<?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-1456260957443495883</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:46:31.724Z</updated><category term='hugs'/><category term='Sheckler'/><title type='text'>Pensar Sem Fim</title><subtitle type='html'>Onde é que esta estrada vai dar...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>411</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-436054632547702535</id><published>2011-10-31T20:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-10-31T20:40:18.743Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CI36Aj6Qflc/Tq8G7_KXyzI/AAAAAAAAANM/SEht9lgkBA4/s1600/P270111_17.37.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CI36Aj6Qflc/Tq8G7_KXyzI/AAAAAAAAANM/SEht9lgkBA4/s320/P270111_17.37.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sabes o quanto me tens irritado ultimamente, mas também a culpa não é inteiramente tua, isto de ter aulas e ter de ir trabalhar a olhar para o boneco não me deixa propriamente feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Quando estou mais chateada contigo penso nos momentos que passamos onde nos rimos até quase a barriga nos doer, e em que sempre que é preciso tu estás lá. Talvez este texto nem faça sentido, o que importa é que ao fim do dia continuas a ser uma das melhores pessoas que eu conheço e que és de certeza uma das amigas que quero continuar a ter durante muito tempo :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-436054632547702535?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/436054632547702535/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/10/sabes-o-quanto-me-tens-irritado.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/436054632547702535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/436054632547702535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/10/sabes-o-quanto-me-tens-irritado.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CI36Aj6Qflc/Tq8G7_KXyzI/AAAAAAAAANM/SEht9lgkBA4/s72-c/P270111_17.37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-7564258608481958424</id><published>2011-07-28T18:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T18:00:35.020+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Eu não sei o que queres fazer da vida, já estou como o teu pai diz"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soubesse eu o que quero fazer da vida e não tinha de vos aturar a reclamar comigo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-7564258608481958424?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/7564258608481958424/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-nao-sei-o-que-queres-fazer-da-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/7564258608481958424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/7564258608481958424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-nao-sei-o-que-queres-fazer-da-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-7392687556635236758</id><published>2011-07-13T01:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T01:30:52.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Querido Padrinho,&lt;br /&gt;Ontem adormeci a chorar enquanto pensava em ti.&lt;br /&gt;Sabes nunca pensei &amp;nbsp;poder sentir tanto a falta de alguém, ainda por cima nem nos&amp;nbsp;víamos&amp;nbsp;assim muito mas o facto de saber que podia contar sempre contigo para te dar um beijinho e ouvir-te perguntar-me se estava tudo bem acalmava-me.&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de poder falar com a madrinha sobre ti mas tenho medo que seja muito cedo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que já passaram mais de duas semanas mas se eu sinto a tua falta nem imagino como ela se sente.&lt;br /&gt;Queria poder contar-lhe como sonhei contigo na noite antes do teu funeral, como me convidaste a ir andar de bicicleta contigo. A mãe disse-me que era um sinal de que não te querias ir embora sem te despedir de mim, eu acredito que sim afinal deixaste-nos assim tão de repente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela pensa que eu estou bem (sabes como eu gosto de me fazer de forte) mas quando páro para pensar em ti não consigo controlar-me as lágrimas caem (como agora).&lt;br /&gt;Poucos dos meus amigos sabem que tu morreste e os que sabem não têm noção do quanto sinto a tua falta, é um sentimento que não consigo explicar. Fecho-me em copas e espero pela noite para chorar. Sei que esta dor vai ser aliviada mas para já só consigo chorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois do teu funeral e de ter chorado tanto evitei falar em ti a quem quer que fosse e evitava pensar em ti (perdoas-me?), agora duas semanas passadas não consigo mais continuar a fazer-me de forte, preciso de colo , preciso de ombro para chorar. Como eu gostava de poder falar com a madrinha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-7392687556635236758?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/7392687556635236758/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/07/querido-padrinho-ontem-adormeci-chorar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/7392687556635236758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/7392687556635236758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/07/querido-padrinho-ontem-adormeci-chorar.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-5572544567905762586</id><published>2011-07-13T01:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T01:17:28.348+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Existem duas pessoas que passaram pela minha vida que não sabem o quanto ajudaram a criar quem eu sou. Desde pequena que sempre admirei pessoas alguns anos mais velhas de que eu, acho que se deve ao facto de ter sido criada com um primo 4 ou 5 anos mais velho adorava passar tempo com ele e com os amigos dele.&lt;br /&gt;Adiante, essas pessoas pouco tempo convivi com elas, mas sempre as vi como um exemplo, às vezes gostava de ser como elas e ajudar os mais novos a entender a vida e a marcar-lhes de certa forma de modo a não se esquecerem de mim =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-5572544567905762586?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/5572544567905762586/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/07/existem-duas-pessoas-que-passaram-pela.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/5572544567905762586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/5572544567905762586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/07/existem-duas-pessoas-que-passaram-pela.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-2851552872881650745</id><published>2011-07-03T01:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T01:58:11.867+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Se há coisa que eu não gosto mesmo nada é que me perguntem : Porque usas óculos ? (se calhar porque vejo mal, achei ser senso comum).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou dizerem : wow vês mesmo mal (não, não vejo mal, vocês é que&amp;nbsp;vêem&amp;nbsp;bem demais).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-2851552872881650745?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/2851552872881650745/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/07/se-ha-coisa-que-eu-nao-gosto-mesmo-nada.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/2851552872881650745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/2851552872881650745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/07/se-ha-coisa-que-eu-nao-gosto-mesmo-nada.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-1405239638012109716</id><published>2011-06-29T21:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T21:16:48.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Preferia andar a pé do Porto até Lisboa que aceitar boleia do pessoal dos MCA, já deu para ver que não é boa ideia andar com eles de carro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-1405239638012109716?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/1405239638012109716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/06/preferia-andar-pe-do-porto-ate-lisboa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/1405239638012109716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/1405239638012109716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/06/preferia-andar-pe-do-porto-ate-lisboa.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-2741615657938175443</id><published>2011-06-22T21:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T21:50:19.068+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha o Tumblr é tão engraçado a mandar os mails.&lt;br /&gt;"Blablabla started following you:&lt;br /&gt;Whatever !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que lindo :')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-2741615657938175443?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-7241920393270361746</id><published>2011-06-13T01:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T01:02:28.775+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje é um grande dia.&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente fui aprovada num teste de código online.&lt;br /&gt;Errei 2, mas o que interessa é que dava para passar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora os agradecimentos :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;obrigada aos meus pais&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;aos meus amigos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;aos meus instrutores&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;mas acima de tudo :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;obrigada ao meu cérebro por ser tao bom : D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-7241920393270361746?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/7241920393270361746/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/06/hoje-e-um-grande-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/7241920393270361746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/7241920393270361746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/06/hoje-e-um-grande-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-1688820181938081482</id><published>2011-06-07T20:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T20:53:36.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ontem vi uma nuvem em forma de cupido a dar um peido.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje estive a pensar no significado disso : provavelmente significa que o cupido se está a cagar para minha vida amorosa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-1688820181938081482?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/1688820181938081482/comments/default' title='Enviar 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-3038300037705189415</id><published>2011-05-31T14:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T14:16:23.440+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu sou do tipo de pessoa que nota que está a começar a ficar constipada e que mesmo assim vai para a praia (inclui entrar no mar naturalmente super frio), anda de calções em dias que preveêm chuva, come gelado a torto e direito e ainda espero não piorar a constipação. x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-3038300037705189415?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/3038300037705189415/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-sou-do-tipo-de-pessoa-que-nota-que.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/3038300037705189415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/3038300037705189415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-sou-do-tipo-de-pessoa-que-nota-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-5452158106645818082</id><published>2011-05-27T10:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T10:40:39.421+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Na vida todos temos as nossas prioridades e as minhas são as que me fazem feliz e não as que fazem os outros felizes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-5452158106645818082?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/5452158106645818082/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/05/na-vida-todos-temos-as-nossas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/5452158106645818082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/5452158106645818082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/05/na-vida-todos-temos-as-nossas.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-2431889439685283717</id><published>2011-05-26T04:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T04:09:25.169+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Às vezes sinto que a minha amizade não é apreciada o suficiente por ninguém, sou sempre eu a pessoa a convidar para sair. Depois quando reclamo dizem-me que eu é não mando sms, amigos funciona para os dois lados as sms's e posso garantir que o meu lado é muito mais utilizado que o vosso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-2431889439685283717?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/2431889439685283717/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/05/as-vezes-sinto-que-minha-amizade-nao-e.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/2431889439685283717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/2431889439685283717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/05/as-vezes-sinto-que-minha-amizade-nao-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-1300771201013875185</id><published>2011-05-25T18:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T18:52:14.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não percebo porque dizes que alguém não é meu melhor amigo porque não estou todos os dias, ou várias vezes com essa pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mim melhor amigo não é estar muitos dias com alguém, é não estar e mesmo assim saber o que se passa na vida da pessoa, é quando estamos juntos continuarmos a conhecermo-nos e não termos momentos de silêncio estranho.&lt;br /&gt;Não estou com isto a querer dizer que a A. ainda é minha melhor amiga, tenho perfeita noção que não é, mas a J. e a M. são e nem por isso estou com elas mil vezes por semana, mas sei que quando preciso elas estão lá para mim e eu para elas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-1300771201013875185?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/1300771201013875185/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/05/nao-percebo-porque-dizes-que-alguem-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/1300771201013875185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/1300771201013875185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/05/nao-percebo-porque-dizes-que-alguem-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-4728620559250949045</id><published>2011-05-25T17:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T17:42:54.671+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vocês nem sabem o quanto custa saber que ultimamente vocês , não sendo amigos, sabem mais um do outro do que eu sei de vós.&lt;br /&gt;E não me venham com tretas de eu não estar convosco porque mesmo não tendo tempo para alguns amigos existem sempre outras formas de comunicação.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-4728620559250949045?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/4728620559250949045/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/05/voces-nem-sabem-o-quanto-custa-saber.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/4728620559250949045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/4728620559250949045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/05/voces-nem-sabem-o-quanto-custa-saber.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-1326373000984145395</id><published>2011-05-10T11:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T11:30:24.962+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu não sei o que faria se ficasse surda.&lt;br /&gt;Não é por não poder ouvir o que os outros me dizem, isso passa-me completamente ao lado, consigo viver perfeitamente sem ouvir o mundo à minha volta. Eu não sei é o que faria sem ouvir música. Quem me tira a minha musiquinha diária tira-me tudo.&lt;br /&gt;De manhã enquanto não ouço um pouco de música ninguém fale para mim, estou mal disposta, respondo torto e sou impaciente. A música parece que me acalma e me alegra o dia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-1326373000984145395?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/1326373000984145395/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-nao-sei-o-que-faria-se-ficasse-surda.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/1326373000984145395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/1326373000984145395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-nao-sei-o-que-faria-se-ficasse-surda.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-9167978103768850553</id><published>2011-05-05T21:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T21:48:41.756+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não gosto de pessoas que se queixam que têm muito trabalho, não gosto de quem se queixa dos horários, que tem , muito ocupados.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje em dia deviam de agradecer o facto de terem trabalho, e podem acreditar que não iriam gostar de ter o tempo mais livre do mundo. Não é divertido estar em casa 4 dias por semana, ficamos aborrecidos, com vontade de fazer algo da vida. Por vezes de tanto estarmos habituados a não fazer nada até ficamos preguiçosos.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu tenho medo que me custe levantar cedo quando arranjar emprego ? Tenho. Aliás provavelmente não vou gostar nada de ter de acordar cedo todos os dias, mas todos os dias me vou lembrar deste ano em que estive demasiado tempo em casa e que não gostei. Penso que vou saber dar valor ao que muita gente não dá.&lt;br /&gt;Quando não tiver vontade de acordar vou-me lembrar : Fica feliz, estás a fazer algo da tua vida, não queiras voltar a sentir-te inútil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim estou ansiosissima para que este ano lectivo acabe, não é divertido ter tantas folgas. Divertido é poder chegar a casa e dizer : estou cansada mas sinto que hoje fiz algo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso não se venham queixar que trabalham muito, agradeçam, a sério.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-9167978103768850553?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/9167978103768850553/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/05/nao-gosto-de-pessoas-que-se-queixam-que.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/9167978103768850553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/9167978103768850553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/05/nao-gosto-de-pessoas-que-se-queixam-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-8693306467720288602</id><published>2011-04-26T05:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T05:21:35.517+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não gosto que me perguntem : " Então vais para a faculdade? ".&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei o quão importante é a faculdade, e sim quero ir, mas não vou para um curso qualquer do qual não gosto. Não vou desperdiçar o meu tempo e depois acabar no desemprego de qualquer forma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que neste momento preciso de um ano livre, a trabalhar , tentar crescer mentalmente e perceber o quão dificil a vida é, e aí conseguir dar o devido valor à faculdade e dar o litro até acabar o curso que quero, que realmente gosto, e que espero exercer o resto da vida. &lt;br /&gt;Não me importa o facto de estudar até aos 25 ou 26,&amp;nbsp; sentir-me realizada é tudo o que realmente me importa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-8693306467720288602?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/8693306467720288602/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/04/nao-gosto-que-me-perguntem-entao-vais.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/8693306467720288602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/8693306467720288602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/04/nao-gosto-que-me-perguntem-entao-vais.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-9134115013818747549</id><published>2011-04-20T20:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T20:31:19.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estás distante. &lt;br /&gt;Eu digo a mim mesma que é a última vez que te vou mandar mensagem ou vou tentar sair contigo mas acabo sempre no erro de enviar outra e outra mensagem de novo. &lt;br /&gt;Preciso de te apagar da minha vida mas não sei como, gostava que tudo fosse tão fácil para mim como é para ti. Ter um botão delete que te apagasse da minha mente, não imaginas como o meu cérebro ficava tão mais vazio se eu não pensasse em ti. Era tipo um oceano sem ondas, tranformava-se num calmo rio, e eu sou um barco que anda&amp;nbsp; à deriva à espera que esse oceano se tranforme num rio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-9134115013818747549?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/9134115013818747549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/04/estas-distante-eu-digo-mim-mesma-que-e.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/9134115013818747549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/9134115013818747549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/04/estas-distante-eu-digo-mim-mesma-que-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-4451386156909475291</id><published>2011-04-09T20:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T20:33:25.482+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I still think of you EVERY SINGLE day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-4451386156909475291?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/4451386156909475291/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-still-think-of-you-every-single-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/4451386156909475291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/4451386156909475291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-still-think-of-you-every-single-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-531307969748931910</id><published>2011-04-05T12:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T12:53:47.751+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É semanas como esta que me apetece mandar a escola para o "carailho" e ir trabalhar a tempo inteiro em sítios a meu gosto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-531307969748931910?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/531307969748931910/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-semanas-como-esta-que-me-apetece.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/531307969748931910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/531307969748931910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/04/e-semanas-como-esta-que-me-apetece.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-8483465338222886641</id><published>2011-03-24T12:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-24T12:52:21.505Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A minha explicadora foi durante anos como uma mãe para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de eu nunca ter obtido as notas desejadas ela estava sempre lá para me incentivar, dar raspanetes e preocupar-se como todas as minhas notas, ao contrário da minha mãe que só quer saber das notas no fim do ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso sempre que passo de autocarro olho para a casa dela, na esperança de a ver, e quando a vejo, como hoje, dá uma vontade ENORME de sair do autocarro e dar-lhe um abraço forte.&lt;br /&gt;Se hoje sou como sou, posso dizer que parte de mim, foi ela que ajudou a construir &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-8483465338222886641?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/8483465338222886641/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/03/minha-explicadora-foi-durante-anos-como.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/8483465338222886641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/8483465338222886641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/03/minha-explicadora-foi-durante-anos-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-4895706365664766889</id><published>2011-03-24T03:46:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-04-12T02:14:47.585+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WTF ? Porquê que no google tradutor quando clicámos no "ouvir" em português, a mulher fala com sotaque brasileiro ?&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora eles mandam em tudo ? Já não basta termos de aprender a escrever como eles por causa do RAIO do&amp;nbsp;acordo ortográfico ?&lt;br /&gt;Afinal quem descobriu quem? Colombo descobriu o Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;Colombo era o quê ? Português de Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;A lingua é de quem ? Camões.&lt;br /&gt;Camões era o quê ? Português de Portugal, sem sotaque algum, porra !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-4895706365664766889?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/4895706365664766889/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/03/wtf-porque-que-no-google-tradutor.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/4895706365664766889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/4895706365664766889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/03/wtf-porque-que-no-google-tradutor.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-3604475498991407240</id><published>2011-03-14T18:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-14T18:17:06.283Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estou pronta !&lt;br /&gt;Depois de 19 anos à espera estou pronta para encontrar a pessoa que me fará borboletas na barriga, que me fará sorrir com qualquer coisa que diga ou escreva. Sorrir só de pensar nos momentos que podem ser vividos em conjunto.&lt;br /&gt;A pessoa a quem eu farei sentir o mesmo que eu sentirei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca desejei tanto conhecer essa pessoa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-3604475498991407240?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/3604475498991407240/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/03/estou-pronta-depois-de-19-anos-espera.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/3604475498991407240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/3604475498991407240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/03/estou-pronta-depois-de-19-anos-espera.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-442225814959610107</id><published>2011-03-14T18:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-14T18:01:01.252Z</updated><title type='text'>O meu primo</title><content type='html'>O meu primo é alguém que eu aspiro ser. Ele pode já ter um filho, com 2 anos, mas eu tenho orgulho nele.&lt;br /&gt;Ele tem emprego, estuda, tem tempo para sair e divertir-se com os amigos e tem basicamente tudo o que quiser (muito à custa do emprego).&lt;br /&gt;Nunca fomos muito próximos talvez por eu ser rapariga e ele ser rapaz, ou por termos sido criados com avós diferentes, mas ele sempre foi alguém com quem gostei de me comparar. Ultimamente sinto que não consigo chegar aos seus pés, desisti de nos comparar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava que o meu primo tivesse tanto orgulho em mim como eu tenho nele.&lt;br /&gt;Gostava que ele soubesse que eu tenho orgulho nele.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-442225814959610107?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/442225814959610107/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-meu-primo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/442225814959610107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/442225814959610107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-meu-primo.html' title='O meu primo'/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-1089559472067689116</id><published>2011-03-14T17:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-14T17:55:35.292Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu tento viver o presente e não pensar no futuro , mas é um bocado dificil fazer isto quando toda a gente à minha volta está sempre a insistir que eu arranje emprego, e a perguntar para que faculdade vou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim eu sei que preciso de pensar nisso, mas primeiro estou mais concentrada em acabar o secundário e tirar a carta de condução para depois tomar essas decisões todas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho culpa se gosto de viver o presente e não pensar no futuro, embora saiba que está errado, é assim que sou e não me vejo a mudar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-1089559472067689116?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/1089559472067689116/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-tento-viver-o-presente-e-nao-pensar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/1089559472067689116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/1089559472067689116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-tento-viver-o-presente-e-nao-pensar.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-8678675729997013453</id><published>2011-03-14T17:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-14T17:45:42.211Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"so how do you find love? ... you don't. love finds you."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É mais fácil dizer do que acreditar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-8678675729997013453?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/8678675729997013453/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-how-do-you-find-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/8678675729997013453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/8678675729997013453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-how-do-you-find-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-4462780396626264983</id><published>2011-03-13T22:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-13T22:15:25.087Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O que me dá esperança é saber que tudo fica mal antes de ficar muito melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso espero que já pouco falte para ficar tudo melhor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-4462780396626264983?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/4462780396626264983/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-que-me-da-esperanca-e-saber-que-tudo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/4462780396626264983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/4462780396626264983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-que-me-da-esperanca-e-saber-que-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-4499590651932242409</id><published>2011-03-13T03:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-13T03:24:42.324Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu acho estremamente vergonhoso ter 19 anos e não ter enviado nunca uma carta !&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei como enviar uma carta pelo correio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho a certeza que como eu muita gente da minha geração não sabe e eu acho isto muito mau mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca na vida vamos ter aquela ansiedade de estar à espera, durante dias, da resposta que tantos ansiámos.&lt;br /&gt;Tem dias que odeio as novas tecnologias, a&amp;nbsp;sério que sim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-4499590651932242409?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/4499590651932242409/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-acho-estremamente-vergonhoso-ter-19.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/4499590651932242409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/4499590651932242409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-acho-estremamente-vergonhoso-ter-19.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-1399296029985036153</id><published>2011-03-09T01:14:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-09T01:15:34.225Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;" Se ele não esperou por ti é porque não gostava assim tanto"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demorou muito tempo para alguém me dizer isto. Mas sabes ? Desde esse dia que não penso tanto em ti, e que luto para seguir em frente sabendo que nunca te vou ter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É por isto que ela é a minha &lt;strong&gt;melhor amiga&lt;/strong&gt;, porque diz-me as verdades mesmo sabendo que vai magoar, porque mais tarde&amp;nbsp;irá compensar. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-1399296029985036153?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/1399296029985036153/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/03/se-ele-nao-esperou-por-ti-e-porque-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/1399296029985036153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/1399296029985036153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/03/se-ele-nao-esperou-por-ti-e-porque-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-8853925040234286276</id><published>2011-03-06T23:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-06T23:04:10.443Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu não espero que apoiem todas as minhas decisões, eu própria não apoio todas as vossas decisões.&lt;br /&gt;A única coisa que espero dos meus amigos é que estejam lá para me levantarem sempre que eu cair, tal como eu faço convosco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mim a amizade é isto, nem sempre estar de acordo mas estar sempre lá quando necessário.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-8853925040234286276?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/8853925040234286276/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-nao-espero-que-apoiem-todas-as.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/8853925040234286276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/8853925040234286276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-nao-espero-que-apoiem-todas-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-3370138584009984189</id><published>2011-03-02T14:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-02T14:47:29.720Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Adoro como ninguém quer saber dos meus sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;É a minha avó sempre a reclamar de tudo o que faço, são os meus pais que não mostram ter o minimo orgulho de mim (também não os culpo, não faço nada de jeito), é ele que diz coisas sem pensar como depois fico a sentir-me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes penso que seria melhor viver isolada de toda a gente, assim ninguém me podia magoar, contava comigo e só comigo !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tou farta de chorar por me sentir sozinha, por me achar inútil, não preciso de mais pessoas a fazerem-me lembrar disso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-3370138584009984189?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/3370138584009984189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/03/adoro-como-ninguem-quer-saber-dos-meus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/3370138584009984189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/3370138584009984189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/03/adoro-como-ninguem-quer-saber-dos-meus.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-56241962600889122</id><published>2011-02-24T20:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-24T20:35:10.818Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nos últimos dias tenho adormecido a chorar.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto um vazio dentro de mim que não sei explicar, principalmente sinto-me inútil e sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É estranho porque sempre imaginei que nunca ia ter uma fase assim, afinal isto são crise de adolescente de 15/16, mas agora já no fim da adolescência sinto-me assim... perdida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes gostava que as pessoas reparassem que o facto de eu estar sempre a rir não quer dizer que eu esteja bem. Tento sempre não dar tempo às pessoas de não me perguntarem : "como estás?", "que tens feito" só para não me sentir obrigada a mentir.&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que eu gostava que as pessoas reparassem que não ando bem, mas por outro lado não gosto de desabafar, de fazer-me de coitadinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja por isso que este blog está cheio de lamúrias, aqui digo o que não tenho coragem de dizer aos meus amigos&amp;nbsp;para não os chatear. &lt;br /&gt;Gosto de fazer os outros sorrir e mostrar que estou bem mesmo que não estou. Guardo as lágrimas para quando estou sozinha no meu quarto e fecho os olhos, só assim me sinto bem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-56241962600889122?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/56241962600889122/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/02/nos-ultimos-dias-tenho-adormecido.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/56241962600889122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/56241962600889122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/02/nos-ultimos-dias-tenho-adormecido.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-3584459865952111104</id><published>2011-02-22T20:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-22T20:40:11.818Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A verdade é que às vezes tenho medo de acabar fria e só.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-3584459865952111104?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/3584459865952111104/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/02/verdade-e-que-as-vezes-tenho-medo-de.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/3584459865952111104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/3584459865952111104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/02/verdade-e-que-as-vezes-tenho-medo-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-3348486853102311408</id><published>2011-02-20T07:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-20T07:57:33.477Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. These years that I have been in love have been the darkest days of my life. All because I’ve been cursed by being in love with a man who does not and will not love me back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— The Holiday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-3348486853102311408?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/3348486853102311408/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/02/most-love-stories-are-about-people-who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/3348486853102311408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/3348486853102311408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/02/most-love-stories-are-about-people-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-3193964306230453233</id><published>2011-02-18T23:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-18T23:28:01.901Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"In the end you are always a sweetheart"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respondi-te um : "thank you", mas na realidade queria dizer-te : "you make my heart melt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só não disse para não te afastar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s.: falo inglês com os meus amigos portugueses quando tou aborrecida. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-3193964306230453233?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/3193964306230453233/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/02/in-end-you-are-always-sweetheart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/3193964306230453233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/3193964306230453233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/02/in-end-you-are-always-sweetheart.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-9067178446192763065</id><published>2011-02-18T08:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-18T08:37:03.954Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tou aqui a pensar que se calhar eu gosto de sofrer, se calhar é como a do Twilight diz : " the pain is the only reminder that it was real".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-9067178446192763065?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/9067178446192763065/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/02/tou-aqui-pensar-que-se-calhar-eu-gosto.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/9067178446192763065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/9067178446192763065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/02/tou-aqui-pensar-que-se-calhar-eu-gosto.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xrkLPp4RZ7M/TV1tHUl2UHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ypZzHF1fNOU/s72-c/jnjl.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-2367605852023679834</id><published>2011-02-17T06:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-17T06:32:29.685Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A minha tia materna costuma dizer que se eu saisse ao meu lado paterno teria vários namorados um seguido do outro. Acontece que do lado do meu pai uma tia é casada à quase 25, a outra embora tenho tido um filho aos 18 só conheci 2 homens na vida dela , e os dois são os pais dos filhos.&lt;br /&gt;Ora enquanto as minhas tias paternas são assim, a minha tia materna tem 50 anos, divorciada sei lá à quantos anos e continua a fingir que é uma jovem rapariga e quase ao mesmo tempo que acaba com um já tá a começar com outro em aproximadamente 5, 6 anos já conheci 3 namorados dela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral da História&lt;/strong&gt; : Quem diz é quem é.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-2367605852023679834?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/2367605852023679834/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/02/minha-tia-materna-costuma-dizer-que-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/2367605852023679834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/2367605852023679834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/02/minha-tia-materna-costuma-dizer-que-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-2836081257882268298</id><published>2011-02-17T06:28:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-17T06:28:02.289Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estou quase a mudar o nome deste blog para Lamúrias sem fim, como tal vou tentar mudar a programação actual no próximo post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-2836081257882268298?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/2836081257882268298/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/02/estou-quase-mudar-o-nome-deste-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/2836081257882268298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/2836081257882268298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/02/estou-quase-mudar-o-nome-deste-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-3095392208154313421</id><published>2011-02-16T22:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-16T22:59:30.522Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pela primeira vez na vida (vá desde que sou extravaganza), fiquei sem sms durante 3 dias&amp;nbsp;e ninguém me mandou sms a perguntar seja o que for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm starting to feel lonely.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-3095392208154313421?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/3095392208154313421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/02/pela-primeira-vez-na-vida-va-desde-que.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/3095392208154313421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/3095392208154313421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/02/pela-primeira-vez-na-vida-va-desde-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-5494624155057715307</id><published>2011-02-13T23:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-13T23:32:32.393Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estou a tentar deixar-te ir. &lt;br /&gt;A&amp;nbsp;melhor maneira de o conseguir é deixando de ser tua amiga, embora isso me custe.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que falo contigo arrependo-me por ser tão fraca e não conseguir largar-te.&lt;br /&gt;No fundo só queria que abrisses os olhos e me visses como algo mais que a tua melhor amiga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-5494624155057715307?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/5494624155057715307/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/02/estou-tentar-deixar-te-ir.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/5494624155057715307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/5494624155057715307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/02/estou-tentar-deixar-te-ir.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-2440597361052664383</id><published>2011-02-05T23:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-05T23:26:41.702Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gostava que me deixasses fazer-te feliz, deixasses de olhar para o passado e pensásses num presente onde o "nós" existisse...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-2440597361052664383?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/2440597361052664383/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/02/gostava-que-me-deixasses-fazer-te-feliz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/2440597361052664383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/2440597361052664383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/02/gostava-que-me-deixasses-fazer-te-feliz.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-2000762648361222797</id><published>2011-01-25T21:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-25T21:21:47.670Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tenho saudades de quando a minha mãe trabalhava. Ter uma semanada maior, comprar mais porque tinha mais dinheiro e ter a casa só para mim. &lt;br /&gt;Aproveitar o silêncio quando me apetecia, ouvir música alto e cantar sem ninguém reclamar, sair sem ter de dar explicações a ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre me habituei a sair e não ter de dizer onde ia nem com quem agora com ela em casa tenho de dar os detalhes todos, estou farta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odeio a crise, mas principalmente os ex-patrões dela.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-2000762648361222797?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/2000762648361222797/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/01/tenho-saudades-de-quando-minha-mae.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/2000762648361222797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/2000762648361222797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/01/tenho-saudades-de-quando-minha-mae.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-7054255279475256263</id><published>2011-01-21T07:59:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-21T08:02:25.700Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Break my heart. All over &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;, for the &lt;em&gt;fucking&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;last time&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-7054255279475256263?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/7054255279475256263/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/01/break-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/7054255279475256263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/7054255279475256263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/01/break-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-3565395742385857949</id><published>2011-01-12T21:01:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-12T21:01:19.664Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Serei eu que afasto as pessoas ? :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A este ritmo mais vale habituar-me a gostar de gatos porque vou morrer rodeada de gatos e sozinha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-3565395742385857949?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/3565395742385857949/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/01/serei-eu-que-afasto-as-pessoas-s-este.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/3565395742385857949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/3565395742385857949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/01/serei-eu-que-afasto-as-pessoas-s-este.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-7949248006114765253</id><published>2011-01-11T11:01:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-11T11:01:02.833Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Era tudo mais fácil se eu soubesse seguir os meus próprios conselhos, TÃO mais fácil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-7949248006114765253?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/7949248006114765253/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/01/era-tudo-mais-facil-se-eu-soubesse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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se queixam do emprego que têm e acabam por se despedir antes de terem um novo emprego.&lt;br /&gt;Eu preferia ter um bom salário e estar insatisfeita do que ir para o fundo de desemprego sem saber quando voltaria a ter um trabalho decente, melhor que o que tinha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-2012737384053559489?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/2012737384053559489/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/01/nao-percebo-as-pessoas-que-se-queixam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/2012737384053559489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/2012737384053559489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/01/nao-percebo-as-pessoas-que-se-queixam.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-6982955156749982784</id><published>2011-01-08T01:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-08T01:17:50.218Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Odeio que digam, "a vida é mesmo assim".&lt;br /&gt;Párem de dizer isso!&amp;nbsp;A vida só é assim se quisermos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-2090094594194455765</id><published>2011-01-07T22:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-07T22:50:56.551Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sou preguiçosa. Mas é uma preguicite esquisita.&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto de arrumar a casa, não gosto de cozinhar, não gosto de fazer exercício nem de estudar.&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando estou sozinha em casa tudo isto me apetece fazer.&lt;br /&gt;É normal ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-2090094594194455765?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/2090094594194455765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/01/sou-preguicosa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/2090094594194455765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/2090094594194455765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/01/sou-preguicosa.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-8594325480758179713</id><published>2011-01-07T22:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-07T22:49:40.371Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Contigo sou Tripolar. Tenho a personalidade do Msn, a das sms e a de quando estou contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo perceber qual é a melhor pois todas elas fazer sentido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-8594325480758179713?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/8594325480758179713/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/01/contigo-sou-tripolar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/8594325480758179713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/8594325480758179713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/01/contigo-sou-tripolar.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-8244251679942762204</id><published>2011-01-07T22:30:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-07T22:36:08.510Z</updated><title type='text'>Dear Kate Middleton,</title><content type='html'>Invite me to your wedding.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to ruin your "I do" moment,&lt;br /&gt;I just want to meet a certain prince, and maybe marry him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your future brother-in-law ♥ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="377" id="il_fi" src="http://images.mirror.co.uk/upl/m4/jun2010/6/6/prince-harry-pic-pa-650642361.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="490" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-8244251679942762204?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/8244251679942762204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-kate-middleton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/8244251679942762204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/8244251679942762204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-kate-middleton.html' title='Dear Kate Middleton,'/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-357558044905643161</id><published>2011-01-07T05:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-07T05:35:30.243Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;2 anos e 360 publicações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(ou lamentações dependendo do dia)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-357558044905643161?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/357558044905643161/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/01/2-anos-e-360-publicacoes-ou-lamentacoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/357558044905643161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/357558044905643161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/01/2-anos-e-360-publicacoes-ou-lamentacoes.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-6518401170354600722</id><published>2011-01-07T02:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-07T02:40:14.792Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bonito foi destruir a imagem que tinha de mim ao achar que nunca tinha feito promessas de amizade para sempre. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-6518401170354600722?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/6518401170354600722/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/01/bonito-foi-destruir-imagem-que-tinha-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/6518401170354600722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/6518401170354600722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/01/bonito-foi-destruir-imagem-que-tinha-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-6129498646694146474</id><published>2011-01-07T02:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-07T02:39:16.354Z</updated><title type='text'>O Passado (Des)Enterrado</title><content type='html'>Tem 2 anos da minha vida que pouco vale a pena lembrar. Lembro-me das coisas felizes e que se mantiveram ao lado do tempo, as merdas que se passaram e promessas que não foram cumpridas preferi esquecer. &lt;br /&gt;Hoje relembrei essas coisas que estavam esquecidas na minha memória.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tudo o que relembrei o que custou mais foi lembrar de uma promessa de amizade "para sempre" que não se cumpriu,&amp;nbsp;afastamo-nos e agora&amp;nbsp;pouco sei&amp;nbsp;sobre ti e não te vejo à eternidades.&lt;br /&gt;O&amp;nbsp;essencial (o que passamos durante esse tempo) continua bem vivo na minha memória pois é uma das poucas coisas felizes que guardo daquela escola.&lt;br /&gt;Conheciamo-nos à pouco mas estiveste lá sempre que eu precisei e vice-versa, foste uma espécie de porto de abrigo e animaste-me quando mais ninguém conseguia.&lt;br /&gt;Foste mesmo das melhores pessoas que conheci e de ti tenho a certeza que nunca vou esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-6129498646694146474?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/6129498646694146474/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-passado-desenterrado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/6129498646694146474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/6129498646694146474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-passado-desenterrado.html' title='O Passado (Des)Enterrado'/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-6875606387422333612</id><published>2011-01-02T03:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-02T03:35:56.916Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu adoro o facto de não beber alcool e mesmo assim ir contra bocas de incêndio.&lt;br /&gt;Se bebesse tava bem lixada xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-6875606387422333612?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/6875606387422333612/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-adoro-o-facto-de-nao-beber-alcool-e.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/6875606387422333612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/6875606387422333612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-adoro-o-facto-de-nao-beber-alcool-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-3731552962383065440</id><published>2010-12-30T23:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-30T23:07:33.530Z</updated><title type='text'>Em 2011 espero</title><content type='html'>- Arranjar emprego ;&lt;br /&gt;- Sair mais ;&lt;br /&gt;- Ir mais à praia ;&lt;br /&gt;- Fazer novos amigos ;&lt;br /&gt;- Manter os de sempre por perto ;&lt;br /&gt;- Se possível emagrecer uns quilinhos ;&lt;br /&gt;- E se não for pedir muito, arranjar um amor :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E já não coloco aqui nada sobre a escola de propósito, porque gosto de surpresas nesse nível xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-3731552962383065440?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-3589655119418821400</id><published>2010-12-22T21:13:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-22T21:13:58.919Z</updated><title type='text'>Sabemos que estamos a ficar velhos...</title><content type='html'>... Quando acordamos as 6h, voltamos a dormir e, quando acordamos de novo são 9h30 mas temos a sensação que já dormimos imenso e que é de tarde.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-3589655119418821400?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/3589655119418821400/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/12/sabemos-que-estamos-ficar-velhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/3589655119418821400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/3589655119418821400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/12/sabemos-que-estamos-ficar-velhos.html' title='Sabemos que estamos a ficar velhos...'/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-3186778152468179890</id><published>2010-12-19T13:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-19T13:24:51.085Z</updated><title type='text'>¡Feliz Cumpleaños A Mi Mamá!</title><content type='html'>Afinal de contas foi ela que me teve e que me atura à 19 anos. Obrigada mãe ! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-3186778152468179890?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/3186778152468179890/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/12/feliz-cumpleanos-mi-mama.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/3186778152468179890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/3186778152468179890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/12/feliz-cumpleanos-mi-mama.html' title='¡Feliz Cumpleaños A Mi Mamá!'/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-7150661122297576149</id><published>2010-12-14T22:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-14T22:31:10.197Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sou tão insegura que até dói.&lt;br /&gt;É por isso que todos os anos digo : não vou fazer festa no meu aniversário, e todos os anos acabo por fazer -.- BURRICE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-7150661122297576149?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/7150661122297576149/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/12/sou-tao-insegura-que-ate-doi.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/7150661122297576149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/7150661122297576149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/12/sou-tao-insegura-que-ate-doi.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-5611692675988925099</id><published>2010-12-08T00:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-08T00:44:43.532Z</updated><title type='text'>Escola</title><content type='html'>Tem uma coisa que não revelo a ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;Grande parte dos dias apetece-me mandar a escola às favas e trabalhar de vez a tempo inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;Tipo hoje em que consegui não acabar o teste de Fisica por falta de tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas depois penso, se eu não consigo arranjar a merda de um part-time, vou arranjar um full ?&lt;br /&gt;Não é assim tão fácil como nas novelinhas tipo MCA mostra.&lt;br /&gt;Para além do mais deixar a escola quando só me faltam duas disciplinas para ter o 12º deixaria-me com um sabor tipo "morrer na praia". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, todos os dias me levanto e ganho coragem para vencer estes dois obstáculos chamados "Matemática" e "Fisica e Quimica", a Matemática estou a conseguir, agora restam-me os dois próximos períodos para melhor a Fisica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou morrer na praia. Recuso-me !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-5611692675988925099?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/5611692675988925099/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/12/escola.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/5611692675988925099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/5611692675988925099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/12/escola.html' title='Escola'/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-9045567970945944557</id><published>2010-12-06T20:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-06T20:10:35.015Z</updated><title type='text'>O Natal</title><content type='html'>Consigo ter dois sentimentos tão diferentes por esta época natalícia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por um lado odeio porque é altura que saem notas do 1º período e está sempre associada a chantagem, para ter prendas tinha de tirar boas notas. O pior é que só me lembro dessas notas nos últimos testes quando vejo o Natal a aproximar, aí já não adianta muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por outro lado adoro sair à rua ver o espirito natalício que se sente nos sítios mais conhecidos da cidade, principalmente os que têm lojas, andar pelos shopping's e só ouvir música relativa a esta época e&amp;nbsp;ver as luzes&amp;nbsp;a iluminarem e&amp;nbsp;alegrarem as&amp;nbsp;noites frias de Inverno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O facto de fazer anos nesta altura do ano também acentua o meu amor/ódio pelo Natal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-9045567970945944557?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/9045567970945944557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/12/consigo-ter-dois-sentimentos-tao.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/9045567970945944557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/9045567970945944557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/12/consigo-ter-dois-sentimentos-tao.html' title='O Natal'/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-3083061113770050326</id><published>2010-12-03T00:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-03T00:49:32.610Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/_T4xCT01K1w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/_T4xCT01K1w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0" 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;Hoje vi o episódio em que o Rai se despede do Hospital Central, quer-me parecer que vou fazer greve. Agora tirando a história da Alicia, Hector e Waldo não há enredos de jeito -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-3083061113770050326?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/3083061113770050326/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/12/hoje-vi-o-episodio-em-que-o-rai-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/3083061113770050326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/3083061113770050326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/12/hoje-vi-o-episodio-em-que-o-rai-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-4296439127992565666</id><published>2010-11-26T19:36:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:37:17.154Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Acho uma piada que as pessoas que não gostam de mim&amp;nbsp;é porque&amp;nbsp;me passo com elas ao defender os meus amigos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-4296439127992565666?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/4296439127992565666/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/11/acho-uma-piada-que-as-pessoas-que-nao.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/4296439127992565666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/4296439127992565666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/11/acho-uma-piada-que-as-pessoas-que-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-3072647813703706935</id><published>2010-11-14T20:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-14T20:42:01.339Z</updated><title type='text'>É por isto que ele é considerado o homem mais bem vestido :</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXAavSg68rs/TOBI9k5foSI/AAAAAAAAAL0/7XoDWrzF6is/s1600/paraty-63.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="284" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXAavSg68rs/TOBI9k5foSI/AAAAAAAAAL0/7XoDWrzF6is/s320/paraty-63.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word : EWWWWWWW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-3072647813703706935?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/3072647813703706935/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/11/e-por-isto-que-ele-e-considerado-o.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/3072647813703706935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/3072647813703706935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/11/e-por-isto-que-ele-e-considerado-o.html' title='É por isto que ele é considerado o homem mais bem vestido :'/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXAavSg68rs/TOBI9k5foSI/AAAAAAAAAL0/7XoDWrzF6is/s72-c/paraty-63.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-118361996852898304</id><published>2010-11-13T19:48:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-14T06:46:23.936Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Realmente os meses de gravidez devem ser meses de alegria, imaginem só 9 meses sem o raio das dores menstruais -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kill-all-idiots.tumblr.com/post/1551504241"&gt;&lt;img alt="blatsifonly:themagicallandofbeth:babyitsyou:shordaaaay:LLLL OOOO LLLLL. Omg.LMFAOvery true XDand an excuse to skive off swimming :B" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbrq4x4Hln1qac5p3o1_500.gif" /&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/1456260957443495883-118361996852898304?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/118361996852898304/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/11/realmente-os-meses-de-gravidez-devem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/118361996852898304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/118361996852898304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/11/realmente-os-meses-de-gravidez-devem.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-399718339211564422</id><published>2010-11-07T22:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-07T22:21:56.415Z</updated><title type='text'>EMA's 2010</title><content type='html'>Eu a desesperar à espera da 1h da manhã para ver o espectaculo e descubro agora que aquilo começou às 21h de Madrid e que estavam a trasmitir pela net no site da MTV.&lt;br /&gt;Pena que descobrir na hora da ultima actuação -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-399718339211564422?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/399718339211564422/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/11/emas-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/399718339211564422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/399718339211564422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/11/emas-2010.html' title='EMA&apos;s 2010'/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-751480522916225476</id><published>2010-10-31T20:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-10-31T20:35:42.340Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Andei eu 10 anos, ou mais, enganada a achar que tinham se livrado da gata só porque eu a atirei da varanda abaixo (1ºandar e foi uma experiência !), e ela me arranhou, e afinal foi tudo porque ela engravidou e não havia lugar para mais nesta casa. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s.: Ou tiveram medo que eu também fizesse experiências com os filhotes xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-751480522916225476?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/751480522916225476/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/10/andei-eu-10-anos-ou-mais-enganada-achar.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/751480522916225476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/751480522916225476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/10/andei-eu-10-anos-ou-mais-enganada-achar.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-6280103159463438478</id><published>2010-10-28T17:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T17:37:38.624+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Espero não ter problemas cerebrais sérios porque estou acordada a mais de 24 horas e sou a pessoa mais feliz e parva à face da minha terra e não tenho sono algum xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-6280103159463438478?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/6280103159463438478/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/10/espero-nao-ter-problemas-cerebrais.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/6280103159463438478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/6280103159463438478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/10/espero-nao-ter-problemas-cerebrais.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-2211394401137067910</id><published>2010-10-11T06:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T06:19:48.901+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Insónias Produtivas</title><content type='html'>Quando vejo vídeos em que estou com os amigos vejo o quão idiota sou !&lt;br /&gt;Eles são mesmo muito bons para aturar alguém assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por não desistirem de mim :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-2211394401137067910?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/2211394401137067910/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/10/insonias-produtivas.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/2211394401137067910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/2211394401137067910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/10/insonias-produtivas.html' title='Insónias Produtivas'/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-3008197818382387525</id><published>2010-10-06T00:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T00:40:52.319+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gossip Girl e One Tree Hill,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Primeiro têm um final de temporada igual, a acabar com tiros e alguém a supostamente morrer, agora usam frases praticamente iguais ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Peyton (OTH) &amp;nbsp;:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXAavSg68rs/TKu23zS-0QI/AAAAAAAAAJo/vDoVUbeLaUo/s1600/People_Always_Leave_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXAavSg68rs/TKu23zS-0QI/AAAAAAAAAJo/vDoVUbeLaUo/s320/People_Always_Leave_.jpg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Chuck (GG) : "Everybody Leaves".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Não estou a gostar da brincadeira !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-3008197818382387525?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/3008197818382387525/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/10/gossip-girl-e-one-tree-hill-primeiro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/3008197818382387525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/3008197818382387525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/10/gossip-girl-e-one-tree-hill-primeiro.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXAavSg68rs/TKu23zS-0QI/AAAAAAAAAJo/vDoVUbeLaUo/s72-c/People_Always_Leave_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-2204535549815814106</id><published>2010-10-04T02:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T02:00:37.600+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É como se de um vicio tratasses ser. E como todos os vicios é dificil largar-te.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-2204535549815814106?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/2204535549815814106/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/10/e-como-se-de-um-vicio-tratasses-ser.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/2204535549815814106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/2204535549815814106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/10/e-como-se-de-um-vicio-tratasses-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-330509479601792862</id><published>2010-09-28T23:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T23:02:02.958+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Adoro dormir em hotéis. Não percebo se o encanto é por dormir fora, longe do frigorifico e do computador ou se é por gostar de não precisar arrumar o quarto quando acordo. Só sei que A-D-O-R-O !&lt;br /&gt;Mas também quem não gosta ? :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-330509479601792862?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/330509479601792862/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/09/adoro-dormir-em-hoteis.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/330509479601792862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/330509479601792862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/09/adoro-dormir-em-hoteis.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-8984015314098315283</id><published>2010-09-19T23:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T23:11:11.062+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quando decido deixar McDonald's e afins é que os meus pais se lembram de ir lá lanchar depois de meses sem o fazeres, e me convidam para almoçar fora. Tou lixada, tudo contra mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-8984015314098315283?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/8984015314098315283/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/09/quando-decido-deixar-mcdonalds-e-afins.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/8984015314098315283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/8984015314098315283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/09/quando-decido-deixar-mcdonalds-e-afins.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-7189412866710447397</id><published>2010-09-19T04:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T04:03:39.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Começo a ficar preocupada. &lt;br /&gt;Por esta altura normalmente já tenho uma pequena ideia do que quero para prenda de Natal, este ano não me decido. &lt;br /&gt;Ainda vou é acabar por ter nada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-7189412866710447397?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/7189412866710447397/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/09/comeco-ficar-preocupada.html#comment-form' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/7189412866710447397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/7189412866710447397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/09/comeco-ficar-preocupada.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-7226679390060602251</id><published>2010-09-17T02:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T02:00:32.165+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Take time to realize that i am on your side..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já estás é a demorar muito tempo -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-7226679390060602251?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/7226679390060602251/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/09/take-time-to-realize-that-i-am-on-your.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/7226679390060602251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/7226679390060602251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/09/take-time-to-realize-that-i-am-on-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-787245368156161471</id><published>2010-09-14T19:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T19:42:50.039+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Odeio sentar-me atrás nas salas de aula, para além de ver mal distraio-me.&lt;br /&gt;Ao menos estando na parte de trás lá vou conhecendo algumas pessoas da nova turma, senão pareço uma anti-social sozinha na porta da sala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui entre nós até estou a rezar para que algum professor se lembre de mudar os lugares :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-787245368156161471?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/787245368156161471/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/09/odeio-sentar-me-atras-nas-salas-de-aula.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/787245368156161471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/787245368156161471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/09/odeio-sentar-me-atras-nas-salas-de-aula.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-5108203618797607892</id><published>2010-09-11T22:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T22:25:03.302+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dois anos a ver os outros a entrar na universidade e eu ainda no Secundário.&lt;br /&gt;É que já aprendia com os meus erros, digo eu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-5108203618797607892?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/5108203618797607892/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/09/dois-anos-ver-os-outros-entrar-na.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/5108203618797607892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/5108203618797607892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/09/dois-anos-ver-os-outros-entrar-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-323885297770613331</id><published>2010-09-10T22:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T22:49:04.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estou super contente, agora que basicamente acabaram as férias já tenho que fazer até terça ! Incluindo as aulas de terça obviamente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-323885297770613331?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/323885297770613331/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/09/estou-super-contente-agora-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/323885297770613331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/323885297770613331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/09/estou-super-contente-agora-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-4350894850451479502</id><published>2010-09-09T22:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T22:04:06.397+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Nada, és uma santa Cláudia."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porra não digo que sou uma santa mas nunca fiz mal a ninguém. E o que mais me irrita é ter ficado a pensar nisto. &lt;br /&gt;Vá ao menos alegra-me os dias. x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-4350894850451479502?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/4350894850451479502/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/09/nada-es-uma-santa-claudia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/4350894850451479502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/4350894850451479502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/09/nada-es-uma-santa-claudia.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-847379035055089754</id><published>2010-09-09T04:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T04:45:24.314+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ai que nervos, ainda hoje troquei os lençois e acabei de sujar com ketchup.&lt;br /&gt;Quem me manda comer na cama as 5h da manhã ? -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-847379035055089754?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/847379035055089754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/09/ai-que-nervos-ainda-hoje-troquei-os.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/847379035055089754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/847379035055089754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/09/ai-que-nervos-ainda-hoje-troquei-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-4086810346472473924</id><published>2010-09-07T21:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T21:33:13.192+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Who the fuck knows what's inside your head and your heart ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-4086810346472473924?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/4086810346472473924/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/09/who-fuck-knows-whats-inside-your-head.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/4086810346472473924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/4086810346472473924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/09/who-fuck-knows-whats-inside-your-head.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-3634146601795845965</id><published>2010-09-07T01:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T01:05:47.709+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quase um ano depois...</title><content type='html'>Apeteceu-me repetir&lt;a href="http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2009/10/vi-num-blog-e-gostei-da-ideia.html"&gt; isto&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Como te sentes hoje? &lt;strong&gt;Simple Plan - Your love is a lie &lt;/strong&gt;, hoje não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Vais ser alguém na vida? &lt;strong&gt;Bonnie Tyler - Total Eclipse of the heart &lt;/strong&gt;, vou ser deprimida portanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Como os teus amigos te vêem? &lt;strong&gt;Glee -&amp;nbsp;Gold Digger&lt;/strong&gt; , oh não sou muito :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - Vais casar? &lt;strong&gt;Bon Jovi -&amp;nbsp;Bad Medicine &lt;/strong&gt;, é um mau remédio ? ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - Qual é a música do teu melhor amigo? &lt;strong&gt;Lady Gaga - Bad Romance&lt;/strong&gt; , e é ! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - Qual é a história da tua vida? &lt;strong&gt;Shania Twain - You're still the one &lt;/strong&gt;, totalmente de acordo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 - Como é que foi a escola secundária? &lt;strong&gt;The Hives - Hate to say I told you so&lt;/strong&gt; , tou farta que me avisem -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 - Como é que podes ir adiante na vida? &lt;strong&gt;Glee - Gives you hell &lt;/strong&gt;, fazendo da vida de alguem um inferno ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 - Qual é a melhor coisa nos teus amigos? &lt;strong&gt;Nirvana - Where did you sleep last night &lt;/strong&gt;, mesmo nunca sei deles &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 - O que é está "in" esta semana? &lt;strong&gt;Metallica - Nothing else matters &lt;/strong&gt;,&amp;nbsp; qualquer coisa hoje em dia está na moda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 - Como é a tua vida? &lt;strong&gt;Kaiser Chiefs - Never miss a beat&lt;/strong&gt; , em relação à letra da musica concordo que&amp;nbsp;é muito parecida a minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 - Que música vai tocar no teu funeral? &lt;strong&gt;Avril and the Goo goo dolls - Iris &lt;/strong&gt;, linda :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 - Como é que o mundo te vê? &lt;strong&gt;Lee McDougall - I'm falling in love &lt;/strong&gt;, todos os dias um diferente -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 - Vais ter uma vida feliz? &lt;strong&gt;Jeito Moleque - 7h30 AM&lt;/strong&gt; , vou chegar a casa tarde e mandar o marido tomar conta dos filhos para sair, muito bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 - O que é que os teus amigos REALMENTE pensam sobre ti? &lt;strong&gt;The Beatles - Helter Skelter &lt;/strong&gt;, pensam eles muito bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 - As pessoas têm inveja de ti? &lt;strong&gt;Rod Stewart - I don't wanna talk about it &lt;/strong&gt;, ok ok não querem falar nao pressiono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 - Como te podes fazer feliz? &lt;strong&gt;Michael Jackson - Billie Jean &lt;/strong&gt;, ser a rainha da pista de dança, não me parece xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 - Com que música farias um striptease? &lt;strong&gt;Mum-Ra - She's got you high &lt;/strong&gt;, não é o ritmo adequado mas para um strip qualquer musica serve, o que importa é a intenção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 - Se um homem numa carrinha te oferecesse um doce, o que farias? &lt;strong&gt;The Police - Every Breath you take &lt;/strong&gt;, tinha medo só da respiração do homem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 - O que é a tua mãe pensa de ti? &lt;strong&gt;Phil Collins - True Colors &lt;/strong&gt;, que linda mamã :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 - Qual é o teu segredo mais escuro e profundo? &lt;strong&gt;Placebo - Song to say Goodbye &lt;/strong&gt;, sou um erro :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 - Qual é a música do teu inimigo mortal? &lt;strong&gt;Joan Jett - Love is Pain&lt;/strong&gt; , é a vida ! continuo a dizer que as musicas que eu tenho são demasiado bonitas para dar a um inimigo mortal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 - Como é a tua personalidade? &lt;strong&gt;Lenny Kravitz - American Woman&lt;/strong&gt; , tenho um pouco a mania que o que é americano é bom, eu sei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 - Que música vai tocar no dia do teu casamento? &lt;strong&gt;The Buggles - Video killed the radio star &lt;/strong&gt;, um casamento um pouco retro xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 – Que música vai tocar na tua lua de mel? &lt;strong&gt;Simple Plan - Grow up&lt;/strong&gt; , nada romântica. E vai ser um casamento rodeado de músicas antigas logo nos primeiros dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 - O que os desconhecidos acham de ti? &lt;strong&gt;Lionel Richie - Easy like sunday morning &lt;/strong&gt;, é que não sou nada fácil, e tenho a certeza que os desconhecidos não pensam assim :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-3634146601795845965?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/3634146601795845965/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/09/quase-um-ano-depois.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/3634146601795845965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/3634146601795845965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/09/quase-um-ano-depois.html' title='Quase um ano depois...'/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-3274104843454143303</id><published>2010-09-05T14:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T14:11:26.401+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...Now that we’ve grown up, they want a serious answer. Well, how about this: who the hell knows? This isn’t the time to make hard and fast decisions, this is the time to make mistakes. Take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere. Fall in love… a lot. Major in philosophy, cause there’s no way to make a career out of that. Change your mind and change it again, because nothing’s permanent. So make as many mistakes as you can. That way, someday, when they ask again what we want to be, we won’t have to guess. We’ll know."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eclipse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-3274104843454143303?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/3274104843454143303/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/3274104843454143303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/3274104843454143303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-1833056945393477027</id><published>2010-09-04T03:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T03:50:02.007+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No fundo corremos todos atrás do que já não&amp;nbsp;temos.&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/1456260957443495883-1833056945393477027?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/1833056945393477027/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-fundo-corremos-todos-atras-do-que-ja.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/1833056945393477027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/1833056945393477027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-fundo-corremos-todos-atras-do-que-ja.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-5151399902457341327</id><published>2010-09-02T00:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T00:47:34.214+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tem dias que só consigo pensar que sou uma merda e a minha vida é uma merda. Penso que não tenho um rumo para seguir, nem ninguém que goste realmente de mim.&lt;br /&gt;O que me salva é pensar que se calhar não é bem assim como eu penso, e que é tudo macaquinhos na minha cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s.: E agora pensei que talvez o que eu preciso mesmo é de um psicólogo. x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-5151399902457341327?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/5151399902457341327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/09/tem-dias-que-so-consigo-pensar-que-sou.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/5151399902457341327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/5151399902457341327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/09/tem-dias-que-so-consigo-pensar-que-sou.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-5178944053236858820</id><published>2010-08-31T03:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T03:48:13.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gostava muito mais da música Airplanes quando ninguém a conhecia. Porquê que eu sou assim ? -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-5178944053236858820?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/5178944053236858820/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/08/gostava-muito-mais-da-musica-airplanes.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/5178944053236858820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/5178944053236858820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/08/gostava-muito-mais-da-musica-airplanes.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-3352228923002263364</id><published>2010-08-30T01:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T01:23:42.173+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Últimos 15 dias de férias, nem sei se fico contente ou se choro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-3352228923002263364?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/3352228923002263364/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/08/ultimos-15-dias-de-ferias-nem-sei-se.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/3352228923002263364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/3352228923002263364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/08/ultimos-15-dias-de-ferias-nem-sei-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-5348001296040473440</id><published>2010-08-26T22:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T22:57:57.031+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não percebo esta gente e faz-me confusão. Tá bem que já temos 19 anos mas é mesmo preciso namorar com gajos que parecem vossos pais ? Não há ninguém de jeito com a nossa idade ? Por favooor -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto muito de criticar, mas neste caso não consigo evitar o preconceito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-5348001296040473440?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/5348001296040473440/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/08/nao-percebo-esta-gente-e-faz-me.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/5348001296040473440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/5348001296040473440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/08/nao-percebo-esta-gente-e-faz-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-3060564409136046347</id><published>2010-08-25T01:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T01:43:13.664+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sinto saudades dos inicios de um amor. De ser paparicada, amada e desejada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-3060564409136046347?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/3060564409136046347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/08/sinto-saudades-dos-inicios-de-um-amor.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/3060564409136046347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/3060564409136046347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/08/sinto-saudades-dos-inicios-de-um-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-5812100719526859310</id><published>2010-08-19T20:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T20:50:29.231+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu acho que o Msn só serve para uma coisa, discutirmos muito mais do que quando estamos com a pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;E dizer coisas que nunca diriamos cara a cara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, afinal são duas coisas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-5812100719526859310?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/5812100719526859310/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/08/eu-acho-que-o-msn-so-serve-para-uma.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/5812100719526859310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/5812100719526859310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/08/eu-acho-que-o-msn-so-serve-para-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-5778595041968508396</id><published>2010-08-13T02:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T02:16:10.025+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How could this happen ?</title><content type='html'>Há dúvidas e sentimentos que eu sinceramente não queria voltar a sentir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-5778595041968508396?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/5778595041968508396/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-could-this-happen.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/5778595041968508396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/5778595041968508396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-could-this-happen.html' title='How could this happen ?'/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-5243968645058219684</id><published>2010-08-10T22:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T22:28:47.115+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Odeio Agosto. Quando não se vai de férias para um sítio diferente de onde passamos o resto ano começamos a ficar fartos das férias. Eu cheguei à fase em que começo a sentir saudades da escola e tenho vontade de começar as aulas -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-5243968645058219684?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/5243968645058219684/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/08/odeio-agosto.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/5243968645058219684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/5243968645058219684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/08/odeio-agosto.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-307183620027206901</id><published>2010-08-09T07:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T07:03:02.655+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acho super engraçado que na ginástica artística sempre que vemos alguém nas barras simétricas nos jogos olímpicos podemos ver que têm sempre o treinador para as agarrar, em caso de queda quando largam as barras, mas no Make it or Brake it (série sobre ginastas artísticas) não se vê isso a acontecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E é assim que se distingue realidade de ficção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-307183620027206901?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/307183620027206901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/08/acho-super-engracado-que-na-ginastica.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/307183620027206901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/307183620027206901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/08/acho-super-engracado-que-na-ginastica.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-8374191272442799542</id><published>2010-08-08T06:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T06:15:55.338+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Só gostava de uma vez na vida fazer parte de algo e ser algo para alguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;P.s.: Estou um pouco para o lamechas hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-8374191272442799542?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/8374191272442799542/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-gostava-de-uma-vez-na-vida-fazer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/8374191272442799542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/8374191272442799542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-gostava-de-uma-vez-na-vida-fazer.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-3931332846510943215</id><published>2010-08-05T21:07:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T21:08:38.143+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Talvez um novo recorde ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Passei do inicio ao fim do ikea em 5 minutos, normalmente demora-se uma hora para passar tudo, será algum novo record ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-3931332846510943215?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/3931332846510943215/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/08/talvez-um-novo-recorde.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/3931332846510943215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/3931332846510943215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/08/talvez-um-novo-recorde.html' title='Talvez um novo recorde ?'/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-3756568986537324124</id><published>2010-07-30T23:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T23:57:55.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoje ouvi um rapaz dizer ao telemóvel para um amigo : Fogo, és pior que as mulheres!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nós tanto os quisemos mudar que a realidade hoje em dia é mesmo que muitos já demoram tanto ou mais tempo que as mulheres a preparar-se, é que já nem há paciência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-3756568986537324124?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/3756568986537324124/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/07/hoje-ouvi-um-rapaz-dizer-ao-telemovel.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/3756568986537324124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/3756568986537324124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/07/hoje-ouvi-um-rapaz-dizer-ao-telemovel.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-7406107027152005964</id><published>2010-07-30T02:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T02:20:10.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se há coisa que me irrita todo o ano o seu nome é : Menstruação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas no Verão... não consigo lidar com isto -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-7406107027152005964?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/7406107027152005964/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/07/se-ha-coisa-que-me-irrita-todo-o-ano-o.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/7406107027152005964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/7406107027152005964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/07/se-ha-coisa-que-me-irrita-todo-o-ano-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-8427951824440436201</id><published>2010-07-27T02:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T02:01:35.319+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Irrita-me quando as pessoas pensam que sabem tudo sobre mim. Eu até posso parecer um livro aberto, mas ninguém sabe quantas vezes eu saio com&amp;nbsp;os meus&amp;nbsp;amigos ou imensas coisas que eu guardo só para mim (e mesmo mais ninguém), caraças deixem de se armar em parvas a achar que sabem tudo porque não sabem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-8427951824440436201?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/8427951824440436201/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/07/irrita-me-quando-as-pessoas-pensam-que.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/8427951824440436201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/8427951824440436201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/07/irrita-me-quando-as-pessoas-pensam-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-1547788919017384560</id><published>2010-07-22T05:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T05:28:09.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sou tão ambiciosa que nunca consegui realizar os meus maiores desejos :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Sair de casa aos 18;&lt;br /&gt;2- Ter um namorado quando fizesse 18;&lt;br /&gt;3- Entrar na faculdade de Direito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-1547788919017384560?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/1547788919017384560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/07/sou-tao-ambiciosa-que-nunca-consegui.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/1547788919017384560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/1547788919017384560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/07/sou-tao-ambiciosa-que-nunca-consegui.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1456260957443495883.post-519917310385093317</id><published>2010-07-22T00:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T00:15:46.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Made me think</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"É a razão real de Bella querer se tornar uma vampira. Sem a “morte”, não há o “nos separe”."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1456260957443495883-519917310385093317?l=pensarsemfim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/feeds/519917310385093317/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/07/made-me-think.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/519917310385093317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1456260957443495883/posts/default/519917310385093317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensarsemfim.blogspot.com/2010/07/made-me-think.html' title='Made me think'/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13873168904651921902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qwPY8ofR5hM/Tg-_r58NP6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1n07we4AUoI/s220/DSCF4158.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
