<?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-2583675097248115236</id><updated>2012-01-19T10:39:58.411Z</updated><category term='Sentimentos'/><category term='mesmo sem ter vendido nada'/><category term='sou mulher e depois?'/><category term='religião'/><category term='natal: aquele cansaço'/><category term='os anúncios que marcaram'/><category term='natal'/><category term='Desabafos'/><category term='que'/><title type='text'>come on baby, light my fire</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>199</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-7393133859358845770</id><published>2010-08-06T23:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T23:25:42.083+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eu sei que só tenho 20 anos mas fiquei com vontade de me casar depois de passar o dia a ver estas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mariannetaylorphotography.co.uk/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lindas fotografias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(btw resolvi trazer este blog de novo à vida, a ver como corre)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-7393133859358845770?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/7393133859358845770/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=7393133859358845770' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/7393133859358845770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/7393133859358845770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2010/08/eu-sei-que-so-tenho-20-anos-mas-fiquei.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-4806421134414856862</id><published>2010-02-19T21:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-19T21:55:36.563Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/S38IaPZoMmI/AAAAAAAAATQ/eClgVsZGLGo/s1600-h/coveredgiantcity_204529D94J21202_F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440076121790493282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/S38IaPZoMmI/AAAAAAAAATQ/eClgVsZGLGo/s320/coveredgiantcity_204529D94J21202_F.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Balenciaga&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh mãeee posso posso? Eu porto bem este semestre, prometo prometo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-4806421134414856862?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/4806421134414856862/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=4806421134414856862' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/4806421134414856862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/4806421134414856862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2010/02/balenciaga-oh-maeee-posso-posso-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/S38IaPZoMmI/AAAAAAAAATQ/eClgVsZGLGo/s72-c/coveredgiantcity_204529D94J21202_F.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-60636324533133036</id><published>2010-02-16T20:08:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:17:35.257Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PVKyeMQcUNY&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PVKyeMQcUNY&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ontem à noite foi a ante-estreia do filme The Wolfman para clientes yorn no cinema São Jorge. Depois de hora e meia de filme sai da sala com um único comentário na cabeça - ainda bem que os bilhetes foram dados e que nãp paguei 5 euros por isto. O filme simplesmente não merecia o dinheiro, caso o tivesse pago. O charmoso Anthony Hopkins encontrava-se igual a si mesmo, tornando um filme que eu classificaria por mauzinho em apenas mediano. Tirando isso, tudo no filme parecia torná-lo menos assustador do que seria suposto. O argumento e a realização deixavam a desejar, levando a que todos os acontecimentos fossem demasiado prevísiveis e tirando qualquer suspense do filme. Eu fiquei ligeiramente desiludida mas até foi uma noite bem passada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-60636324533133036?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/60636324533133036/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=60636324533133036' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/60636324533133036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/60636324533133036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2010/02/ontem-noite-foi-ante-estreia-do-filme.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-9119174707002690559</id><published>2010-02-12T18:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-12T19:49:43.690Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu pensava que era apenas um mito urbano, essa coisa dos homens terem medo de se compremeter e apenas se casarem para fazerem as mulheres felizes. Também é verdade que eu sou uma pessoa naturalmente naive e excessivamente romântica, mas mesmo assim, continuava a acreditar que haveria homens que se casariam com a  mulher que amam, se assim o entendem-se que os faria felizes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Até ouvir directamente da boca de um homem, que pelos vistos já tinha reunido a opinião de muitos outros : os homens não se querem casar, apenas o fazem para deixarem as mulheres felizes e satisfeitas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas o que é isto? Algum serviço de fast food, dá-se o que a cliente quer e ela fica satisfeita até talvez pedir o divórcio dali a uns anos?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bom, talvez a culpa fosse minha por acreditar demais nas pessoas, mas não será talvez um pouco estúpido casar por razões tão erradas e pouco sinceras? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E para que fique esclarecido, não estou a tentar globalizar todos os homens nem todas as mulheres na mesma situação e muito menos estou a dizer que todas as pessoas se deviam casar ou prometer uma vida a dois para sempre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No entanto, e para quem quer realmente casar, façam-no pelos motivos certos, e não me parece que este seja um deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-9119174707002690559?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/9119174707002690559/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=9119174707002690559' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/9119174707002690559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/9119174707002690559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2010/02/eu-pensava-que-era-apenas-um-mito.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-6317745003602018532</id><published>2010-02-08T17:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-08T17:52:30.776Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheguei à conclusão que nunca estamos satisfeitos. Agora que estou numas merecidas férias depois de tantos exames, quando estou estatelada no sofá em morte cerebral tenho sempre a sensação que deveria estar a estudar; mas depois penso duas vezes e não, estou mesmo sem nada para fazer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-6317745003602018532?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/6317745003602018532/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=6317745003602018532' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/6317745003602018532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/6317745003602018532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2010/02/cheguei-conclusao-que-nunca-estamos.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-334479377575078555</id><published>2010-01-26T23:37:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-01-27T00:05:05.464Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vai se a ver bem e eu até sou uma pessoa firme nas suas convicções, pelo menos assim o acredito. Não me chamo de inflexível como certas pessoas que conheço, que quando metem na cabeça que só vão almoçar às 12h33 só vão mesmo aos 33 e que nem vos passe pela cabeça dizer para irem almoçar 5 minutos depois; se for almoçar fora e o que me apetecer for mesmo uns bifinhos com cogumelos e o empregado me disser 'ah bifinhos não temos, mas há salmão'. E eu muito bem que cago nos bifinhos e vou para o salmão, desde de que seja comida. enfim acho que deu para entender a ideia, não sou uma pessoa inflexível mas sou sem duvida firme nas minhas decisões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No entanto, aprendi hoje que mesmo quando eu penso que sou totalmente firme nas minhas decisões, o meu namorado consegue prever quando é que vou ser uma coração de manteiga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mesmo depois de ter passado todo o dia de ontem a dizer que não e 'amanha não posso mesmo estar contigo tenho de bla bla'; e ele argumentava 'mas eu cozinho o almoço para ti'; e eu 'mas tenho exame na 6f e tenho de bla bla' ; e ele 'mas estudamos juntos' e eu continuei firme na minha decisão, ' boa noite e bla bla vemo nos na 4f '.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bom, desnecessário será dizer que de manha quando acordei, ele continuava a implorar pela minha companhia e enfim eu lá deixei a minha firmeza nas decisões de parte e lá fui almoçar com ele. Estavamos já muito bem no almoço e depois de uma chamada que ele atende de um colega de faculdade, disse-lhe: 'avisas- te-os que não ias para a faculdade hoje? foi um pouco em cima da hora espero que não tenham ficado pendurados por tua causa' ; ao que ele me respondeu com a maior das calmas: 'eu disse-lhes ontem à noite que hoje não ia para faculdade'; e eu com a minha maior cara de surpresa; ' mas porque? '; e ele; 'porque eu sabia que tu virias mais tarde ou mais cedo'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;talvez com esta eu aprenda a ser mais imprevisível, nada agradável quando o nosso namorado já sabe quando não lhe vamos resistir, perdemos logo o controle da situação :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-334479377575078555?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/334479377575078555/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=334479377575078555' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/334479377575078555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/334479377575078555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2010/01/vai-se-ver-bem-e-eu-ate-sou-uma-pessoa.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-5003814696024790606</id><published>2010-01-21T23:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-21T23:19:06.758Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a situação começa-se a revelar extremamente grave quando o almoço começa a ser pizza comida em frente ao computador enquanto se lêm os slides de circuitos eléctricos. preciso da minha vida social de volta -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-5003814696024790606?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/5003814696024790606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=5003814696024790606' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/5003814696024790606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/5003814696024790606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2010/01/situacao-comeca-se-revelar-extremamente.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-3493810210778137049</id><published>2010-01-16T19:16:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-16T19:25:51.517Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;até os mais soltos de coração, eventualmente apaixonam-se right? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;adoro a nova mala &lt;em&gt;Alexa&lt;/em&gt; da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mulberry.com/#/storefront/c5718/4304/category/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mulberry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, a forma como reune o clássico com o moderno, o uso diário com a elegância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427419336026731090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/S1IRIWL1slI/AAAAAAAAAS4/9Y5EUJNXjoU/s320/mulberry+alexa.png" /&gt;E estes sapatos da &lt;a href="http://www.surfacetoair.com/store/?pg=product&amp;amp;product_id=3594"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Surface to Air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; são igualmente perfeitos, a começar pela cor, vá se lá saber porque mas adoro cinzento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427419817793369490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/S1IRkY59NZI/AAAAAAAAATA/HvgLX0Z-HRQ/s320/shoes.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-3493810210778137049?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/3493810210778137049/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=3493810210778137049' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/3493810210778137049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/3493810210778137049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2010/01/ate-os-mais-soltos-de-coracao.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/S1IRIWL1slI/AAAAAAAAAS4/9Y5EUJNXjoU/s72-c/mulberry+alexa.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-6121844322149768495</id><published>2010-01-08T23:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-08T23:21:14.413Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tenho a carta de condução, finalmente. ando desde as duas da tarde(hora do exame) a pensar que não é verdade e que devo estar a sonhar :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-6121844322149768495?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/6121844322149768495/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=6121844322149768495' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/6121844322149768495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/6121844322149768495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2010/01/tenho-carta-de-conducao-finalmente.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-8207307851759313898</id><published>2010-01-08T00:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-08T00:26:46.963Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assim que o dia de hoje acabar, nem vou acreditar que é verdade. aproxima se um belo de um exame de condução e muito estudo para exames da faculdade. ohiee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-8207307851759313898?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/8207307851759313898/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=8207307851759313898' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/8207307851759313898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/8207307851759313898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2010/01/assim-que-o-dia-de-hoje-acabar-nem-vou.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-686404653722469260</id><published>2010-01-02T23:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:52:50.361Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;todos nós num momento ou noutro já nos apaixonamos por alguém inacessível, já sentimos na pele o que é ser invisível. quantas vezes não nos esforçamos por chamar a atenção dessa pessoa, por gritar (em silêncio) o seu nome e o nosso amor invisível por tantas horas seguidas. e muitas vezes, continuamos sem sermos vistos e perguntamo nos vezes sem conta como é que essa pessoa não consegue ver o que está mesmo à sua frente. como é que ele não vê que sou doida por ele? perguntas que ressonaram em tempos na cabeça de todos os que sabem do que estou a falar, certo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mas alguma vez pensaram no lado contrário do problema? como é que não somos capazes de ver o que está mesmo ali? de ver que o nosso vizinho, que o nosso melhor amigo está totalmente caido por nós? a minha questão é, como podemos ver um amor invisível? como podemos ver os sinais que estão mesmo debaixo do nosso nariz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eu acredito que todos nós num momento ou noutro já nos apaixonamos por alguém inacessível, eu acredito que todos nós já nos tornamos inacessíveis ao amor de alguém. eu acredito que somos constantemente os dois lados da mesma moeda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-7295247991956910706</id><published>2010-01-01T21:58:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-01-01T22:02:40.769Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/Sz5wyD7X8pI/AAAAAAAAASw/tiO_6M-0jFU/s1600-h/joss+stone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421895006750765714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/Sz5wyD7X8pI/AAAAAAAAASw/tiO_6M-0jFU/s320/joss+stone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Joss Stone - Coliseu dos Recreios 15Fev&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oohhh cockie, levas-meee pode ser, podeeee? eu porto-me bem sim?! :)&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/2583675097248115236-7295247991956910706?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/7295247991956910706/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=7295247991956910706' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/7295247991956910706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/7295247991956910706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2010/01/joss-stone-coliseu-dos-recreios-15fev.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/Sz5wyD7X8pI/AAAAAAAAASw/tiO_6M-0jFU/s72-c/joss+stone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-3807555770329722825</id><published>2009-12-29T22:16:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:29:22.915Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eu até sou uma pessoa bastante ingénua que acredita (quase) piamente naquilo que as (algumas) pessoas dizem, é por essa razão e talvez outras que eu sempre acreditei que a coisa devia ser dos diabos quando nos apaixonavamos pelo nosso melhor amigo. os casos que conhecia tinham sempre dado asneira, a relação que sempre tinha resultado durante anos como amigos, ficava reduzida a memórias antigas quando resolviam passar a namoro. aquele rapaz que sempre tinha ido aos saldos com ela, perdia a paciência de um momento para o outro; aquele rapaz que sempre tinha dado o ombro para chorar, parecia agora frio e distante...bla bla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pelo menos era o que as vitimas afirmavam, a pés juntos e terço na mão, que namorar com os melhores amigos era a pior escolha a fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hoje, vindo do nada, deixei de acreditar nisso olhando para a minha própria história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;um dia, apaixonei-me perdidamente pelo meu melhor amigo e ainda aqui estamos passados uns anos. namorar com o melhor amigo é então boa escolha? não faço ideia, mas comigo resultou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-3807555770329722825?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/3807555770329722825/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=3807555770329722825' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/3807555770329722825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/3807555770329722825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/12/eu-ate-sou-uma-pessoa-bastante-ingenua.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-2731385606423696414</id><published>2009-12-19T22:27:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-19T22:30:00.559Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a pessoa que inventou o iogurte com sabor a bolo de bolacha devia estar a alucinar no momento, e eu odeio essa pessoa do fundo do coraçao. nao so conseguiu estragar o meu amor por bolo de bolacha, assim como conseguiu aumentar o meu odio por iogurtes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-2731385606423696414?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/2731385606423696414/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=2731385606423696414' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/2731385606423696414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/2731385606423696414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/12/pessoa-que-inventou-o-iogurte-com-sabor.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-6929860902608242608</id><published>2009-12-06T16:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-06T16:28:38.557Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;para mim o Natal veio mais cedo, e depois de o meu belo sony ericsson cor de rosa ter morrido definitivamente, adoptei este novo bebe. Obrigado Pai Natal, e prometo que me vou continuar a portar muito bem e tirar boas notinhas na faculdade :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412160441326273810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SxvbPxyshRI/AAAAAAAAASo/Prxew5ulSig/s320/nokia+7100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nokia 7100&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-6929860902608242608?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/6929860902608242608/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-8463793650147566564</id><published>2009-12-03T23:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-03T23:20:12.627Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"prefiro ser um rato do que a cauda de um elefante"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ja' nao me recordo em que contexto 'e que esta frase surgiu algures numa conversa entre amigos, mas sei que nunca mais me saiu da cabeça. e ainda bem, 'e o meu novo lema de vida.&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/2583675097248115236-8463793650147566564?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/8463793650147566564/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=8463793650147566564' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/8463793650147566564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/8463793650147566564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/12/prefiro-ser-um-rato-do-que-cauda-de-um.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-3377138378762755349</id><published>2009-11-24T22:57:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-24T23:05:56.306Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SwxlP-pT2aI/AAAAAAAAASg/BJi0Hrwoiy0/s1600/rainha+do+natal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407808577753831842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SwxlP-pT2aI/AAAAAAAAASg/BJi0Hrwoiy0/s320/rainha+do+natal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SwxlIXUwnMI/AAAAAAAAASY/FcS475ozB5k/s1600/rainha+do+baile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407808446939569346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SwxlIXUwnMI/AAAAAAAAASY/FcS475ozB5k/s320/rainha+do+baile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/Swxk9PJmEYI/AAAAAAAAASQ/n5vXXUzgE1s/s1600/rainha+da+luta+livre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407808255766696322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/Swxk9PJmEYI/AAAAAAAAASQ/n5vXXUzgE1s/s320/rainha+da+luta+livre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;embora a inveja seja um pecado mortal, tenho de admitir que a miuda ate' que fica nos outdoors de lisboa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-3377138378762755349?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/3377138378762755349/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=3377138378762755349' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/3377138378762755349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/3377138378762755349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/11/embora-inveja-seja-um-pecado-mortal.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SwxlP-pT2aI/AAAAAAAAASg/BJi0Hrwoiy0/s72-c/rainha+do+natal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-7199242162380521264</id><published>2009-11-17T19:46:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:50:28.446Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;se ha' coisa que 'e deveras nojenta e irritante 'e quando certas pessoas começam a cortar as unhas/tirar os pelos do buço com pinça/usar fio dental nos dentes enquanto fazem a sua viagem dia'ria de metro/comboio (e juro que ja' vi as tres ocasioes diversas vezes). nao me venham ca' com merdisses que as pessoas nao tem tempo e bla bla, porque eu tambe'm precisava de 32h no meu dia e nao 'e por isso que levanto a pernoca no metro, pego no boiaozinho de cera portatil e começo ali mesmo o ritual de depilaçao. haja paciencia -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-7199242162380521264?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/7199242162380521264/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=7199242162380521264' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/7199242162380521264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/7199242162380521264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/11/se-ha-coisa-que-e-deveras-nojenta-e.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-1065715197704879384</id><published>2009-11-15T17:30:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-15T17:47:05.480Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ontem foi dia de compras. depois de ter sido totalmente chacinada no teste de calculo III e antes de ir ao cinema ver "the sugorrates" com o meu homem, dei um saltinho a' baixa. o objectivo era meramente comprar umas botas pretas que tem feito tanta falta no meu guarda-roupa dia'rio; mas ao final de umas voltinhas e totalmente apaixonada pela colecçao de inverno da zara, acabei por voltar sem botas e com um look de peças mais ou menos parecido com estes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SwA9w8MsrVI/AAAAAAAAASI/kqI6N3RYMwc/s1600-h/zara.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404387463846997330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SwA9w8MsrVI/AAAAAAAAASI/kqI6N3RYMwc/s320/zara.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SwA9iRqjO3I/AAAAAAAAASA/STEYcHo0BB0/s1600-h/zara+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404387211911314290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SwA9iRqjO3I/AAAAAAAAASA/STEYcHo0BB0/s320/zara+2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-1065715197704879384?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/1065715197704879384/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=1065715197704879384' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/1065715197704879384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/1065715197704879384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/11/ontem-foi-dia-de-compras.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SwA9w8MsrVI/AAAAAAAAASI/kqI6N3RYMwc/s72-c/zara.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-3313034124158154609</id><published>2009-11-08T21:55:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:55:58.463Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VflKiZzb4h4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VflKiZzb4h4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;os meus ouvidos adoram isto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-3313034124158154609?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/3313034124158154609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=3313034124158154609' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/3313034124158154609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/3313034124158154609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/11/os-meus-ouvidos-adoram-isto.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-1074470208453288874</id><published>2009-11-01T21:14:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:39:47.317Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/Su4AASEJyYI/AAAAAAAAAR4/cEuMOO1DhAs/s1600-h/Shia_Labeouf_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399253008113060226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/Su4AASEJyYI/AAAAAAAAAR4/cEuMOO1DhAs/s320/Shia_Labeouf_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/Su3_4JDdM3I/AAAAAAAAARw/BaJNL5MWtHM/s1600-h/shia.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399252868255265650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/Su3_4JDdM3I/AAAAAAAAARw/BaJNL5MWtHM/s320/shia.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Deus quer, a mulher sonha e a obra nasce :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-1074470208453288874?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/1074470208453288874/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=1074470208453288874' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/1074470208453288874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/1074470208453288874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/11/deus-quer-mulher-sonha-e-obra-nasce.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/Su4AASEJyYI/AAAAAAAAAR4/cEuMOO1DhAs/s72-c/Shia_Labeouf_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-6041070848937236709</id><published>2009-10-28T23:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-10-28T23:25:51.817Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eu sou daquelas pessoas que tem muita comichao quando as pessoas so' lhes interessa a minha companhia quando convem, mas ao menos fico a saber com quem posso contar na realidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-6041070848937236709?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/6041070848937236709/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=6041070848937236709' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/6041070848937236709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/6041070848937236709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/10/eu-sou-daquelas-pessoas-que-tem-muita.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-4970538751720159159</id><published>2009-10-23T10:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T10:47:29.041+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SuF7m7jaGyI/AAAAAAAAARg/w8fuSpcOBi8/s1600-h/saramago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395729737318013730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SuF7m7jaGyI/AAAAAAAAARg/w8fuSpcOBi8/s320/saramago.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;quanto ao assunto de Saramago (que por incrivel que pareça ainda nao tinha sido opinado por aqui) apenas tenho a comentar que isto ca' para mim, e' tudo um golpe de publicidade. o homem pode nao ter juizo nenhum, mas que se sabe vender sabe. e eu ca' por mim, vou-me fazer de maria vai com todas, e vou a correr comprar o livrito. depois de o ler, logo acrescento qualquer coisinha a esta escrita&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/2583675097248115236-4970538751720159159?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/4970538751720159159/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=4970538751720159159' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/4970538751720159159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/4970538751720159159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/10/quanto-ao-assunto-de-saramago-que-por.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SuF7m7jaGyI/AAAAAAAAARg/w8fuSpcOBi8/s72-c/saramago.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-5839774150902236036</id><published>2009-10-22T22:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:57:26.647+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;estou com sindrome de abstinencia. faz um mes que nao vou 'as compras e preciso tanto tanto :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-5839774150902236036?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/5839774150902236036/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=5839774150902236036' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/5839774150902236036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/5839774150902236036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/10/estou-com-sindrome-de-abstinencia.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-6078041832130328329</id><published>2009-10-17T22:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T23:02:30.142+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/Sto-mvxM_OI/AAAAAAAAARY/d_4f9kpsFT0/s1600-h/pink-floyd-converse-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393692339108379874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/Sto-mvxM_OI/AAAAAAAAARY/d_4f9kpsFT0/s400/pink-floyd-converse-r.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; all star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/Sto-cOPNEbI/AAAAAAAAARQ/GnBko6UfUvw/s1600-h/sapatos+loubotin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393692158308716978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/Sto-cOPNEbI/AAAAAAAAARQ/GnBko6UfUvw/s400/sapatos+loubotin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; loubotin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eu sei que não têm nada a ver, mas eu quero os dois na mesma sim sim?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-6078041832130328329?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/6078041832130328329/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=6078041832130328329' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/6078041832130328329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/6078041832130328329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-star-loubotin-eu-sei-que-nao-tem.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/Sto-mvxM_OI/AAAAAAAAARY/d_4f9kpsFT0/s72-c/pink-floyd-converse-r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-1445560094802909689</id><published>2009-10-14T23:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:38:02.563+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hoje, nao fui a uma aula de calculo III, que 'e sempre muito importante, para estar com o meu homem e valeu tanto a pena :) o resto das aulas nem as ouvi, estava com a cabeça na lua. o que o coraçao faz a aprendizagem de uma pessoa, se eu fizer o curso em mais anos, vou culpa lo a ele podem ter a certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-1445560094802909689?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/1445560094802909689/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=1445560094802909689' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/1445560094802909689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/1445560094802909689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/10/hoje-nao-fui-uma-aula-de-calculo-iii.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-8262076940872398206</id><published>2009-10-07T22:43:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T22:16:45.447+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;foi uma tarde terrivel. duas horas em pe', sem comer nem coisinha nenhuma, na fila para ter o passe sub 23 do metro. vai se a ver e o rapaz que estava atra's de mim começa a meter conversa, ciencias politicas e tal, alto, optimo perfume, muito educado e ali das zonas do saldanha; e no fim de tanta conversa de circunstancia de duas horas nos corredores do metro, o rapaz vira-se com um: estarias disposta a sair comigo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eu recusei delicamente e fiquei a pensar que ja nao se fazem rapazes como antigamente, daqueles que primeiro conhecem e depois perguntam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-8262076940872398206?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/8262076940872398206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=8262076940872398206' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/8262076940872398206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/8262076940872398206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/10/foi-uma-tarde-terrivel.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-6580233660541976101</id><published>2009-10-05T16:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T16:15:47.709+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;finalmente, a chuva, o vento e o fresquinho. ja tinha saudades tuas, tempo de inverno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-6580233660541976101?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/6580233660541976101/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=6580233660541976101' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/6580233660541976101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/6580233660541976101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/10/finalmente-chuva-o-vento-e-o-fresquinho.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-2498366710720760507</id><published>2009-09-28T11:27:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:42:40.742+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;observação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; sobre as eleições de ontem: os brincos da Judite Sousa e a barba do Rodrigo Guedes de Carvalho eram demasiado cómicos para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-2498366710720760507?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/2498366710720760507/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=2498366710720760507' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/2498366710720760507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/2498366710720760507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/09/uma-unica-observacao-sobre-as-eleicoes.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-9077323311651457143</id><published>2009-09-23T22:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:29:32.805+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hoje. 14h30 e 32º ao sol. centenas de trajados de capa traçada. relvado em frente da reitoria. confronto FCUL vs. ISCTE. o calor era muito, a dor nos p'es, a voz rouca... mas o "amor 'a capa" 'e sempre superior a tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-9077323311651457143?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/9077323311651457143/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=9077323311651457143' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/9077323311651457143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/9077323311651457143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/09/hoje.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-4366681773449108660</id><published>2009-09-19T21:12:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T21:22:20.917+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;depois de ter esta colecçao no meu guarda-roupa, posso morrer em paz e ir para o ceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SrU8XfI5QSI/AAAAAAAAARA/ahCH0BRr_Zc/s1600-h/98797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383275303784759586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SrU8XfI5QSI/AAAAAAAAARA/ahCH0BRr_Zc/s320/98797.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SrU8Ixhn4-I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ZEO17fjvCZc/s1600-h/00330m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383275051022279650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SrU8Ixhn4-I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ZEO17fjvCZc/s320/00330m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SrU8ITXKiPI/AAAAAAAAAQw/rX1uaT758Ws/s1600-h/00310m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383275042925349106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SrU8ITXKiPI/AAAAAAAAAQw/rX1uaT758Ws/s320/00310m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SrU8ILbgkWI/AAAAAAAAAQo/XDvJcgoX0WA/s1600-h/00270m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383275040796086626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SrU8ILbgkWI/AAAAAAAAAQo/XDvJcgoX0WA/s320/00270m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SrU8H35eNSI/AAAAAAAAAQg/H9hrMS0Y-Qk/s1600-h/00140m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383275035553051938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SrU8H35eNSI/AAAAAAAAAQg/H9hrMS0Y-Qk/s320/00140m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SrU73K6EHJI/AAAAAAAAAQY/HcEX-fS4pn4/s1600-h/00040m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383274748598033554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SrU73K6EHJI/AAAAAAAAAQY/HcEX-fS4pn4/s320/00040m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SrU7vI1KNeI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Iv1Qrx-oTpA/s1600-h/00060m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383274610601637346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SrU7vI1KNeI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Iv1Qrx-oTpA/s320/00060m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SrU7plQcvOI/AAAAAAAAAQI/0e1dUlT0H00/s1600-h/00010m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383274515153075426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SrU7plQcvOI/AAAAAAAAAQI/0e1dUlT0H00/s320/00010m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;alexander wang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-4366681773449108660?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/4366681773449108660/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=4366681773449108660' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/4366681773449108660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/4366681773449108660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/09/depois-de-ter-esta-coleccao-no-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SrU8XfI5QSI/AAAAAAAAARA/ahCH0BRr_Zc/s72-c/98797.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-6997779646896479425</id><published>2009-09-17T21:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T22:42:06.979+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SrKsh9n44wI/AAAAAAAAAQA/6SzV-w4zHSo/s1600-h/taylor-momsen-goes-grunge-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382554204138693378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SrKsh9n44wI/AAAAAAAAAQA/6SzV-w4zHSo/s320/taylor-momsen-goes-grunge-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SrKsR3BOApI/AAAAAAAAAP4/U3Ro9HTy-2Y/s1600-h/grunge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382553927487980178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SrKsR3BOApI/AAAAAAAAAP4/U3Ro9HTy-2Y/s320/grunge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SrKr9GPFu4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/Xsf4MiURXgY/s1600-h/27966pcn-momsen04-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382553570795436930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SrKr9GPFu4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/Xsf4MiURXgY/s320/27966pcn-momsen04-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the grunge of the 90's it's back and i just love it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-6997779646896479425?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/6997779646896479425/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=6997779646896479425' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/6997779646896479425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/6997779646896479425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-grunge-dos-anos-90-estas-de-volta-e.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SrKsh9n44wI/AAAAAAAAAQA/6SzV-w4zHSo/s72-c/taylor-momsen-goes-grunge-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-4176496166431670686</id><published>2009-09-13T14:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T14:43:48.918+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nao gosto daquela sensaçao de ainda me sentir caloira. apenas significa que este ano passou tao depressa que nem tempo tive de me despedir desse posto que agora nao meu, 'e daqueles que se seguem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(parabens a todos que entraram este ano)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-4176496166431670686?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/4176496166431670686/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=4176496166431670686' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/4176496166431670686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/4176496166431670686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/09/nao-gosto-daquela-sensacao-de-ainda-me.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-6761778595516064026</id><published>2009-09-10T22:26:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T14:35:58.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a's vezes tenho a sensaçao que ainda vivo nos anos 90. para mim quando alguem diz: ah esta musica 'e de 1999. eu respondo sempre: oh ate e' bastante recente, um dois anitos. e a pessoa diz-me: humm nao! tem 10 anos. e eu penso: oh fodass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e tomo consciencia como ainda vivo nos anos 90 quando a rua sesamo era o auge do meu dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-6761778595516064026?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/6761778595516064026/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=6761778595516064026' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/6761778595516064026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/6761778595516064026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/09/coisas-que-enfim.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-380500269865721160</id><published>2009-09-04T21:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:50:03.048+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SqF8hmYaX3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/qJ2vaokItwk/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377716346737549170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SqF8hmYaX3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/qJ2vaokItwk/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the big bang theory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eu admito que vejo o fogo de artificio com os dedos nos ouvidos, que odeio os crocs ate' a' morte e que tenho um fraquinho por rapazes assim :$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-380500269865721160?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/380500269865721160/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=380500269865721160' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/380500269865721160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/380500269865721160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/09/eu-admito-que-vejo-o-fogo-de-artificio.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SqF8hmYaX3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/qJ2vaokItwk/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-1483213014674121841</id><published>2009-08-20T00:09:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T00:23:31.523+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SoyIYvqUMlI/AAAAAAAAAPg/hKdmkSYqL2A/s1600-h/les-chansons-damour11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371818414238347858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SoyIYvqUMlI/AAAAAAAAAPg/hKdmkSYqL2A/s320/les-chansons-damour11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;les chansons d'amour - 2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;certo amigo meu, defende com unhas e dentes que nem sempre a traiçao 'e uma coisa ma' para a relaçao. defende ele que pelos vistos ja viveu os dois lados da historia, como traidor e traido; que muitas vezes "saltar a cerca" o salvou do eterno te'dio e monotonia que ele tanto abomina. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;afirma ele com toda a convicçao que a vida e' para viver e que nao se pode render 'as vontades das maiorias em que so' devemos amar e desejar uma pessoa. sera' isso possivel sequer? amar duas pessoas? nunca consegui responder-me a esta questao pois levanta em mim &lt;em&gt;mixed feelings&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no entanto, sei que por mim, prefiro viver a vida sem encornar ninguem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mas vai se a ver e isso sao manias minhas ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-1483213014674121841?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/1483213014674121841/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=1483213014674121841' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/1483213014674121841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/1483213014674121841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/08/les-chansons-damour-2007-certo-amigo.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SoyIYvqUMlI/AAAAAAAAAPg/hKdmkSYqL2A/s72-c/les-chansons-damour11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-5282525897027874583</id><published>2009-08-18T20:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T20:42:44.518+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;depois de passar o dia todo a arrumar os livros e roupa que cobriam metade da superficie do meu quarto, tomei um banho bem frio e comi uma taça de melancia. nunca uma coisa tao simples me deu tanto prazer de fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-5282525897027874583?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/5282525897027874583/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=5282525897027874583' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/5282525897027874583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/5282525897027874583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/08/depois-de-passar-o-dia-todo-arrumar-os.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-2709507379260525773</id><published>2009-08-17T23:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T20:43:32.362+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;meti na cabeça que vou aprender a desenhar. apetece-me aprender algo novo, e nao paro enquanto nao souber fazer algo mais jeitoso que bonecos de pauzinhos :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-2709507379260525773?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/2709507379260525773/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=2709507379260525773' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/2709507379260525773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/2709507379260525773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/08/meti-na-cabeca-que-vou-aprender.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-465349232610266567</id><published>2009-08-16T14:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T15:00:13.605+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hoje, mudei tudo de sitio no meu quarto. o que estava em baixo, pus na prateleira de cima. o que estava 'a direita, agora esta' a' esquerda. o que estava a um canto, agora esta' no canto oposto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;soube bem fazer mudanças (mesmo que ligeiras), ainda por cima dizem que ajuda a treinar a esperteza. nao queremos ca' pessoas podres e entorpecidas de pensamento nao 'e?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-465349232610266567?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/465349232610266567/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=465349232610266567' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/465349232610266567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/465349232610266567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/08/hoje-mudei-tudo-de-sitio-no-meu-quarto.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-921003215177988319</id><published>2009-08-15T01:09:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T01:45:42.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SoX9i20oVaI/AAAAAAAAAPY/xU6vpkzmAek/s1600-h/arts-review_public-enemies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369976905982825890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SoX9i20oVaI/AAAAAAAAAPY/xU6vpkzmAek/s320/arts-review_public-enemies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J7CgMh2lUGM"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jonhy - I'm Jonh Dillinger and i rob banks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Billie - Why did you tell me that? That's a serius thing to say to a girl you just met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jonhy - I know you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Billie - But i don't know you...i haven't be any place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jonhy - The places i've been...weren't a great thing. But where i'm going...it's a lot better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jonhy - Wanna come along with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Billie - Boy, you're in a hurry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jonhy - If you were looking at the same as i, you would be in a hurry too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Billie - They're looking at me and my three dollar dress&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Johny - It doesn't matter where you come from, but where are you going to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;public enemies - 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(incrivel como a unica fraqueza do homem mais procurado, era uma mulher)&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/2583675097248115236-921003215177988319?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/921003215177988319/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=921003215177988319' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/921003215177988319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/921003215177988319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/08/jonhy-im-jonh-dillinger-and-i-rob-banks.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SoX9i20oVaI/AAAAAAAAAPY/xU6vpkzmAek/s72-c/arts-review_public-enemies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-8168262529876554770</id><published>2009-08-13T23:16:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T23:42:50.688+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SoSWZs6eeyI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/m52cVl3LDcc/s1600-h/Picture+213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369582024029797154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SoSWZs6eeyI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/m52cVl3LDcc/s320/Picture+213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SoSVfu5zb9I/AAAAAAAAAPI/SDTbFshZ2XM/s1600-h/Picture+247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369581028131434450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SoSVfu5zb9I/AAAAAAAAAPI/SDTbFshZ2XM/s320/Picture+247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369579150839679954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SoSTydcki9I/AAAAAAAAAPA/c6qmcoEnbe8/s320/Picture+251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SoSSHhG0pmI/AAAAAAAAAO4/UwZrGM-pDBY/s1600-h/Copy+(2)+of+Picture+229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369577313576199778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SoSSHhG0pmI/AAAAAAAAAO4/UwZrGM-pDBY/s320/Copy+(2)+of+Picture+229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SoSRCNHc9KI/AAAAAAAAAOw/adYoO1Rm_FM/s1600-h/Picture+215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369576122799158434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SoSRCNHc9KI/AAAAAAAAAOw/adYoO1Rm_FM/s320/Picture+215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;viseu, obrigado. adorei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-8168262529876554770?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/8168262529876554770/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=8168262529876554770' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/8168262529876554770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/8168262529876554770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/08/viseu-obrigado.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SoSWZs6eeyI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/m52cVl3LDcc/s72-c/Picture+213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-2897999072905151584</id><published>2009-08-12T21:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:03:19.477+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tiaUlq4Dzc0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tiaUlq4Dzc0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e me vais abrigar, se em teu coraçao começar a chover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-2897999072905151584?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/2897999072905151584/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=2897999072905151584' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/2897999072905151584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/2897999072905151584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-6291011987843762234</id><published>2009-08-05T21:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T22:09:10.736+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/Snn06VHEZNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/VXHchTLzJyg/s1600-h/homem-x-mulher-450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366589713925039314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/Snn06VHEZNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/VXHchTLzJyg/s320/homem-x-mulher-450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O meu coraçao, como o de qualquer mulher, e' como um circo; tem sempre lugar para mais um palhaço.&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/2583675097248115236-6291011987843762234?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/6291011987843762234/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=6291011987843762234' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/6291011987843762234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/6291011987843762234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-meu-coracao-como-o-de-qualquer-mulher.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/Snn06VHEZNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/VXHchTLzJyg/s72-c/homem-x-mulher-450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-1137546628564461966</id><published>2009-08-02T22:09:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T00:37:13.348+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SnYBDNr3wHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/kMeVXa3t1aY/s1600-h/2004_eternal_sunshine_of_the_spotless_mind_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365477160783429746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SnYBDNr3wHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/kMeVXa3t1aY/s320/2004_eternal_sunshine_of_the_spotless_mind_005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;por vezes quero esquecer-te com todas as minhas forças, quero que sejas farrapos e leves nuvens dos tres anos que estivemos. mas depois, quero conhecer-te de novo sem me lembrar que te esqueci e repetir tudo de novo (vezes sem conta)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-1137546628564461966?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/1137546628564461966/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=1137546628564461966' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/1137546628564461966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/1137546628564461966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/08/por-vezes-quero-esquecer-te-com-todas.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SnYBDNr3wHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/kMeVXa3t1aY/s72-c/2004_eternal_sunshine_of_the_spotless_mind_005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-3551261240221782620</id><published>2009-07-25T00:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T00:38:53.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>fui mas volto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SmpFpFAFpXI/AAAAAAAAAOM/h-OJ1_r3ySM/s1600-h/carrapateira+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362174878357497202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SmpFpFAFpXI/AAAAAAAAAOM/h-OJ1_r3ySM/s320/carrapateira+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;estou a caminho da Carrapateira. uma bela mistura entre o zen e calor do alentejo, e as noites animadas e praias do algarve. vemo-nos daqui a uma semana com fotos que prometo trazer :)&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/2583675097248115236-3551261240221782620?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/3551261240221782620/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=3551261240221782620' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/3551261240221782620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/3551261240221782620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/07/fui-mas-volto.html' title='fui mas volto'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SmpFpFAFpXI/AAAAAAAAAOM/h-OJ1_r3ySM/s72-c/carrapateira+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-6918652203758028273</id><published>2009-07-21T21:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:29:47.455+01:00</updated><title type='text'>eagles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SmYk8LoAIVI/AAAAAAAAAN8/9e_YBA_jM0M/s1600-h/eagles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361013022762475858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SmYk8LoAIVI/AAAAAAAAAN8/9e_YBA_jM0M/s320/eagles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'e amanha, amanha e amanha :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. va' se la' saber porque, nao consigo por acentos no meu teclado&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-6918652203758028273?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/6918652203758028273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=6918652203758028273' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/6918652203758028273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/6918652203758028273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/07/eagles.html' title='eagles'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SmYk8LoAIVI/AAAAAAAAAN8/9e_YBA_jM0M/s72-c/eagles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-2854538507945652138</id><published>2009-07-15T22:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:34:15.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>while my guitar gently weeps</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q3ixBmDzylQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q3ixBmDzylQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tu 'es tal e qual esta musica. nao me sais da cabeça. nao sei o porque de gostar tanto, nao sei a letra, so o ritmo. nao me sais da cabeça. tocas e tocas vezes sem fim. nao me sais da cabeça&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-2854538507945652138?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/2854538507945652138/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=2854538507945652138' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/2854538507945652138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/2854538507945652138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/07/while-my-guitar-gently-weeps.html' title='while my guitar gently weeps'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-1556914114503402021</id><published>2009-07-12T22:04:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:17:25.447+01:00</updated><title type='text'>dia mau</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 373px; HEIGHT: 244px" height="244" width="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fUT8t2gbOmc&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fUT8t2gbOmc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Obrigado ao M. por ter pegado o vicio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-1556914114503402021?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/1556914114503402021/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=1556914114503402021' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/1556914114503402021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/1556914114503402021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/07/dia-mau.html' title='dia mau'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-7528674627480427165</id><published>2009-07-05T15:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T15:38:43.502+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tomei consciencia que me estou a tornar na minha mae, quando dou por mim a enxugar a manteiga da torrada com um guardanapo enquanto refilo que as moças do cafe nao sabem distinguir entre torrada com manteiga de torrada com POUCA manteiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(gosto de ti mae)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-7528674627480427165?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/7528674627480427165/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=7528674627480427165' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/7528674627480427165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/7528674627480427165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/07/tomei-consciencia-que-me-estou-tornar.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-6168235252796303108</id><published>2009-07-02T22:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T22:41:28.343+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e a porra dos exames que nunca mais acabam, quantos mais faço, mais aparecem para fazer. uma nota alta de manha, uma nega a tarde. isto e' mesmo para andar a brincar com o meu ego como se fosse uma montanha-russa. urrrr&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/2583675097248115236-6168235252796303108?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/6168235252796303108/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=6168235252796303108' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/6168235252796303108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/6168235252796303108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/07/quer-merda.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-2187807710187626338</id><published>2009-06-28T23:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:55:57.259+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ultimato</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Óh meus grandes panisgas, professores de anatomia, já não bastavam serem uma merda a ensinar, descriminarem-nos a força toda só porque o curso é novo e não é da vossa faculdade; e ainda demoram duas semanas a corrigir a porra dos exames que era quase só completar espacinhos. Toca masé a tirar o rabo da borda da piscina, a tirar a pata da mini e limpar a gordura dos caracóis da ponta dos dedos; que eu quero saber a porra da minha nota de preferência antes da segunda fase de exames!&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/2583675097248115236-2187807710187626338?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/2187807710187626338/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=2187807710187626338' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/2187807710187626338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/2187807710187626338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/06/ultimato.html' title='ultimato'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-1445455223126525635</id><published>2009-06-26T21:37:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:08:22.582+01:00</updated><title type='text'>nota mental secreta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SkU14vT9kmI/AAAAAAAAAN0/NtIIcDZq9Eo/s1600-h/clive-owen-smoke.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351742981088842338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SkU14vT9kmI/AAAAAAAAAN0/NtIIcDZq9Eo/s400/clive-owen-smoke.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SkU1kahdgXI/AAAAAAAAANs/FxXMhxl_N3k/s1600-h/clive-owen-smoke.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;um dia vou ter um flirt com um homem mais velho, o &lt;em&gt;mojo&lt;/em&gt; que alguns têm, tira qualquer uma do sério. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;quem dera a muitos de 20 anos, ter aquele charme e atitude. oh oh meus putos, aprendam aprendam, que eles não duram sempre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e juro juro, que vi aqui com estes meus olhinhos, um homem tal e qual o clive owen ali quem vai para o metro do campo grande. talvez com um ar mais português, mas era tal e qual sem tirar nem por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-1445455223126525635?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/1445455223126525635/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=1445455223126525635' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/1445455223126525635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/1445455223126525635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/06/conclusao-do-dia.html' title='nota mental secreta'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SkU14vT9kmI/AAAAAAAAAN0/NtIIcDZq9Eo/s72-c/clive-owen-smoke.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-3118379500636705606</id><published>2009-06-22T21:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T18:00:29.735+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sabedoria vs. caloria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a lógica, embora bastante assustadora, é até muito simples. ora quantos mais semestres vão passando, mais exames para fazer; mais exames para fazer, mais tempo fechadinha em quatro paredes da biblioteca; mais tempo na biblioteca, menos tempo livre; menos tempo livre, menos exercicio fisico; mais tempo ocupado a estudar, mais tempo ocupado a comer. Resultado? não estou a ganhar cultura na faculdade, estou a ganhar gramas bem grandes :O&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/2583675097248115236-3118379500636705606?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/3118379500636705606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=3118379500636705606' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/3118379500636705606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/3118379500636705606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/06/sabedoria-vs-grama.html' title='sabedoria vs. caloria'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-5203234639963716216</id><published>2009-06-18T23:10:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:20:44.922+01:00</updated><title type='text'>o narciso em pessoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eu sei que não sou nenhuma madre teresa de calcutá e que todos nós temos um pouco de narcisistas em nós. uma parte do que fazemos é em prol do nosso bem mas, espero eu, sem nunca prejudicar o bem dos outros. no entanto, há pessoas que irritam e dão comichão só porque existem. deixam-me mal disposta de tanto ego que trazem atrás, o ego que enche a sala até não caber mais ninguém. e pois claro, é normal que mais ninguém cabe, pois ninguém quer sentir-se usado por um narcisista. toda aquela atitude de como se os outros apenas existem-se para servir sua majestade. na verdade, talvez eu esteja a generalizar, apenas conheço um narcisista de momento mas garanto-vos que é dos profissionais. não brinca em serviço nunca. não sei como consegue respirar com tanta culpa em cima..ah pois, não deve sentir culpa nenhuma. aii que comichão. mas garanto-vos que ele comigo não faz farinha, ai não faz não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. muito mais calma agora :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-5203234639963716216?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/5203234639963716216/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=5203234639963716216' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/5203234639963716216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/5203234639963716216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-narciso-em-pessoa.html' title='o narciso em pessoa'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-8277445966678480210</id><published>2009-06-17T00:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T00:38:24.972+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you M.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pBAuyoLDNjI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pBAuyoLDNjI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(odeio quando ficas até tarde a trabalhar, fico com o coração aos pulos até chegares a casa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-8277445966678480210?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/8277445966678480210/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=8277445966678480210' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/8277445966678480210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/8277445966678480210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-miss-you-m.html' title='i miss you M.'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-1263346133784862957</id><published>2009-06-15T22:04:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:12:24.981+01:00</updated><title type='text'>os meus ouvidos estão felizes e coladinhos a isto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/Sja4LSRc6DI/AAAAAAAAANk/n6CpYXE9Cbo/s1600-h/ThebestofNickCave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347664111572150322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/Sja4LSRc6DI/AAAAAAAAANk/n6CpYXE9Cbo/s320/ThebestofNickCave.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu juro que teve mesmo que ser, ele estava a olhar para mim com um olharzinho de orfão da prateleira da fnac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quanto ao exame de anatomia foi hum...interessante! Correu-me melhor do que eu esperava, embora todos os meus colegas tenham dito que correu pessimamente. Não sei se sou eu que sou demasiado optimista ou ignorante da minha própria ignorância. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas vá, ao menos o ponto positivo foi que não foi preciso saber a bicondilo-trocleo-meniscartrose :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s. que fuck foi aquela chuva tropical que caiu em lisboa??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-1263346133784862957?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/1263346133784862957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=1263346133784862957' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/1263346133784862957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/1263346133784862957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/06/os-meus-ouvidos-estao-felizes-e.html' title='os meus ouvidos estão felizes e coladinhos a isto'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/Sja4LSRc6DI/AAAAAAAAANk/n6CpYXE9Cbo/s72-c/ThebestofNickCave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-5195424104245549893</id><published>2009-06-14T23:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T00:13:17.273+01:00</updated><title type='text'>gone wild</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SjWEAZOyQ3I/AAAAAAAAANU/m0fQddXv6fM/s1600-h/blair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347325274880099186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SjWEAZOyQ3I/AAAAAAAAANU/m0fQddXv6fM/s320/blair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eu sei que isto é um acto demasiado maléfico para ser revelado em público.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mas eu adoro provocá-lo só para o ver espevitado. adoro apoiar uma ideia ou opinião totalmente absurda de forma convicta, só para o ver totalmente do contra e a argumentar como se não houvesse amanhã. porque sei que ele adora ser do contra, e eu adoro vê-lo assim. fica com mais &lt;em&gt;mojo :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-5195424104245549893?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/5195424104245549893/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=5195424104245549893' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/5195424104245549893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/5195424104245549893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-mal-em-pessoa.html' title='gone wild'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SjWEAZOyQ3I/AAAAAAAAANU/m0fQddXv6fM/s72-c/blair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-3196905525837560624</id><published>2009-06-14T01:27:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T01:35:23.563+01:00</updated><title type='text'>anatomia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SjRFcTvzTOI/AAAAAAAAANM/IUm3RvuV19M/s1600-h/adriana-lima-supermodel-obsession-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346975010235043042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SjRFcTvzTOI/AAAAAAAAANM/IUm3RvuV19M/s320/adriana-lima-supermodel-obsession-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(o meu homem bem que me podia oferecer este conjuntinho sexy, podia podia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;são 1.32 AM e em pouco mais de 24h tenho exame de anatomia e até lá tenho de decorar a palavra bicondilo-trocleo-meniscartrose*. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bicondilo-trocleo-meniscartrose. bicondilo-trocleo-meniscartrose. bicondilo-trocleo-meniscartrose.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bicondilo-trocleo-meniscartrose. bicondilo-trocleo-meniscartrose. bicondilo-trocleo-meniscartrose. bicondilo-trocleo-meniscartrose. bicon... raios vou fazer cábulas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* palavra cara para joelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-3196905525837560624?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/3196905525837560624/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=3196905525837560624' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/3196905525837560624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/3196905525837560624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/06/anatomia.html' title='anatomia'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SjRFcTvzTOI/AAAAAAAAANM/IUm3RvuV19M/s72-c/adriana-lima-supermodel-obsession-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-1293804012502623485</id><published>2009-06-12T00:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T02:02:02.016+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SjGo6rjnX6I/AAAAAAAAAM8/SD626HqKcwU/s1600-h/11_gossip_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346239958743474082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SjGo6rjnX6I/AAAAAAAAAM8/SD626HqKcwU/s320/11_gossip_lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SjGXMfdddmI/AAAAAAAAAM0/HDyWE6gdUG0/s1600-h/cora%C3%A7%C3%B5es+azuis+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;escuta agora o calor deste quarto fechado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o calor da pouca luz. da tua mão entornada no meu peito. o calor lento dos teus lábios &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(tenho tantas tantas saudades)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-1293804012502623485?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/1293804012502623485/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=1293804012502623485' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/1293804012502623485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/1293804012502623485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-meu-corpo-e-o-sitio-onde-as-nossas.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SjGo6rjnX6I/AAAAAAAAAM8/SD626HqKcwU/s72-c/11_gossip_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-6936569688462217358</id><published>2009-06-11T02:40:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T02:51:03.743+01:00</updated><title type='text'>alfie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SjBietSNykI/AAAAAAAAAMs/DQ0Zs9lyFDQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345881037380373058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SjBietSNykI/AAAAAAAAAMs/DQ0Zs9lyFDQ/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SjBhHvF3uwI/AAAAAAAAAMk/l9DKdU-i95Q/s1600-h/alfie_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345879543216847618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SjBhHvF3uwI/AAAAAAAAAMk/l9DKdU-i95Q/s320/alfie_08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- What are you doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Spinning counterclockwise, each turn robs the planet of angular momentum, slowing it's spin the tiniest bit. Lengthening the night, pushing back the dawn. Giving me a little more time here with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. e oh my god que este homem é um pecado ai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-6936569688462217358?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/6936569688462217358/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=6936569688462217358' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/6936569688462217358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/6936569688462217358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/06/alfie.html' title='alfie'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SjBietSNykI/AAAAAAAAAMs/DQ0Zs9lyFDQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-2180447334572836464</id><published>2009-06-08T19:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:19:42.017+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/Si1VK0vfCmI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Yf8O5ACwP7E/s1600-h/elizabethtown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345021977203509858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/Si1VK0vfCmI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Yf8O5ACwP7E/s320/elizabethtown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I would only be fooling myself if I tried to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Believe there's room for someone else in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There ain't no way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm getting over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been trying to prove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause baby, i'm spoiled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By your touch, boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Joss stone)&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/2583675097248115236-2180447334572836464?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/2180447334572836464/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=2180447334572836464' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/2180447334572836464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/2180447334572836464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-i-would-only-be-fooling-myself-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/Si1VK0vfCmI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Yf8O5ACwP7E/s72-c/elizabethtown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-7211297921639158649</id><published>2009-05-22T23:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T23:38:52.137+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;gostava de me sentir melhor comigo mesma. gostava de não ser tão complexada com certas coisas. gostava de ser menos certinha e estar me a f*** para as consequências. gostava de dizer que não apenas e só porque não quero. gostava de não ser simpática para as pessoas que são más para mim. gostava de ser rebelde. gostava de ter uma relação mais pacifica com a minha irmã. gostava que a familia do meu namorado me recebesse como familia. gostava de sair mais. gostava de dançar mais sem parar num bom bar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-7211297921639158649?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/7211297921639158649/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=7211297921639158649' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/7211297921639158649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/7211297921639158649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/05/gostava-de-me-sentir-melhor-comigo.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-6719594753419775833</id><published>2009-05-19T22:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:03:41.791+01:00</updated><title type='text'>traçar das capas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;valeu a pena as dores nos pés, o frio e usar collants :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. só tenho pena de não ter ido à serenata de Lisboa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-6719594753419775833?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/6719594753419775833/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=6719594753419775833' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/6719594753419775833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/6719594753419775833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/05/tracar-das-capas.html' title='traçar das capas'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-38016081292713312</id><published>2009-05-16T22:10:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:39:55.385+01:00</updated><title type='text'>festival do mau gosto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/Sg8yLxvGU2I/AAAAAAAAAMU/G4hO-TlPWj0/s1600-h/eurovisao.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda me lembro quando tinha os meus modestos seis aninhos e como o auge de todo o ano se resumia (depois do Natal) à noite em que dava o festival da Canção. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para mim as músicas eram boas o suficiente para dançar em cima dos sofás, a emoção grande o suficiente para chorar sempre que Portugal perdia (chorei muito eu sei) e os vestidos glamorosos e eram adaptados às minhas barbies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora, quando vejo o festival da canção (sim, porque ainda sou parva o suficiente para não desistir de o fazer) a única coisa que faço é deitar as mãos à cabeça. As músicas são horriveis, as letras basicas o suficiente para se resumirem a "The malta girl's have more fun", os vestidos são um conjunto de mau gosto que só diz ai-que-sou-tão-barbie-e-tenho-as-pernas-todas-ao-léu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já não suporto este mau gosto musical, mas as pessoas não têm consciência? Tenho pena, era um espectáculo que fez a minha infância, e agora apenas desejo que &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;um dia o festival da canção vai ter boa música.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-38016081292713312?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/38016081292713312/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=38016081292713312' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/38016081292713312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/38016081292713312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/05/festival-do-mau-gosto.html' title='festival do mau gosto'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-8624743866192813423</id><published>2009-05-09T23:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T00:08:59.145+01:00</updated><title type='text'>survivre avec les loups</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SgYM6SSOGEI/AAAAAAAAAMM/E8Y7PXRRCCA/s1600-h/125715-1-survivre-avec-les-loups.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333965004147136578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SgYM6SSOGEI/AAAAAAAAAMM/E8Y7PXRRCCA/s320/125715-1-survivre-avec-les-loups.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SgYMTvX5ATI/AAAAAAAAAME/QJ-kyRPAlZg/s1600-h/125715-1-survivre-avec-les-loups.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vera Belmont (2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Este mundo em que vivemos não é mais que uma autêntica luta pela sobrevivência. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma fuga constante da boca do lobo, do monstro faminto que nos tenta manipular para obter o que lhe vai na vontade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Podemos continuar a fugir toda a vida dos lobos deste mundo, mas eu odeio fugir, por isso vou tentar apenas &lt;em&gt;survivre avec les loups&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. o filme é lindissimo&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/2583675097248115236-8624743866192813423?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/8624743866192813423/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=8624743866192813423' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/8624743866192813423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/8624743866192813423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/05/survivre-avec-les-loups.html' title='survivre avec les loups'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SgYM6SSOGEI/AAAAAAAAAMM/E8Y7PXRRCCA/s72-c/125715-1-survivre-avec-les-loups.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-4554120516402831087</id><published>2009-05-08T23:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:14:14.369+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje cedi às vontades didácticas do meu homem e aprendi a jogar cartas Magic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Agora que chego a casa e penso no assunto, posso apenas concluir que apesar de me estar a tornar naquele tipo de nerds que queria ao máximo evitar (embora seja impossível quando se namora com um nerd profissional), sou um nerd com talento, porque ganhei logo na primeira vez :)&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/2583675097248115236-4554120516402831087?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/4554120516402831087/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=4554120516402831087' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/4554120516402831087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/4554120516402831087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/05/hoje-cedi-as-vontades-didacticas-do-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-7404101721952967195</id><published>2009-05-04T23:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:16:14.253+01:00</updated><title type='text'>e eu que não sou nada lamechosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xbBvQt9a0rs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xbBvQt9a0rs&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu sei que eles nem se quer são reais, mas é de certeza o casamento mais esperado e importante dos últimos tempos :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sim, eu sou greys addicted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-7404101721952967195?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/7404101721952967195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=7404101721952967195' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/7404101721952967195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/7404101721952967195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-eu-que-nao-sou-nada-lamechosa.html' title='e eu que não sou nada lamechosa'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-2168258171879710914</id><published>2009-05-03T00:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:46:36.633+01:00</updated><title type='text'>e eu não sou uma pessoa dada a ódios</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Acho deplorável a insegurança que baila nos nossos bairros; a dúvida que nos faz evitar certos caminhos, que nos faz desistir de apanhar comboios sozinhos à noite. É simplesmente triste e revoltante, aquilo em que as nossas ruas se tornaram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A revolta que me enchia por dentro era insuportável, a pele gelava, os olhos ardiam de tristeza; tanto mundo perfeito nas estatisticas nos niveis de criminalidade da psp e tanta insegurança nas ruas, nas casas, nos carros, nos comboios; em todo o lado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Vi a noticia na SIC: "jovem esfaqueado à porta da escola secundária onde estudava encontra-se agora a ser operado no hospital".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E vai se a ver e a tal escola era a minha escola, onde eu tinha feito o secundário; e vai se a ver e o tal rapaz era provavelmente um amigo do meu namorado que eu conhecia perfeitamente que se soube estar no hospital a ser operado a um pulmão perfurado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E tu porque? tráfico de droga? gangs? não, ele era um optimo rapaz, simplesmente foi assaltado para lhe roubarem o telemóvel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há por ai muita gente neste pais, que devia era ter vergonha na cara e enoja-me o facto de saber que dormem na mesma na perfeição das suas camas sem um minimo sentido de culpa. Que nojo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. as melhoras ao R.M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-2168258171879710914?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/2168258171879710914/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=2168258171879710914' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/2168258171879710914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/2168258171879710914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-eu-nao-sou-uma-pessoa-dada-odios.html' title='e eu não sou uma pessoa dada a ódios'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-8661541209157497433</id><published>2009-04-27T22:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:01:03.990+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the happiest day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje perdi a paciência, explodi (puff), com uma pessoa que me anda a irritar faz agora muito tempo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E sabem que mais? Soube tão bem! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-8661541209157497433?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/8661541209157497433/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=8661541209157497433' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/8661541209157497433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/8661541209157497433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/04/happiest-day.html' title='the happiest day'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-6920790655784827840</id><published>2009-04-26T00:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T01:21:19.429+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Relações amorosas humanas vs caninas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque afinal de contas, a minha cadela é uma "mulher" activa na relação e confiante e não espera que o "homem da casa" avance, ela quando "o" quer simplesmente anda todo o santo dia a correr atrás dele e a lamber-lhe o focinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ele rosna um bocadinho como quem diz (que foi mulher?) ela gane um bocadinho, sentada e com a cauda a bater no chão como quem diz (vá lá tu não me resistes) e acabam sempre da mesma forma, às lambidelas no focinho um do outro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quem me dera que as nossas relações fossem assim tão simples, que as pessoas não gostassem de complicar com seduções exageradas, ciumes irracionais e traições desvastadoras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se ao menos uma lambidela no nariz resolvesse todos os corações partidos do mundo, haveria amor verdadeiro e simples.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-6920790655784827840?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/6920790655784827840/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=6920790655784827840' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/6920790655784827840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/6920790655784827840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/04/relacoes-amorosas-humanas-vs-caninas.html' title='Relações amorosas humanas vs caninas'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-7293333215525836023</id><published>2009-04-25T11:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T12:00:24.782+01:00</updated><title type='text'>quero ir a Iona</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Simplesmente adoro vaguear pelas avenidas de lisboa, cima baixo, baixo cima, com isto nos ouvidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UqarYAokQ1M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UqarYAokQ1M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The waterboys-peace of iona&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/2583675097248115236-7293333215525836023?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/7293333215525836023/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=7293333215525836023' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/7293333215525836023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/7293333215525836023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/04/quero-ir-iona.html' title='quero ir a Iona'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-8983445769493743207</id><published>2009-04-14T17:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:42:06.438+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Us  - Peter Gabriel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SeS8M1wCe-I/AAAAAAAAAL8/yLnz9nmT3IU/s1600-h/peter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324587588231789538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SeS8M1wCe-I/AAAAAAAAAL8/yLnz9nmT3IU/s200/peter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entre os melhores albuns do melhor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu quero eu quero eu quero :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. ainda falta para o natal eu sei, mas se alguma alma caridosa quiser dar, eu não digo que não&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/2583675097248115236-8983445769493743207?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/8983445769493743207/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=8983445769493743207' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/8983445769493743207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/8983445769493743207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/04/us-peter-gabriel.html' title='Us  - Peter Gabriel'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SeS8M1wCe-I/AAAAAAAAAL8/yLnz9nmT3IU/s72-c/peter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-4276729065800836368</id><published>2009-04-12T00:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T01:04:57.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Catwomen</title><content type='html'>Eu tenho de ser sincera, já me chamaram muita coisa nesta vida de 19 aninhos. Vai do insulto mais feminino, ao elogio mais carinhoso, da asneirada mais convicta ao elogio mais sincero; mas no outro dia, certa pessoa e colega de faculdade fez-me o favor de ser original (finalmente uma alma caridosa original) e chamou-me algo de completamente inovador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E vai se a ver, certo dia, o M. não tem mais nada, a meio de uma sessão de estudo na biblioteca da faculdade, vira-se e diz com um ar triufante:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Minha querida A. tu és tal e qual como um gatinho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não vai aqui a A. de fazer um enorme ar de espanto/intriga e pensar "que raio vai sair da boca deste" e respondi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Porque?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o meu querido M. diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- És como um gatinho de estimação, está aqui o pessoal todo desanimado a estudar electromagnetismo, o ar carrancudo que pesa nas nossas cabeças exaustas e basta dizermos a minima piada (muitas vezes sem piada alguma) para tu te desatares a rir com tanta boa disposição e alegria que animas toda a gente. Lá está,&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; és como um gatinho de estimação&lt;/span&gt; que nos anima o dia, só por ficar todo feliz quando lhe fazemos uma simples festa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ora bem, isto passou-se à cerca de duas semanas, e ainda agora estou a tentar perceber se isto foi um elogio ou nem por isso? Há com cada coisa às vezes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-4276729065800836368?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/4276729065800836368/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=4276729065800836368' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/4276729065800836368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/4276729065800836368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/04/catwomen.html' title='Catwomen'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-3132766107481804034</id><published>2009-04-10T22:40:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:30:41.615+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amnésia geral</title><content type='html'>Nunca compreendi esta minha &lt;strong&gt;incapacidade em esquecer alguém&lt;/strong&gt;. Faço questão de me relembrar a mim própria as pessoas que passaram pela minha vida, os amigos que simplesmente foram cortando os fios da conversa, os namorados que simplesmente deixaram de ser namorados; ou os simples conhecidos com quem um dia troquei uma mão cheia (ou vazia) de conversa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até poderia parecer uma optima característica. Que bom não me esquecer do significado que as pessoas têm, nao é?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não, é horrível, e aprendi isso faz agora pouco tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro porque esta incapacidade não se aplica apenas às pessoas que marcam positivamente, mas também aquelas que deviam estar enterradas e supultadas e que nem de visitar a campa delas eu me devia lembrar.&lt;br /&gt;Mas lembro, intercalando as memórias dolorosas com um choro silencioso que não acorda a noite mais sossegada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo isto poderia resultar.&lt;br /&gt;Se não fosse o segundo facto. Que ao menos até as pessoas dignas de boas recordações, me pudessem relembrar com a mesma dedicação e carinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não, todo o mundo sofre de uma &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;amnésia geral&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh porque me pouparam?&lt;br /&gt;Também quero esquecer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-3132766107481804034?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/3132766107481804034/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=3132766107481804034' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/3132766107481804034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/3132766107481804034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/04/amnesia-geral.html' title='Amnésia geral'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-1584861750416799686</id><published>2009-04-07T22:58:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:03:40.954+01:00</updated><title type='text'>silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não quero ser dramática nem nada, mas acho que estás a largar cada vez mais, mas bem devagarinho, a tua mão da minha (e isso é de entrar em pânico silencioso)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p.s. ontem fiz 19...hum a seguir aos 19, são 20 e depois os 30 -.- oh god&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-1584861750416799686?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/1584861750416799686/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=1584861750416799686' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/1584861750416799686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/1584861750416799686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/04/silence.html' title='silence'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-1502957741592213278</id><published>2009-03-21T20:35:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-21T20:42:41.673Z</updated><title type='text'>the matrix</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/ScVQ5uGm_GI/AAAAAAAAAL0/KTck88n6__M/s1600-h/matrix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315743887739255906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/ScVQ5uGm_GI/AAAAAAAAAL0/KTck88n6__M/s200/matrix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dos poucos filmes que sempre que o vejo penso: "que espectáculo de filme" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. aii neo se quisesses casar comigo hoje mesmo, era já já :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-1502957741592213278?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/ScVQ5uGm_GI/AAAAAAAAAL0/KTck88n6__M/s72-c/matrix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-3076860865797573201</id><published>2009-03-11T21:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:25:51.054Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posso te conhecer outra vez? até sermos de novo o que somos agora?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;p.s. amo-te tanto&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/2583675097248115236-3076860865797573201?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/3076860865797573201/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=3076860865797573201' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/3076860865797573201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/3076860865797573201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/03/posso-te-conhecer-de-outra-vez-e-outra.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-4657558797617407398</id><published>2009-03-04T23:01:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:24:33.087Z</updated><title type='text'>comunicado de extrema importância</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ai querido nadador salvador das piscinas do estádio universitário do turno da manhã, se me pedisses em casamento, era já amanhã na praia com pombinhas brancas! juro juro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(suspiro idiota)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s. o homem da lado errado do coração que não fique preocupado :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-4657558797617407398?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/4657558797617407398/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=4657558797617407398' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/4657558797617407398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/4657558797617407398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/03/comunicado-de-extrema-importancia.html' title='comunicado de extrema importância'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-9166804454226823858</id><published>2009-02-25T22:46:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:57:47.580Z</updated><title type='text'>ontem, carnaval</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A avaliar pela afluência de mascarados às ruas ontem durante o dia, começo a concluir que devo fazer parte do 0,00001% da população portuguesa que não suporta o Carnaval. Odeio, não gosto mesmo. Raparigas meio nuas (em pleno Inverno) a abanar a celulite, carros alegóricos cheios de mau gosto e estupidez, e criancinhas mascaradas de princesas ou zorro (não há mais hipóteses). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E posso estar a ser má, cruel e fria; mas o Carnaval suck's -.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-9166804454226823858?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/9166804454226823858/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=9166804454226823858' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/9166804454226823858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/9166804454226823858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/02/avaliar-pela-afluencia-de-mascarados-as.html' title='ontem, carnaval'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-5977938363251295262</id><published>2009-02-19T16:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-19T16:42:31.894Z</updated><title type='text'>a simpatia conduz autocarros</title><content type='html'>Eu simplesmente acho deplorável a forma como os senhores condutores (super bem formados e educados e nada acéfalos) da carris tratam os passageiros.&lt;br /&gt;Pois claro então faz todo o sentido que ao ver uma senhora idosa a dirigir-se para a paragem de autocarros, onde o autocarro já se encontrava parado enquanto várias pessoas entravam, que assim que a senhora consegue chegar ao autocarro visivelmente aflita das pernas de andar tão de depressa, o senhor dito cujo muito bem educado, toca de fechar a porta na cara da senhora e arrancar a fundo.&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, poucas ruas mais abaixo, já o mesmo referido autocarro estava a arrancar de uma paragem, quando ao longe se vê um &lt;em&gt;porta-aviões&lt;/em&gt; daqueles bem loiros, e o que vai o senhor da carris fazer? Continuar a sua marcha normalmente depois de já estar bem longe da paragem? Não, toca de parar o autocarro, formar fila de carros barulhentos e refilões atrás, pois não fosse a querida &lt;em&gt;porta-aviões&lt;/em&gt; querer entrar no referido autocarro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E anda uma pessoa a pagar o ordenado de pessoas tão mal feitas como esta, dedinho do meio para o senhor da carris -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s. em lado algum neste blog se tem algo contra senhores da carris em geral, mas apenas contra aqueles sem consideração pelas pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-5977938363251295262?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/5977938363251295262/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=5977938363251295262' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/5977938363251295262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/5977938363251295262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/02/simpatia-conduz-autocarros.html' title='a simpatia conduz autocarros'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-3396226028243166764</id><published>2009-02-14T23:18:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-15T01:46:09.516Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh god porque é que nunca ninguem me disse que os amores mais inesquecíveis e verdadeiros são aqueles entre pessoas totalmente incompatíveis?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;é que a mim cheira-me que isso só torna tudo muito mais doloroso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-3396226028243166764?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/3396226028243166764/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=3396226028243166764' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/3396226028243166764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/3396226028243166764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-god-porque-e-que-nunca-ninguem-me.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-6907601051998414200</id><published>2009-02-13T22:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:07:06.148Z</updated><title type='text'>facto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu sou provavelmente a pessoa mais mariquinhas para conduzir que existe -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fujo a aulas de condução como quem foge às seringas aos 10 anos. Mas agora é que é, aulas em força para acabar logo com isto :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;coragem coragem&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/2583675097248115236-6907601051998414200?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/6907601051998414200/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=6907601051998414200' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/6907601051998414200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/6907601051998414200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/02/facto.html' title='facto'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-4614834287166745277</id><published>2009-02-11T22:26:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:58:18.333Z</updated><title type='text'>7ª art</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Alice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SZNRJG3URdI/AAAAAAAAALs/tsDWd-bA6Pw/s1600-h/alice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301670403248506322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SZNRJG3URdI/AAAAAAAAALs/tsDWd-bA6Pw/s200/alice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Um filme de: Marco Martins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com Nuno Lopes e Beatriz Betarda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(2005)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Fazem 193 dias que Alice desapareceu. Mário, seu pai, faz todos os dias o mesmo trajecto que fez no dia em que a filha desapareceu. Monta várias câmaras de vigilância pela cidade de Lisboa, monitorizando estações de comboio, aeroporto e as principais artérias da cidade. Procurando incansavelmente um consolo, uma ajuda ou um sinal divino, naquela multidão anónima."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marco Martins dá a &lt;em&gt;Alice&lt;/em&gt; uma melancolia quase imperceptível que nos aperta o coração do início ao fim, o desenrole da acção é practicamente nulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, o que confere uma beleza incrível a todas as cenas. Mantêm o espectador com o mesmo desespero e angustia que Mário e Luísa, e a terrível questão: onde está Alice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuno Lopes (Mário) dá vida ao filme, todo o desespero do desaparecimento da filha vê-se claramente nos olhos de Nuno, toda a angústia de ver a mulher, Beatriz Betarda, afundar-se com anti depressivos é retratada no silêncio quase permanente da personagem de Nuno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fundo, uma palavra só: Magnifico!&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/2583675097248115236-4614834287166745277?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/4614834287166745277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=4614834287166745277' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/4614834287166745277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/4614834287166745277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/02/7-art.html' title='7ª art'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SZNRJG3URdI/AAAAAAAAALs/tsDWd-bA6Pw/s72-c/alice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-5670547159957351194</id><published>2009-02-09T23:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:43:21.872Z</updated><title type='text'>queen live at wembley 86</title><content type='html'>E no cantinho da sala, por detrás do sofá, encontrei um caixote cheio de reliquias muito valiosas. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So i'm having an affair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u8-rH2ilkxk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u8-rH2ilkxk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. havia também muito peter gabriel, phill collins, pink floyd, michael bolton.. enfim toda a juventude de minha mãe numa caixa que eu até que agradeço bastante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-5670547159957351194?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/5670547159957351194/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=5670547159957351194' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/5670547159957351194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/5670547159957351194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/02/queen-live-at-wembley-86.html' title='queen live at wembley 86'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-324615069095578115</id><published>2009-02-01T22:53:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:52:57.535Z</updated><title type='text'>7ªart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. O estranho caso de Benjamin Button&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SYYoctk9EtI/AAAAAAAAALk/Oh3vKZoZvlg/s1600-h/20081224-034649-pic-210628898_r350x200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297966485384008402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SYYoctk9EtI/AAAAAAAAALk/Oh3vKZoZvlg/s200/20081224-034649-pic-210628898_r350x200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SYYoXKlbH7I/AAAAAAAAALc/C5iuxY-tbBY/s1600-h/20081224-034649-pic-210628898_r350x200.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;daisy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; would you still love me when i have wrinkles?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;benjamin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (smiles) would you still love when i have acne and wet the bed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;filme do ano e provavelmente um dos filmes da minha vida. divinal!&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/2583675097248115236-324615069095578115?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/324615069095578115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=324615069095578115' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/324615069095578115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/324615069095578115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/02/amor-perfeito.html' title='7ªart'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SYYoctk9EtI/AAAAAAAAALk/Oh3vKZoZvlg/s72-c/20081224-034649-pic-210628898_r350x200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-2609133328970439078</id><published>2009-01-31T20:39:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-31T20:44:41.006Z</updated><title type='text'>eu vou</title><content type='html'>...passar a cálculo. e a mecânica. eu vou passar a cálculo. eu vou passar a todas as cadeiras. já passei a algebra. e as notas de biologia nunca mais saem. devo ter passado a biologia. não sei com quanto. mas devo ter passado. ou talvez não. mas eu vou passar a cálculo. e a mecânica. e a biologia. e estou ansiosa para saber as notas de biologia. agora estou mais convencida que não passei. mas mesmo assim &lt;em&gt;vou passar a cálculo&lt;/em&gt;. ou se calhar não. pode correr mal. mas passo a mecânica de certeza. mas e se tiver uma branca? posso não passar a mecânica. mas vou passar a cálculo. &lt;em&gt;eu vou passar a cálculo&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eu vou passar a cálculo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;eu vou passar a cálculo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-2609133328970439078?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/2609133328970439078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=2609133328970439078' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/2609133328970439078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/2609133328970439078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/01/eu-vou.html' title='eu vou'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-8026550349030033117</id><published>2009-01-30T00:00:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-01-30T00:14:52.682Z</updated><title type='text'>frase da noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SYJFJE3DiMI/AAAAAAAAALE/X5-xBeuIErI/s1600-h/math.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296872133966923970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SYJFJE3DiMI/AAAAAAAAALE/X5-xBeuIErI/s200/math.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;se dissesse que a variação dos teus lucros é correspondente a um grão de confiança de 95%, que depois tens de aplicar a uma gaussiana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ai sim estaria afectado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nem imaginas o quanto essa frase dita soa a nerd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;estás a ficar nerd querido B., por muito que fujas, a nerdisse apanha-te&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://eskiimo-kiss.deviantart.com/art/maths-86375776"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;imagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-8026550349030033117?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/8026550349030033117/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=8026550349030033117' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/8026550349030033117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/8026550349030033117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/01/frase-da-noite.html' title='frase da noite'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SYJFJE3DiMI/AAAAAAAAALE/X5-xBeuIErI/s72-c/math.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-3251041090779971923</id><published>2009-01-28T18:00:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-28T18:03:26.932Z</updated><title type='text'>tempo perdido do ano...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SYCdpNWImMI/AAAAAAAAAK8/-hDz66g5nF8/s1600-h/integrais.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296406493070399682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SYCdpNWImMI/AAAAAAAAAK8/-hDz66g5nF8/s200/integrais.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;horas a estudar cálculo diferencial e integral&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;é verdade... tive &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5.6 no exame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(e sim a escala é em 20)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(e por favor, não gozem)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(preciso de uma boa dose de choccapic para me passar a neura)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-3251041090779971923?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/3251041090779971923/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=3251041090779971923' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/3251041090779971923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/3251041090779971923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/01/tempo-perdido-do-ano.html' title='tempo perdido do ano...'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SYCdpNWImMI/AAAAAAAAAK8/-hDz66g5nF8/s72-c/integrais.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-4041752730883336935</id><published>2009-01-27T16:20:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-27T16:34:43.217Z</updated><title type='text'>síndrome da terça feira</title><content type='html'>Preciso de escrever aqui, nem sei bem o que mas preciso tanto de escrever.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se isto são resultados do cansaço excessivo ou de muitos neurónios fritos a estudar cálculo, mas cada vez se torna mais dificil viver comigo própria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho mesmo de mudar alguns aspectos, ok começar a comer melhor e a fazer mais exercicio fisico seria sem duvida uma boa proposta, mas deixar de ser tão possessiva também.&lt;br /&gt;Se algum dia eu vos pedir em namoro, epa sejam inteligentes e não aceitem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sou boa namorada nem para o rapaz mais masoquista à face da terra, ligo-me demasiado às pessoas e torno-me bastante controladora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pareço uma &lt;em&gt;sanguessuga&lt;/em&gt;, tudo o que é energia vital da dita cuja pessoa, eu consigo sugá-la. E a ser chata sou do melhor, nem voces imaginam como.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seja como for, se me virem na rua, fujam a sete pés.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-4041752730883336935?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/4041752730883336935/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=4041752730883336935' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/4041752730883336935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/4041752730883336935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/01/sindrome-da-terca-feira.html' title='síndrome da terça feira'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-612741314838755024</id><published>2009-01-26T18:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-26T18:36:48.855Z</updated><title type='text'>não sei porque..</title><content type='html'>mas esta música faz milagres em mim, espero que também faça em vocês..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink floyd - pigs (three different ones)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0MzB-ThDegY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0MzB-ThDegY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-612741314838755024?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/612741314838755024/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=612741314838755024' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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style="font-size:78%;"&gt;estou com uma vontade imensa de mandar uma mensagem ao meu ex-namorado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(não faço a minima porque)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-5664046467184836947?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/5664046467184836947/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=5664046467184836947' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/5664046467184836947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/5664046467184836947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/01/clculo-vai-muito-bem-obrigado-tirando.html' title='cálculo vai muito bem, obrigado (tirando a parte de ir chumbar)'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-7473705750936834988</id><published>2009-01-14T21:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:37:42.663Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SW5pFw4pFyI/AAAAAAAAAKc/0TFigE6QxAc/s1600-h/alex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291282159949649698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SW5pFw4pFyI/AAAAAAAAAKc/0TFigE6QxAc/s200/alex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preciso tanto mas tanto de qualquer coisa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mas não faço a minima ideia do que é, mas algo me falta na vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;imagem: &lt;a href="http://darkalle.deviantart.com/art/Perdida-53535710"&gt;http://darkalle.deviantart.com/art/Perdida-53535710&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-7473705750936834988?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/7473705750936834988/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=7473705750936834988' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/7473705750936834988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/7473705750936834988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/01/preciso-tanto-mas-tanto-de-qualquer.html' title=''/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SW5pFw4pFyI/AAAAAAAAAKc/0TFigE6QxAc/s72-c/alex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-4802044963495010892</id><published>2009-01-13T20:46:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:52:25.311Z</updated><title type='text'>love isn't blind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SWz92Xynd5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/zKhuNVLogt8/s1600-h/love_is_blind_by_Vulpecula78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290882772794570642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SWz92Xynd5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/zKhuNVLogt8/s200/love_is_blind_by_Vulpecula78.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;is retarded!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(és parvo em pensar que não te quero)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;imagem:&lt;a href="http://vulpecula78.deviantart.com/art/love-is-blind-38634286"&gt;http://vulpecula78.deviantart.com/art/love-is-blind-38634286&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-4802044963495010892?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/4802044963495010892/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=4802044963495010892' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/4802044963495010892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/4802044963495010892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/01/love-isnt-blind.html' title='love isn&apos;t blind...'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SWz92Xynd5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/zKhuNVLogt8/s72-c/love_is_blind_by_Vulpecula78.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-8215352966008152206</id><published>2009-01-11T23:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:19:02.551Z</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>bem e como amanhã tenho exame de algebra e como vai ser uma grande dor de cabeça... depois vou aos saldos (meus queridos saldos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;e pronto adoro esta vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s. preciso de arranjar uma prenda pro meu namorado, ainda agora me livrei do natal e o rapaz lembra-se de fazer anos logo em janeio, que raios -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-8215352966008152206?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/8215352966008152206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=8215352966008152206' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/8215352966008152206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/8215352966008152206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-718639539742446170</id><published>2009-01-04T00:18:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:30:33.273Z</updated><title type='text'>(im)possibilidade da matemática do amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SWABqpYdEcI/AAAAAAAAAKM/XSxTH5GyJ4Q/s1600-h/Uma_Impossibilidade_Matematica_by_jandewitt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287227794707517890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SWABqpYdEcI/AAAAAAAAAKM/XSxTH5GyJ4Q/s200/Uma_Impossibilidade_Matematica_by_jandewitt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;obs. 1: talvez o amor seja mais matemática pura que a própria matemática. pode ser 1+1 ou até 1+ e muitos, podemos integrar na cama ou até noutro sitio qualquer, derivar a relação e tudo acaba mal, o intervalo o amor é sem duvida entre o 0 e o infinito,e a sua raiz deve ser na amizade. talvez...devesse aprender a calcular&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(colorário: percebi numa tarde a integrar por substituição, sou uma mulher realizada :) )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;imagem: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jandewitt.deviantart.com/art/Uma-Impossibilidade-Matematica-89003209"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://jandewitt.deviantart.com/art/Uma-Impossibilidade-Matematica-89003209&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-718639539742446170?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/718639539742446170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=718639539742446170' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/718639539742446170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/718639539742446170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2009/01/impossibilidade-da-matemtica-do-amor.html' title='(im)possibilidade da matemática do amor'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8oU2QfKobWI/SWABqpYdEcI/AAAAAAAAAKM/XSxTH5GyJ4Q/s72-c/Uma_Impossibilidade_Matematica_by_jandewitt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-3252779696577703643</id><published>2008-11-15T20:39:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-15T20:46:52.424Z</updated><title type='text'>. urg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se há coisa que me irrita é a bibliotecária da faculdade, é o facto de um pão simples com manteiga ser 1,10 e um bolo ser 0,60 (e ainda querem que o pessoal andem para ai saudável e rico ao mesmo tempo, o que é sem dúvida um paradoxo!!) e que as botas que quero terem desaparecido misteriosamente do mapa da zara enquanto eu juntava dinheirinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E como se não bastasse, enquanto fazia o teste de mecânica para o qual estudei para caraças, me  ter apercebido que na faculdade o unico sentimento que me invade quando olho para os livros, é de muita burrice -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por esses motivos e muitos outros, tem sido uma &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;semana dos diabos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-3252779696577703643?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/3252779696577703643/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=3252779696577703643' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/3252779696577703643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/3252779696577703643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2008/11/urg.html' title='. urg'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-2477184550748193375</id><published>2008-10-27T19:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:59:47.536Z</updated><title type='text'>...()</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tenho saudades de gastar tempo contigo. De ser extravagante, de ser excêntrica percebes? Não tens saudades também? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saudades de gastar tempo a mãos largas, como se o tempo valesse chuva e não ouro, gastá-lo por gastar porque tu mereces o meu tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gastar tempo a fazer coisas que só nós sabemos fazer, sem pensar que me vai faltar tempo para isto ou aquilo. Estar e estar apenas contigo sem pensar que tenho de ir ali, ou acolá, ou estudar isto ou aquilo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tenho saudades de ser rica, de ter tempo de sobra. Passar fome de tempo não resulta comigo, sinto um vazio cá dentro que me aperta o coração porque já não tenho tempo para te dar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não tenho. Morro. De.Saudades.Não tenho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;desculpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-2477184550748193375?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/2477184550748193375/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=2477184550748193375' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/2477184550748193375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/2477184550748193375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='...()'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-1780824844354795621</id><published>2008-10-03T22:15:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T22:21:23.619+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='que'/><title type='text'>.amor em 5 minutos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se ao menos tu não fosses como és e eu não fosse como sou, talvez o amor-ódio que respira em nós não existisse. Esta guerra permanente de silêncios, sabes que me mata por dentro. Sobrevivemos a tanta coisa e não conseguimos sobreviver a nós próprios?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que é feito dos espigões e botas para escalar montanhas? Porque insistimos em desistir de escalarmos juntos as nossas diferenças?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque não me deixas viver nessa tua bolha perfeita? Porque não sais da tua bolha para o meu mundo? Porque?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se ao menos tu não fosses como és e eu como sou, não nos amariamos, as noites seriam tão mais solitárias sem o teu cheiro na minha almofada..as mãnhas de verão frias da falta do teu ombro, e as tardes de inverno sufocantes do calor da ausência da tua boca na minha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero que sejas meu e quero escalar montanhas contigo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. fui baptizadaaaa academicamente ahahah e o meu padrinho é o maior!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2583675097248115236-1780824844354795621?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/1780824844354795621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=1780824844354795621' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/1780824844354795621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/1780824844354795621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2008/10/amor-em-5-minutos.html' title='.amor em 5 minutos'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-6684082170040172853</id><published>2008-09-25T23:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T23:49:48.385+01:00</updated><title type='text'>descoberta da semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(afinal existem rapazes giros em eng. biomédica, encontrei um ao final de 4 dias de aulas xD )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. já não está nada perdido, ora não&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/2583675097248115236-6684082170040172853?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/6684082170040172853/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=6684082170040172853' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/6684082170040172853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/6684082170040172853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2008/09/descoberta-da-semana.html' title='descoberta da semana'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583675097248115236.post-5176394215075417244</id><published>2008-09-16T22:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:50:40.792+01:00</updated><title type='text'>eng. biomédica e biofisica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E estes anos passaram tão rápido que uma coisa que me parecia a milhares de anos de distância, é agora realidade, sou caloira da fcul e que venham estes tão esperados anos universitários, mas primeiro as bem conhecidas praxes.&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/2583675097248115236-5176394215075417244?l=waitintheline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/feeds/5176394215075417244/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2583675097248115236&amp;postID=5176394215075417244' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/5176394215075417244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583675097248115236/posts/default/5176394215075417244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitintheline.blogspot.com/2008/09/eng-biomdica-e-biofisica.html' title='eng. biomédica e biofisica'/><author><name>.lado errado do coração</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16887715863877987601</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
