAAAAAATA/RIW9RGCjgz8/s320/img_5984047_1248638936_abig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estou mesmo contente com a minha compra! Se alguem estiver interessado, comprei na Pepe Jeans do campera, e havia nesta cor, em vermelho e em branco.&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/22083762-7375863899601920740?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7375863899601920740/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=7375863899601920740&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/7375863899601920740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/7375863899601920740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/as-minhas-coisas-preferidas-2.html' title='As minhas coisas preferidas #2'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SyPqajJWJVI/AAAAAAAAATA/RIW9RGCjgz8/s72-c/img_5984047_1248638936_abig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-7831712294153162915</id><published>2009-12-09T20:54:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-09T21:51:14.977Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas com que fico eufórica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alegrias'/><title type='text'>Showcase David Fonseca- Fnac Vasco da Gama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SyAODyffa6I/AAAAAAAAASo/J2_fwlTrl8I/s1600-h/P1070222+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SyAODyffa6I/AAAAAAAAASo/J2_fwlTrl8I/s400/P1070222+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Pois é, não quiseram vir comigo, não sabem o que perderam... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;O showcase foi um espectáculo, aliás, como sempre... Cantou as habituais 5 musiquinhas da praxe, contou piadas, "matou" uma guitarra, tirou-nos fotos, e no fim ainda houve o autógrafo, a foto da praxe, e os 7 minutos de conversa :P. Tal não é o meu espanto, quando me chego ao pé dele, dou os dois beijinhos, e ele "já nos conhecemos não já? Estiveste no showcase de Aveiro não foi?" e eu só pensei "OMG!", e lá disse que sim. Passei o resto da tarde a pensar "ele lembrou-se de mim...". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SyAbj80ev5I/AAAAAAAAAS4/aBAMXdBJgmY/s1600-h/P1070247+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SyAbj80ev5I/AAAAAAAAAS4/aBAMXdBJgmY/s320/P1070247+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;E sim, eu sei&amp;nbsp;que não de se devem meter fotos nossas na net, mas esta eu tinha de meter, tinha... Estamos lindos ou não? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;(Estou com uma cara de poucos amigos porque passei para aí uma hora a rir... Quando foi a hora da foto doíam-me de tal maneira os musculos da cara quando ria, que saiu isto...). Ah, e fiz um video da It's just a dream, inteiro... Mas esse... Esse fica só para mim ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Vá, e agora que sabem que foi fabuloso e que deviam ter ido... Quem me quer acompanhar á Fnac Almada no próximo dia 13? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-7831712294153162915?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7831712294153162915/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=7831712294153162915&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/7831712294153162915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/7831712294153162915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/showcase-david-fonseca-fnac-vasco-da.html' title='Showcase David Fonseca- Fnac Vasco da Gama'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SyAODyffa6I/AAAAAAAAASo/J2_fwlTrl8I/s72-c/P1070222+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-1246921345171545864</id><published>2009-12-08T23:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-08T23:19:41.821Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas com que fico eufórica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alegrias'/><title type='text'>Showcase</title><content type='html'>Aquilo hoje foi simplesmente es-pec-ta-cu-lar!&lt;br /&gt;Amanha conto tudo tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou tão contente! &lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-1246921345171545864?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1246921345171545864/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=1246921345171545864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/1246921345171545864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/1246921345171545864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/showcase.html' title='Showcase'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-8830663711235916060</id><published>2009-12-08T10:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-08T12:13:53.541Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dias menos bons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dúvidas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedaços de mim'/><title type='text'>E quando o futuro nem sempre é o que imaginámos?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Sx2jCaA297I/AAAAAAAAASg/mGyb8JnWFWw/s1600-h/deitado.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Sx2jCaA297I/AAAAAAAAASg/mGyb8JnWFWw/s320/deitado.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Estou tão, mas tão confusa, já nem sei o que pensar, nem como pensar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Não sei quem é que inventou isto, mas escolher aos 18 anos o que ser fazer "para o resto da vida" não me parece nada bem... E o pior é quando não conseguimos atingir os nossos sonhos, os nossos objectivos. Aí é que está o problema e daí é que nasce a frustração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Tudo começa com as médias, e a partir daí temos metade dos caminhos cortados, ou porque não nos esforçámos o suficiente, ou porque não deu para mais, o certo é que a partir daí ficamos com os sonhos limitados. Depois vem o preenchimento do boletim de candidatura,&amp;nbsp;que curso&amp;nbsp;meter em primeiro, que faculdade escolher, longe, perto, isto, aquilo e&amp;nbsp;assado... "E se não entro, e se vou para uma coisa que não gosto, e se entro, faço um esforço e me arrependo, e se..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Já me consegui reduzir a dois cursos, o que não é mau, e nada têm em comum um com o outro... Por um lado, nunca quis um emprego normal, de estar atrás de uma secretária a preencher papéis, e como queria medicina (e infelizmente não tenho a dita média), decidi-me pela enfermagem, que apesar de ser uma área bastante diferente, acho que era capaz de responder ás minhas expectativas e realizar-me profissionalmente. Por outro lado, gosto do ambiente e das engenharias, sendo que a engenharia de energias renováveis e do ambiente era uma boa opção para mim, mas a entrar, claro que queria entrar no técnico, não só pelo nome que tem como também pela preferência de cidade... No entanto, tenho média mesmo "á rasquinha"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E posto isto, estou num impasse... "Tens muito tempo" dizem alguns, mas a verdade é que não tenho, e mesmo que achem que sim, eu gosto de ter as coisas organizadas na minha cabeça e ter objectivos pelos quais lutar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivo com demasiados sonhos e grandes espectativas, e&amp;nbsp;a cada deslize&amp;nbsp;a altura da&amp;nbsp;queda vai sendo cada vez maior...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E porque hoje estou um dia mais perto, precisava mesmo deste desabafo...&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/22083762-8830663711235916060?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8830663711235916060/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=8830663711235916060&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/8830663711235916060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/8830663711235916060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-quando-o-futuro-nem-sempre-e-o-que.html' title='E quando o futuro nem sempre é o que imaginámos?'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Sx2jCaA297I/AAAAAAAAASg/mGyb8JnWFWw/s72-c/deitado.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-8815423922065789021</id><published>2009-12-07T22:12:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:35:12.422Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia-a-dia'/><title type='text'>E esta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Sx19xsbSEUI/AAAAAAAAASY/411KYA0FIzM/s1600-h/homem-e-mulher.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Sx19xsbSEUI/AAAAAAAAASY/411KYA0FIzM/s320/homem-e-mulher.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O meu grupo de amigos são 5 rapazes, com os quais passo o dia... Eles falam comigo de "gajas", futebol e filmes pornográficos, e gozam comigo porque gosto de cerveja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ontem dei comigo a beber leite do pacote... (atenção, estava no fim, mas mesmo assim...) Que é que se anda a passar aqui? ;D&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/22083762-8815423922065789021?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8815423922065789021/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=8815423922065789021&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/8815423922065789021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/8815423922065789021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-esta.html' title='E esta...'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Sx19xsbSEUI/AAAAAAAAASY/411KYA0FIzM/s72-c/homem-e-mulher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-4183437017975216974</id><published>2009-12-06T20:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-06T21:55:58.437Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedaços de mim'/><title type='text'>Alguem quer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SxwRIdsEaRI/AAAAAAAAASQ/njYR-R4jMPs/s1600-h/david2009_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SxwRIdsEaRI/AAAAAAAAASQ/njYR-R4jMPs/s400/david2009_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Vir comigo ver o David Fonseca dia 8, na Fnac do Vasco da Gama?&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(E neste foto ele está assim qualquer coisa de... Uau!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-4183437017975216974?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4183437017975216974/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=4183437017975216974&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/4183437017975216974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/4183437017975216974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/alguem-quer.html' title='Alguem quer...'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SxwRIdsEaRI/AAAAAAAAASQ/njYR-R4jMPs/s72-c/david2009_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-6591564207805104154</id><published>2009-12-05T22:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-05T22:01:24.843Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fábrica de Letras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gatografia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedaços de mim'/><title type='text'>Gatografia Natalícia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SxrXq-jWFYI/AAAAAAAAASI/vebXncA81zk/s1600-h/P1070209.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SxrXq-jWFYI/AAAAAAAAASI/vebXncA81zk/s320/P1070209.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Flores do Natal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Fotografia postada para participação no blogue &lt;a href="http://fabricadeletrasepalavras.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Fábrica de Letras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/22083762-6591564207805104154?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6591564207805104154/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=6591564207805104154&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/6591564207805104154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/6591564207805104154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/gatografia-natalicia.html' title='Gatografia Natalícia'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SxrXq-jWFYI/AAAAAAAAASI/vebXncA81zk/s72-c/P1070209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-467362036779909938</id><published>2009-12-05T17:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-05T17:32:43.418Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejos'/><title type='text'>Prenda de Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SxqZC3Dtd2I/AAAAAAAAASA/q6sTkm6B6lM/s1600-h/ipod-touch-8gb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SxqZC3Dtd2I/AAAAAAAAASA/q6sTkm6B6lM/s320/ipod-touch-8gb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estava a pensar pedir um destes ipod's ao pai natal este ano... O que acham?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Vou só ali perguntar ao meu pai, à minha mãe e à minha avó quanto é que estão dispostos a dar para a prenda. Uma brincadeira destas ainda sai cara, o que é que pensam...)&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/22083762-467362036779909938?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/467362036779909938/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=467362036779909938&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/467362036779909938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/467362036779909938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/prenda-de-natal.html' title='Prenda de Natal'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SxqZC3Dtd2I/AAAAAAAAASA/q6sTkm6B6lM/s72-c/ipod-touch-8gb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-184527831397353587</id><published>2009-12-01T01:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-01T01:06:48.821Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desafios'/><title type='text'>Questionário</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vi em alguns blogs este questionário e decidi fazer... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1) Que horas são? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;00h49&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2) Nome? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Catarina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3) Quantidade de velas no seu último bolo de aniversário? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Duas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4) Furos nas orelhas? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Um em cada, um já fechado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5) Tatuagens? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6) Piercings? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7) Já foi à África? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Já vivi em África.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8) Já ficou bêbado? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Alegre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9) Já chorou por alguém? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Bastante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10) Já esteve envolvido em algum acidente de carro? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Nop...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;11) Peixe ou carne? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Peixe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;12) Música preferida?&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; Muitas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;13) Cerveja ou Champanhe? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;14) Metade cheio ou metade vazio? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Metade cheio (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;15) Lençóis de cama lisos ou estampados? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Liso e estampado :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;17) Programa de televisão? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Séries, séries, séries...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;18) Filme preferido? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Tantos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;19) Está ouvindo alguma música agora? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Sim, mike and the mechanics- over my shoulder&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;20) Flor(es)? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Gosto de tantas... Brincos de princesa :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;22) De que pessoa recebeu esse questionário? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Vi em vários blogs, mas roubei da Girl in the Clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;23) Qual o amigo mais distante que você tem? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;24) O melhor amigo? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;PP (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;25) Hora de dormir? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;A hora ideal seria 23h30, mas normalmente é por volta da 0h30/1h :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;26) Quem acha que vai responder esse questionário mais rápido? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Não sei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;27) Quantas vezes você deixa tocar o telefone antes de atender? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Depende do quão longe estou do telefone --'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;28) Qual a figura do seu tapete do rato? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Não tenho rato, não tenho tapete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;29) CD preferido? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Vários&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;30) Mulher bonita? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Dália Madruga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;31) Homem bonito? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Cliche, Brad Pitt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;32) Pior sentimento do mundo? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Inveja, pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;33) Melhor sentimento do mundo? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;34) O que uma pessoa não pode ter para estar com você/ter sua amizade/companhia? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Falta de humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;35) O primeiro pensamento que você tem ao acordar? "&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Hoje não vou à escola".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;36) Se pudesse ser outra pessoa, quem seria? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Não seria outra pessoa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;38) O que é que você tem debaixo da cama? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Algum pó, talvez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;39) Nome da pessoa que talvez não responda ao questionário? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Não sei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;40) Aquele que com certeza vai te responder? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Não sei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;41) Quem gostaria que te respondesse? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Toda a gente :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;42) Uma frase: &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Vou pensar um bocadinho antes de preencher este...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Quem quiser responder, força ;D&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/22083762-184527831397353587?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/184527831397353587/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=184527831397353587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/184527831397353587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/184527831397353587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/questionario.html' title='Questionário'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-862443182919661945</id><published>2009-11-29T17:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-29T17:53:19.546Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedaços de mim'/><title type='text'>Cházinho e torradas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SxK00o6DaDI/AAAAAAAAAR4/kY_UoTP9Kyw/s1600/cha_preto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SxK00o6DaDI/AAAAAAAAAR4/kY_UoTP9Kyw/s200/cha_preto.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosto bastante de chá preto sem açucar, torradas e doce de morango... A modos que, vai ser este mesmo o meu lanche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alguém é servido? ;D&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/22083762-862443182919661945?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/862443182919661945/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=862443182919661945&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/862443182919661945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/862443182919661945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/11/chazinho-e-torradas.html' title='Cházinho e torradas'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SxK00o6DaDI/AAAAAAAAAR4/kY_UoTP9Kyw/s72-c/cha_preto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-1094927339072063786</id><published>2009-11-29T16:23:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-11-29T17:54:01.553Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As minhas coisas preferidas'/><title type='text'>As minhas coisas preferidas #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;(Antes de mais, quero explicitar que a ideia desta "rubrica" foi inspirada no blog da Mona Lisa, e não é minha intenção copiar ou plagiar o mesmo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Uma das coisas que não passo sem são os batons de cieiro. Como tenho os lábios bastante sensíveis uso em qualquer altura, faça chuva ou faça sol (normalmente até meto antes de ir dormir, acordo com os lábios lisinhos e bonitos). Costumo usar os da labello, por serem normalmente baratos e bons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Há dias tive de comprar um novo, e acabei por comprar o Labello com Q10, que diz dar volume extra aos lábios, para além da hidratação. Claro que pensei que eram tretas, mas como sempre acabei por comprar :P. Resumindo: Recomendo! Deixa um brilho espectacular nos lábios, e, pode ser psicológico, mas a sério que parece q estão um nadinha mais volumosos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SxGgrh5sMvI/AAAAAAAAARo/923Xr7i5faQ/s1600/labello.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SxGgrh5sMvI/AAAAAAAAARo/923Xr7i5faQ/s200/labello.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;PS: Enquanto procurava a foto, deparei-me com este labello de maracujá. Alguem sabe se está/esteve à venda em Portugal? É que outra das coisas que adoro é maracujá *-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SxGhbGSxFJI/AAAAAAAAARw/UZYT5WjR9mA/s1600/product-1080445.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SxGhbGSxFJI/AAAAAAAAARw/UZYT5WjR9mA/s320/product-1080445.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Este post é meramente informativo, e completamente de gaja. No entanto aceitam-se comentários e opiniões de homens na mesma ;D)&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/22083762-1094927339072063786?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1094927339072063786/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=1094927339072063786&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/1094927339072063786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/1094927339072063786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-minhas-coisas-preferidas-1.html' title='As minhas coisas preferidas #1'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SxGgrh5sMvI/AAAAAAAAARo/923Xr7i5faQ/s72-c/labello.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-5145531625289646343</id><published>2009-11-28T22:00:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-28T22:02:24.881Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas com que fico eufórica'/><title type='text'>Viagem de Finalistas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SxGd67X4lSI/AAAAAAAAARg/Iqyz9QfEQIg/s1600/salou.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SxGd67X4lSI/AAAAAAAAARg/Iqyz9QfEQIg/s320/salou.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sei que a maior parte dos que por aqui vão passando têm problemas com o emprego, marido, filhos ou faculdade. Pois bem, eu ainda estou na fase da viagem de finalistas :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Andamos agora a ver pacotes de viagens, e estou super entusiasmada! A escolha do destino foi tão dificil... Uns queriam Lloret (para ser diferente...), outros Palma de Maiorca, outros Barcelona, outros Gerês... Acabámos por achar uns pacotes bastante interessantes para Salou. Fica à volta de 260€, com refeições todas incluidas, transportes e viagem a Barcelona...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vamos marcar esta semana e depois é esperar por Março...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E a vossa viagem de finalistas, como foi? ;D&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/22083762-5145531625289646343?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5145531625289646343/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=5145531625289646343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/5145531625289646343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/5145531625289646343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/11/viagem-de-finalistas.html' title='Viagem de Finalistas'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SxGd67X4lSI/AAAAAAAAARg/Iqyz9QfEQIg/s72-c/salou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-8421409876474122199</id><published>2009-11-23T22:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:22:07.525Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dias menos bons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedaços de mim'/><title type='text'>E agora?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SwsK6ihNESI/AAAAAAAAARY/JaZ7dNWmCpo/s1600/desespero21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SwsK6ihNESI/AAAAAAAAARY/JaZ7dNWmCpo/s320/desespero21.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Desculpem a ausência, mas não sei bem como me sentir agora que cheguei ao fim de uma relação de 3 anos...&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/22083762-8421409876474122199?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8421409876474122199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=8421409876474122199&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/8421409876474122199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/8421409876474122199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-agora.html' title='E agora?'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SwsK6ihNESI/AAAAAAAAARY/JaZ7dNWmCpo/s72-c/desespero21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-4941612505707473251</id><published>2009-11-15T20:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:50:30.595Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dias menos bons'/><title type='text'>Há tanto tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SwBpjmSoCSI/AAAAAAAAARQ/005KSKJnJ0c/s1600-h/amuada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SwBpjmSoCSI/AAAAAAAAARQ/005KSKJnJ0c/s320/amuada.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... que não me acontecia isto. No outro dia, tal e qual uma menina de 6 anos, caí e esfolei o joelho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tenho dói-dói :'(&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/22083762-4941612505707473251?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4941612505707473251/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=4941612505707473251&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/4941612505707473251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/4941612505707473251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='Há tanto tempo...'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SwBpjmSoCSI/AAAAAAAAARQ/005KSKJnJ0c/s72-c/amuada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-5879275162471258381</id><published>2009-11-13T22:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-13T22:28:39.290Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awards'/><title type='text'>Award #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Sv3aOi3hQ6I/AAAAAAAAARA/1w8ELUO2q-g/s1600-h/amizade_award.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Sv3aOi3hQ6I/AAAAAAAAARA/1w8ELUO2q-g/s320/amizade_award.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Pois é, parece que&amp;nbsp;recebi mais um miminho desta&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://nice-and-sweet.blogspot.com/"&gt;menina&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;As regras são:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Publicar o selo e indicar quem o enviou;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Responder à pergunta "O que é para si a verdadeira amizade?";&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Repassar aos blogs que considera amigos;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Pois bem, para mim a amizade é dar sem esperar ter nada em troca, e saber que há sempre alguém para nos apoiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Os amigos virtuais a quem passo este selinho são:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nice-and-sweet.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nice and Sweet&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://borboletaendiabrada.blogspot.com/"&gt;Borboleta Endiabrada&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://malucaresponsavel.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maluca Responsável&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://meusrefugios.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;Meus Refúgios&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Porque gosto bastante de ler todos, e que por vezes me fazem rir como se de amigos "reais" se tratassem (:&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/22083762-5879275162471258381?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5879275162471258381/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=5879275162471258381&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/5879275162471258381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/5879275162471258381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/11/award-3.html' title='Award #3'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Sv3aOi3hQ6I/AAAAAAAAARA/1w8ELUO2q-g/s72-c/amizade_award.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-2724860438708867419</id><published>2009-11-11T10:29:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-11-11T19:07:41.346Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos divertidos'/><title type='text'>Depilação masculina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Achei este texto num fórum que frequento, e achei superengraçado. Leiam que vale a pena, e se alguém decidir experimentar, deêm as vossas opiniões ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;"Condição essencial: tem que ser ao sábado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Material necessário:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Um balde de praia de criança tamanho pequeno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Cimento-cola branco - não o acinzentado que deixa um acabamento áspero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Água qb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Talocha ou colher de pedreiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Jornal "Expresso"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Esferográfica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Velas de cera lanterna ou candeeiro a petróleo(um destes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Limatão quadrado ou martelo de bola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Mini-aspirador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Grade de cerveja mini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Maço de tabaco, cachimbo ou mortalhas com pedra de haxixe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Isqueiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Massa de polir automóveis grão fino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Local de execução: Casa de banho e cozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Procedimentos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Vais à rua de manhã beber um café e compras o "Expresso"(por isso ter que ser ao sábado), passando pela loja dos chineses do bairro onde adquires um balde de praia pequeno. E perguntas tu: "Porquê um balde e não uma garrafa de 1,5l cortada ao meio?".Ao que eu respondo:"Porque as bordas cortantes podem danificar as preciosidades e a pega do balde vai ter muita utilidade mais tarde".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Regressas a casa e ordenas aquele monte de cadernos do jornal aleatoriamente, deixando em último o caderno imobiliário(muito importante)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Levas para a casa de banho o balde a grade de minis, o material para fumar(à escolha), o jornal, a colher de pedreiro ou a talocha, a caneta, as velas,lanterna ou candeeiro a petróleo e o isqueiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Começas por encher o balde de cimento-cola juntando água da torneira do lavatório até teres uma papinha uniforme e firme. Deves conseguir introduzir um dedo na massa sem dificuldades mas também não deve ser líquida demais. A massa deve ter uma consistência tipo Tulicreme. Aí está no ponto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Colocas o balde dentro do bidé e pões ao alcance da mão o jornal, a grade de minis(nem é preciso abridor de cápsulas; arranca-las à dentada), o material de fumo, e o candeeiro a petróleo, as velas ou a lanterna(à escolha).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Despes as calças e cuecas(deixa as meias e os sapatos para não teres frio nos pés) e sentas-te no bidé, apontando os tomates ao centro do balde de massa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Depois de sentado no bidé, deves ter os tomates assentes em cima da superficie da massa. É hora de usar a colher de pedreiro para cavares um buraco, introduzindo lá os tomates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Volta a tapar o buraco, agora com os tomates lá dentro, alisando a superfície com a talocha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Vem de seguida a parte mais aborrecida: A espera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;O cimento tem que consolidar à volta dos tomates, aprisionando os pin.. pêlos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;"E como é que eu sei que está suficientemente seco?"- perguntas tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;"Lá chegaremos"- respondo eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Sentado no bidé e com os tomate imersos no cimento, é hora de enfrentar a longa espera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Pegas no jornal e tens que o lêr na totalidade. Entretanto vais bebendo umas minis e fumando uns cigarros, charros ou dando umas cachimbadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Não podes interromper a leitura. Daí o candeeiro a petróleo, a lanterna ou as velas. Se houver interrupção de energia, são estes os meios para continuar a leitura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Tens que fazer também as palavras cruzadas e o sudoku do caderno respectivo. Aproveita a tampa da caneta para escrever o nome ou fazer um desenho bonito na superfície livre do cimento fresco ao lado dos tomates(pela leitura do3º caderno, mais ou menos).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;A pasta de cimento deve estar solidificada ao atingires a leitura do último caderno(o do imobiliário, como recomendei), terem acabado as minis e doerem-te os pulmões ou veres tudo às cores e a rodopiar(depende do que fumaste).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Agora, o teste final à solidez da amálgama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Abres o caderno do imobiliário na página das quintas ou das vivendas e vês o preço de uma delas à escolha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Se não sentires arrepios nos tomates, é porque a massa está firmemente solidificada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Passas agora à fase seguinte: A extraçcão - (Vou buscar um pacote de batatas fritas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;A&amp;nbsp;Extracção:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Levantas-te do bidé com cuidado(as pernas devem estar dormentes), segurando o balde pela pega de modo a evitar grandes puxões nos tomates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Diriges-te à cozinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Aproveita para dares umas caminhadas à cowboy pelo corredor, imaginando o baril que seria se tivesses a tomatada daquele tamanho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Na cozinha, diriges-te ao lava-loiça, colocando lá o limatão, o mini aspirador, a massa de polir e o martelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Se fores muito pequeno, convém levar também um tijolo para aumentar a altura e chegares ao rebordo do lava-loiça com os tomates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Em bicos de pés, elevas o balde com a "fruta" lá dentro e coloca-o dentro do lava-loiças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Opcionalmente, para ser mais rápido, podes optar por derreter o balde de plástico nos bicos a gás do fogão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Apesar de deitar muito fumo e deixar o fogão sujo, sempre dá um calorzito aos tomates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Nunca uses os bicos eléctricos. Podes ser electrocutado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Com balde ou sem ele, é chegado o momento de tirar o cimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Ligas o mini-aspirador e com o limatão vais desbastando o cimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Primeiro energicamente, depois cada vez mais gentilmente à aproximação da superfície tomatal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Se o aspirador entupir com o pó, enrola um pano de cozinha à volta do nariz. O pó pode provocar uma silicose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Quando tiveres limado o cimento até só teres o equivalente a uma casquinha de ovo a envolver os tomates, podes dar esta fase por terminada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Retira-os do lava-loiças e parte a casquinha numa esquina, descascando-os como se fossem um ovo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Podes ver agora a beleza do trabalho em todo o seu esplendor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Os tomates estão branquinhos(por isso o cimento branco), macios e aveludados e os pêlos foram arrancados pelo limatão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Para aprimorar ainda mais a obra, pega num pano de cozinha e dá-lhes uma polidela com a massa de polir automóveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Como vês, através deste processo simples e barato, é possível obter óptimos resultados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Estou sempre dísponível para auxiliar os meus companheiros de fórum a encontrar as melhores soluções para os seus problemas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;... eu cá estou para ajudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;"Atão, e o martelo?"-perguntas tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;O martelo é o extractor de emergência!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Se aparecer algum intrometido a bater à porta, tens que recorrer a ele, martelando o bloco de cimento na bancada de cozinha por forma a libertar rapidamente os tomates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;É bom que avises com antecedência a rapaziada conhecida que vais estar no estrangeiro nesse fim-de-semana para evitar este procedimento de emergência."&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/22083762-2724860438708867419?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2724860438708867419/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=2724860438708867419&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/2724860438708867419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/2724860438708867419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/11/depilacao-masculina.html' title='Depilação masculina'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-6528047691282467692</id><published>2009-11-10T09:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-10T09:36:00.428Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas com que fico eufórica'/><title type='text'>E vai mais uma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SviejjfyCYI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/OsdqWNCQvDI/s1600-h/slb.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SviejjfyCYI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/OsdqWNCQvDI/s320/slb.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Eu até nem costumo falar destes assuntos aqui no blog, mas o meu &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Benfica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt; é o &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;meu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Benfica!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-6528047691282467692?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6528047691282467692/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=6528047691282467692&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/6528047691282467692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/6528047691282467692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-vai-mais-uma.html' title='E vai mais uma...'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SviejjfyCYI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/OsdqWNCQvDI/s72-c/slb.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-3199157668128195347</id><published>2009-11-09T22:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:44:46.597Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes e Livros'/><title type='text'>Fame</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SvibOlIrPUI/AAAAAAAAAQw/eoWt2Mif3T8/s1600-h/fame4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SvibOlIrPUI/AAAAAAAAAQw/eoWt2Mif3T8/s320/fame4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Fui ver este fim-de-semana o famoso filme Fame... Sinceramente não achei nada assim de muito especial, era o género de uma "morangada" mas mais interessante (e de facto, estavam bastantes crianças "geração morangos" na sala).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Deram pouco destaque á musica "Fame" conhecida por todos, aliás, até dava mesmo a sensação de que o filme ia acabar sem se ouvir a musica uma unica vez e houve um "ahh" geral na sala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;No fim, um senhor saiu da sala a dizer "O original era melhor", no entanto não sei até que ponto é verdade, uma vez que não vi o outro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Recomendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Não é que seja importante, mas no outro dia estava a ver na Fox um programa chamado "So you think you can dance" (género de idolos da dança), e&amp;nbsp;uma das concorrentes era&amp;nbsp;uma das actrizes principais do filme, Kherington Payne (que, diga-se de passagem, dança bastante bem ;D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Já agora, também achei o Asher Book bantante engraçado ;D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Remeber my name (Fame )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm gonna live forever &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna learn how to fly (High) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I feel it coming together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-small;"&gt;People will see me and cry (Fame) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm gonna make it to heaven &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Light up the sky like a flame (Fame) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm gonna live forever &lt;br /&gt;Baby remember my name&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/22083762-3199157668128195347?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3199157668128195347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=3199157668128195347&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/3199157668128195347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/3199157668128195347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/11/fame.html' title='Fame'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SvibOlIrPUI/AAAAAAAAAQw/eoWt2Mif3T8/s72-c/fame4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-9106140960381575785</id><published>2009-11-04T15:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:58:25.654Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dias menos bons'/><title type='text'>A gripe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SvRFzxoUh9I/AAAAAAAAAQo/EQw--SuZhYI/s1600-h/espirro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SvRFzxoUh9I/AAAAAAAAAQo/EQw--SuZhYI/s320/espirro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Só vos digo, tenham cuidado que ela anda aí!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Já tive de ficar sete dias em casa porque apanhei a dita, e não foi nada agradável. Cuidem-se, bebam muito suminho de laranja e agasalhem-se :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Fui ao showcase do David Fonseca na sexta passada, foi lindo! Quando me sentir em condições conto tudo *-*)&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/22083762-9106140960381575785?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9106140960381575785/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=9106140960381575785&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/9106140960381575785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/9106140960381575785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/11/gripe.html' title='A gripe'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SvRFzxoUh9I/AAAAAAAAAQo/EQw--SuZhYI/s72-c/espirro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-9022545637784498799</id><published>2009-10-25T13:34:00.009Z</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:08:51.644Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedaços de mim'/><title type='text'>Hello? Are you there?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F4uFoQZZo-c&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/F4uFoQZZo-c&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;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello? Are you there? Can you ear &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;me? &lt;/span&gt;I have the &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;strangest&lt;/span&gt; dream ever, it still so clear in my head.We were inside a car, &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;but none of us were driving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;We were both in the back sit, and the wheel turned slowly as the car moved along. You were staring at me in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;your hand in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;, I felt you wanted to tell me something. You seemed distant, you were the &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; smile. Suddenly you open the side window &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;hundreds and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;hundreds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt; of birds of every&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;r &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;came in. I got hysteric and in the middle of the maian you said something that sounded just like a whisper&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt;Don't be afraid&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt; you said. "Don't be afraid". And than, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;woke up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;Hello?&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; Are you there? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Please pick up.&lt;/span&gt;&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/22083762-9022545637784498799?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9022545637784498799/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=9022545637784498799&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/9022545637784498799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/9022545637784498799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-are-you-there-can-you-ear-me-i.html' title='Hello? Are you there?'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-6512172957816364907</id><published>2009-10-23T13:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:02:23.108+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arte'/><title type='text'>A Beleza do Erro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SuDWMy7osPI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4leR_wtXL4w/s1600-h/P1070079+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SuDWMy7osPI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4leR_wtXL4w/s320/P1070079+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Hoje fui ver uma exposição intitulada "A beleza do erro".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Tem uma série de esculturas, pinturas, fotografias e videos de vários autores, que tentam de certa maneira mostrar&amp;nbsp;o erro através da arte... Tem peças fantásticas e que dão que pensar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Quem quiser ir ver aconselho, fica na LxFactory, em Alcântara, e acaba já este domingo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na arte não existem erros nem acertos, a beleza está no artista. &lt;/em&gt;Nelson Leirner&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/22083762-6512172957816364907?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6512172957816364907/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=6512172957816364907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/6512172957816364907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/6512172957816364907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/10/beleza-do-erro.html' title='A Beleza do Erro'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SuDWMy7osPI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4leR_wtXL4w/s72-c/P1070079+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-4216271549941833816</id><published>2009-10-22T09:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T22:19:10.396Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fábrica de Letras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desafios'/><title type='text'>Fábrica de Letras</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://fabricadeletrasepalavras.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i451.photobucket.com/albums/qq231/Lempika_album/fbrica.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achei este blog por meio de um blog conhecido de outro blog, sabem como é, e achei uma ideia super interessante!&lt;br /&gt;Quem estiver interessado no projecto é só carregar no link e participar.&lt;br /&gt;Divulguem ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-4216271549941833816?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4216271549941833816/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=4216271549941833816&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/4216271549941833816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/4216271549941833816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/10/fabrica-de-letras.html' title='Fábrica de Letras'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-3137252553712174439</id><published>2009-10-21T22:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T22:21:00.617+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografia'/><title type='text'>Polaroid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/St97IiY6ZII/AAAAAAAAAQY/fssoD-Wly5s/s1600-h/polaroid-effect-wo-text.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/St97IiY6ZII/AAAAAAAAAQY/fssoD-Wly5s/s320/polaroid-effect-wo-text.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Andava eu a passear em facebook's, quando vi um artigo que dizia que iam começar a ser vendidas de novo polaroids, com um novo tipo de papel, mais barato, e que por isso pode ser comercializado de novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Parece que é a minha oportunidade para finalmente ter uma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para quem quiser saber mais pormenores, basta ir &lt;a href="http://www.the-impossible-project.com/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&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/22083762-3137252553712174439?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3137252553712174439/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=3137252553712174439&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/3137252553712174439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/3137252553712174439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/10/polaroid.html' title='Polaroid'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/St97IiY6ZII/AAAAAAAAAQY/fssoD-Wly5s/s72-c/polaroid-effect-wo-text.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-1027487492950638785</id><published>2009-10-07T17:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T17:38:05.803+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia-a-dia'/><title type='text'>O Outono, veio para ficar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SszCncAZUFI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/BqoRadvF_zQ/s1600-h/Chegada_Outono.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SszCncAZUFI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/BqoRadvF_zQ/s320/Chegada_Outono.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;O Outono já dá sinais de si. A chuva já começou a cair, o vento já se faz sentir e a trovoada já dá de si.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Esta noite foi um autentico vendaval. O vento era tanto que os estores parecia que se iam abrir e deixar entrar por completo o clarão dos relâmpagos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Acordei, encasaquei-me e saí. Caíram apenas&amp;nbsp;umas pinguinhas à hora de almoço, mas o céu esteve nublado o dia todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora, que já estou de pijaminha vestido, entram-me raios de sol pela janela, e parece um autentico dia de Primavera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alguém me explica este tempo?&lt;/strong&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/22083762-1027487492950638785?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1027487492950638785/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=1027487492950638785&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/1027487492950638785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/1027487492950638785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-outono-veio-para-ficar.html' title='O Outono, veio para ficar?'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SszCncAZUFI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/BqoRadvF_zQ/s72-c/Chegada_Outono.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-6763601846930428236</id><published>2009-10-05T22:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T20:27:02.208+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia-a-dia'/><title type='text'>Fim-de-semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SsuZ-d9k90I/AAAAAAAAAPI/nNDfL-b6EN8/s1600-h/radio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SsuZ-d9k90I/AAAAAAAAAPI/nNDfL-b6EN8/s320/radio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Este fim-de-semana foi passado entre viagens de camioneta e idas ao hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saí de casa sexta-feira, rumo ao Algarve, sem computador, ipod, ou qualquer coisa que me desse música. Encontrei apenas o meu primeiro mp3, já sem teclas e&amp;nbsp;unido por pedaços de fita-cola, o qual já não reproduz música, apenas rádio... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Concluindo, passei o fim-de-semana todo, a ouvir (e mal) na rádio músicas que não gosto. Finalmente lá passou&amp;nbsp; David Fonseca já na viagem de regresso, que demorou 4h30 e me deixou completamente mal disposta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E o vosso, como correu?&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/22083762-6763601846930428236?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6763601846930428236/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=6763601846930428236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/6763601846930428236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/6763601846930428236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/10/fim-de-semana.html' title='Fim-de-semana'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SsuZ-d9k90I/AAAAAAAAAPI/nNDfL-b6EN8/s72-c/radio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-8041191434358826811</id><published>2009-09-12T00:18:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:44:41.025+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dias menos bons'/><title type='text'>Saudades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssur_6E_sBI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mMSG2ztWgEc/s1600-h/porta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssur_6E_sBI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mMSG2ztWgEc/s320/porta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria-te contar uma história, mas não estás para ouvir...&lt;br /&gt;Queria dizer o quanto te adoro, mas acabaste por desistir...&lt;br /&gt;Saber que te afastaste, com medo de arriscar,&lt;br /&gt;Sentir que já não sentes ou que me estás a enganar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, (right now) life sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-8041191434358826811?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8041191434358826811/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=8041191434358826811&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/8041191434358826811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/8041191434358826811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/queria-te-contar-uma-historia-mas-nao.html' title='Saudades'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssur_6E_sBI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mMSG2ztWgEc/s72-c/porta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-7428904779227451046</id><published>2009-07-08T01:44:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:53:09.738+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedaços de mim'/><title type='text'>Fim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SsuuKiOC2kI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Bgji40P3aqo/s1600-h/campanhailuminacao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SsuuKiOC2kI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Bgji40P3aqo/s320/campanhailuminacao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O 11º já está. Os exames já estão e já me sinto mais aliviada.&lt;br /&gt;E agora?&lt;br /&gt;Oh God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora é a doer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais vale nunca &lt;br /&gt;Nunca apetecer&lt;br /&gt;Mais vale nada &lt;br /&gt;Nunca escolher&lt;br /&gt;Mais vale nunca mais crescer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-7428904779227451046?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7428904779227451046/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=7428904779227451046&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/7428904779227451046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/7428904779227451046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/fim.html' title='Fim'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SsuuKiOC2kI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Bgji40P3aqo/s72-c/campanhailuminacao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-580407925023773270</id><published>2009-06-10T23:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T23:29:56.354+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escola'/><title type='text'>Alô</title><content type='html'>Era sõ para dizer que ainda estou viva, mas o tempo agora é pouco.&lt;br /&gt;Muito estudo, exames a caminho...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-580407925023773270?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/580407925023773270/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=580407925023773270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/580407925023773270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/580407925023773270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/alo.html' title='Alô'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-2423579698400151711</id><published>2009-04-08T21:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:25:53.423+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Textos Soltos'/><title type='text'>Páscoa</title><content type='html'>Vou ao Algarve.&lt;br /&gt;Até já.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-2423579698400151711?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2423579698400151711/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=2423579698400151711&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/2423579698400151711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/2423579698400151711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/pascoa.html' title='Páscoa'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-7209018852954047049</id><published>2009-04-07T21:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:25:16.666+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fragmentos de conversas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Sd0HprSTgAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/duOyiajFWec/s1600-h/1149836152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Sd0HprSTgAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/duOyiajFWec/s400/1149836152.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322418747197325314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"- Oh amor...&lt;br /&gt;- Eu sei, vou só guardar aqui."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-7209018852954047049?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7209018852954047049/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=7209018852954047049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/7209018852954047049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/7209018852954047049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Sd0HprSTgAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/duOyiajFWec/s72-c/1149836152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-984422710365265662</id><published>2009-04-02T15:35:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T15:41:58.978+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes e Livros'/><title type='text'>Slumdog Millionaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SdTOsOg4uUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/waom9KVJ69s/s1600-h/slumdog_millionaire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SdTOsOg4uUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/waom9KVJ69s/s400/slumdog_millionaire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320104319036995906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já fui ver o filme há algum tempo, mas só agora é que tive oportunidade de escrever o que achei dele.&lt;br /&gt;Em poucas palavras: adorei o filme! Retrata muito bem algumas culturas fazendo a distinção entre classes sociais. Achei interessante a ideia da hist´roia da vida dele se desenrolar á medida que vai respondendo ás perguntas do programa. No fundo acaba por ser uma história romantica.&lt;br /&gt;Recomendo ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-984422710365265662?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/984422710365265662/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=984422710365265662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/984422710365265662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/984422710365265662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/slumdog-millionaire.html' title='Slumdog Millionaire'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SdTOsOg4uUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/waom9KVJ69s/s72-c/slumdog_millionaire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-3873358878283235341</id><published>2009-04-02T15:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T15:34:57.196+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alegrias'/><title type='text'>Férias...</title><content type='html'>... finalmente!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-3873358878283235341?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3873358878283235341/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=3873358878283235341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/3873358878283235341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/3873358878283235341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/04/ferias.html' title='Férias...'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-380176728877034085</id><published>2009-03-06T21:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-06T20:29:33.961+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Textos Dedicados'/><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Quem nos visse deitados, cabelos molhados, bastante enrolados, sacos cama salgados... Nas dunas, roendo maçãs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palavras a mais na idade dos porquês...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-380176728877034085?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/380176728877034085/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=380176728877034085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/380176728877034085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/380176728877034085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/quem-nos-visse-deitados-cabelos.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-3538127347473495710</id><published>2009-03-01T17:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-01T17:55:49.048Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escola'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estou a estudar, daí a ausência.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-3538127347473495710?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3538127347473495710/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=3538127347473495710&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/3538127347473495710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/3538127347473495710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/estou-estudar-dai-ausencia.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-3817075270920037501</id><published>2009-02-15T12:39:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-15T12:47:45.622Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>14 de Fevereiro de 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SZgO5KG3aRI/AAAAAAAAAOM/vP0w5hZPJJI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SZgO5KG3aRI/AAAAAAAAAOM/vP0w5hZPJJI/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303004936357243154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amei o dia!&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-3817075270920037501?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3817075270920037501/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=3817075270920037501&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/3817075270920037501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/3817075270920037501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/14-de-fevereiro-de-2009.html' title='14 de Fevereiro de 2009'/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/SZgO5KG3aRI/AAAAAAAAAOM/vP0w5hZPJJI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22083762.post-2548200876865877479</id><published>2009-02-08T21:49:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:49:31.687Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Textos Soltos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estou viva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22083762-2548200876865877479?l=songforablueheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2548200876865877479/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22083762&amp;postID=2548200876865877479&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/2548200876865877479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22083762/posts/default/2548200876865877479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://songforablueheart.blogspot.com/2009/02/estou-viva.html' title=''/><author><name>Catarina Duarte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10426819231205774975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WxvPw2SBnL8/Ssup06kFLxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CzRiMJk0qIo/S220/P1060151.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
