<?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-4383052296944908698</id><updated>2012-01-18T10:52:56.201Z</updated><category term='sexo'/><category term=':/'/><category term='crepes'/><category term='Verão'/><category term='tudo'/><category term='Coreano'/><category term='nothing new'/><category term='pés'/><category term='Dorama'/><category term='kate hudson'/><category term='STYLE'/><category term='too much to handle'/><category term='hood'/><category term='study'/><category term='bla bla bla'/><category term='coimbra'/><category term='Cupcakes'/><category term='lies'/><category term='muito bom'/><category term='nutella'/><category term='Loucura'/><category term='IMPOSSÍVEL'/><category term='like him'/><category term='filme'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='drama'/><category term='reading'/><category term='messed up'/><category term='sempre'/><category term='guano'/><category term='etc.'/><category term='guido'/><category term='YAMAMOTO'/><category term='stupid teacher'/><category term='etc'/><category term='depression'/><category term='apes'/><category term='fome'/><category term='btw he &apos;ears&apos; me got it? xD'/><category term='actually me'/><category term='irish accent'/><category term='sol'/><category term=';p'/><category term='going crazy'/><category term='problems'/><category term='Japão'/><category term='NINE'/><category term='busy week'/><category term='will have to find some'/><category term='busy'/><category term='de'/><category term='Cat'/><category term='sabrinas'/><category term='headache'/><category term='sadness'/><category term='money saving'/><category term='LOL'/><category term='melhor'/><category term='support'/><category term='i am wrong sometimes'/><category term='2011'/><category term='sandálias'/><category term='no time'/><category term='new hair cut'/><category term='STAY'/><category term='fires'/><category term='Queima'/><category term='pretty little liars'/><category term='serenata'/><category term='like crazy'/><category term='relieved now'/><category term='outfit'/><category term='insolação'/><category term='CRY'/><category term='oh dear lord'/><category term='FLOR'/><category term='calor'/><category term='Sungkyunkwan Scandal'/><category term='mom'/><category term='MASAO'/><category term='Robin'/><category term='sister'/><category term='wonderful weekend ahead'/><category term='familia'/><category term='hair; growing it out; oh lord; changes'/><category term='back to school'/><category term='me; late'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='namoro'/><category term='plans for the future; etc;'/><category term='awesome'/><category term='jantar'/><category term='me. lol'/><category term='MBLAQ'/><category term='Yoo Ah in'/><category term='sonho'/><category term='Friendly'/><category term='lying'/><category term='school starts on monday :/'/><category term='god'/><category term='lalalalalla'/><category term='tradição'/><category term='loneliness'/><category term='Moon Jae Shin'/><category term='trabalho'/><category term='master'/><title type='text'>strange things happens to me ' .</title><subtitle type='html'>Confunsing, strange, weird, crazy, messy, i never said i was normal ...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-1016256394899188202</id><published>2012-01-12T15:19:00.005Z</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:26:33.982Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair; growing it out; oh lord; changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans for the future; etc;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='actually me'/><title type='text'>so, i'm actually letting my hair grow as far as it wants !</title><content type='html'>when a young kid, i always had a very long hair, but while growing up it just bothered me too much --, so i always had it near my neck (short) but now i decided to let it grow, but like really long ... it sometimes confuses me, but i guess this is the perfect occasion for it, i'll be ending my course this july, and honestly i have to change some stuff in my life, like my style, and my horizons too. i'll probably just go travel and stuff ... oh well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What about you? What have you planned for this year and what changes would you like to make ? &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;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-1016256394899188202?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/1016256394899188202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=1016256394899188202&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/1016256394899188202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/1016256394899188202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-im-actually-letting-my-hair-grow-as.html' title='so, i&apos;m actually letting my hair grow as far as it wants !'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-7154207467344901893</id><published>2012-01-12T10:54:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-12T10:58:15.472Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me; late'/><title type='text'>*«</title><content type='html'>Desculpem, desculpem, desculpem ! Ando tão desaparecida daqui!! Mas já sabem como é, Exames, trabalhos finais e sei lá mais o quê. Enfim, ando um pouco ocupada e agora até ando a fazer um estágio mal, tenho tempo para me mexer D: LOL okey não é assim tão mal, mas a verdade é que nem tenho tempo para ler quanto mais para vir ao blog. Portanto não se alarmem não morri nem nada! x) (as if you really cared)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-7154207467344901893?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7154207467344901893/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=7154207467344901893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/7154207467344901893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/7154207467344901893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title='*«'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-2717807406921205223</id><published>2011-10-24T00:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T01:01:25.086+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wonderful weekend ahead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretty little liars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me. lol'/><title type='text'>Sobre mentiras ...</title><content type='html'>Afinal quem não mente? Todas as pessoas mentem. Nem que seja para o bem. Porque às vezes a verdade magoa mais que a mentira, e se podemos poupar sofrimento porque não? pelo menos é a minha opinião.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo isto por causa da série pequenas mentirosas... credo, não consigo deixar de ver e o pior de tudo é que me irrita a forma como a A faz as coisas. é que tipo, por amor de deus, ele (sim porque eu acredito que ele é um ele) não tem mais nada que fazer da vida. seriously, i don't understand what could make anyone spend their daily life tormenting 4 girls -.-. oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De qualquer modo, tenho de ir dormir, esta semana tenho tanto que fazer e para além disso é a véspera da minha viagem a Barcelona, tenho de deixar um conjunto de coisas prontas antes de quinta-feira, então da Uni nem se fala. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So nighty, night :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-2717807406921205223?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/2717807406921205223/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=2717807406921205223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/2717807406921205223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/2717807406921205223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2011/10/sobre-mentiras.html' title='Sobre mentiras ...'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-6182036042815694336</id><published>2011-09-27T18:16:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T18:26:19.037+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etc.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back to school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outfit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money saving'/><title type='text'>+ Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this week is already full of everything to do ... i mean every single week that passes its like there's no time. But the good news is that this sunday my mom, sister and me went to lunch at a restaurant to celebrate her birthday :) and this outfit was what i chose to wear *.* A friend of mine offered me as a birthday gift (LOL so appropriate) I actually love it, 'cause i really like this kind of clothing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpZ95cNA-Es/ToIFc0DbrhI/AAAAAAAAASM/5R5P1sLj8zU/s1600/Foto0687%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpZ95cNA-Es/ToIFc0DbrhI/AAAAAAAAASM/5R5P1sLj8zU/s200/Foto0687%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657090074498280978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now moving on to another subject i'm going to barcelona, and omg i do have to save money -.- but how ?! I'll try so hard! The next money i'll spend will be to pay of my bus card... or else i'll start walking to university ... nope that can't be i'll take one hour to get there ... or more i'm afraid. What about you all? Any news? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. Been studying, so today i'm gonna read. No computer, no distractions of any kind. Just me and my books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kiss (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-6182036042815694336?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/6182036042815694336/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=6182036042815694336&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/6182036042815694336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/6182036042815694336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-this-week-is-already-full-of.html' title='+ Tuesday'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpZ95cNA-Es/ToIFc0DbrhI/AAAAAAAAASM/5R5P1sLj8zU/s72-c/Foto0687%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-5434574180047539065</id><published>2011-09-27T00:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T00:01:43.332+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Enquanto conversava com uma amiga voltei a encontrar esta música ! Good Night* &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=72N9e3o0feA&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Clã - Competência para amar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&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/4383052296944908698-5434574180047539065?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5434574180047539065/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=5434574180047539065&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/5434574180047539065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/5434574180047539065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2011/09/enquanto-conversava-com-uma-amiga.html' title=''/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-1215193459620793643</id><published>2011-09-20T01:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T01:34:31.742+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lalalalalla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='will have to find some'/><title type='text'>busy, busy, busy</title><content type='html'>So here i am, another week that just started, and so much to do already. Oh well ...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out this tutorial on how to make a &lt;a href="http://www.keikolynn.com/2011/07/head-scarf-tutorial.html"&gt;Head Scarf&lt;/a&gt; - It's beautiful! I'll try this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-1215193459620793643?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/1215193459620793643/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=1215193459620793643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/1215193459620793643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/1215193459620793643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2011/09/busy-busy-busy.html' title='busy, busy, busy'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-6298452112489222104</id><published>2011-09-15T14:24:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T14:29:18.655+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':/'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='support'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla bla bla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='messed up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am wrong sometimes'/><title type='text'>+</title><content type='html'>seriously i dunno what to do. I guess that everything is normal, but then are those details that make me lose it. I mean why would you scream at a person that she is doing it wrong when she is doing it right? Just to annoy her ... and that freaks me out. If you have a problem with whatever i'm doing just don't say anything and do it yourself. and stop acting like a victim ... every single person has problems, but the only one that don't have solution is death. And you know what, even that problem perpetuates, i'll be there. Even if we fight, even if we get mad at each other. so stop being depressed and taking me down with you. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there, i've said it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-6298452112489222104?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/6298452112489222104/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=6298452112489222104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/6298452112489222104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/6298452112489222104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='+'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-4666369870996101912</id><published>2011-09-12T22:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T22:49:20.584+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back to school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid teacher'/><title type='text'>1st Day of School...</title><content type='html'>Nada de especial realmente, e digo já que estava ansiosa para nada, mesmo nadinha, digo eu. Mas correu tudo bem :) à excepção de uma das professoras que faltou -.-, sinceramente, nem justificação nem nada! não entendo. É o 1º dia e até assim?! LOL isto estás cada vez pior. &lt;div&gt;Mas por outro lado recebi prendas de ter feito anos em Agosto :B eu toda gulosa ... enfim. E agora é continuar. Sim, continuar e estudar :D FORÇA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-4666369870996101912?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/4666369870996101912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=4666369870996101912&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/4666369870996101912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/4666369870996101912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2011/09/1st-day-of-school.html' title='1st Day of School...'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-8564213110928455837</id><published>2011-09-11T13:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T18:24:34.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night</title><content type='html'>&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;div&gt;Definitely not what i had in mind .. but like a second mom says to me 'party is the expectation' ... the way we imagine things and the way we fantasize about those things is the party itself ... I hope you understand. But still i dunno why people enjoy drinking and staying on the street talking about 'nothing interesting' instead of going dancing or go to a cafe and talk there. I must be from other world really. So i arrived at 4p.m. in the morning. Still a fun dinner .. what do you think about the dress ? :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~ I know i have a stupid face.. but well &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4avGWwJ5hms/TmythJI1waI/AAAAAAAAAR8/3sjGlPXBLA8/s1600/IMGP2226%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4avGWwJ5hms/TmythJI1waI/AAAAAAAAAR8/3sjGlPXBLA8/s200/IMGP2226%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651082417343414690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B135ekZBSac/Tmytg2eHoxI/AAAAAAAAAR0/1qQ4uaeBnuo/s1600/IMGP2228%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 99px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B135ekZBSac/Tmytg2eHoxI/AAAAAAAAAR0/1qQ4uaeBnuo/s200/IMGP2228%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651082412332393234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-8564213110928455837?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/8564213110928455837/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=8564213110928455837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/8564213110928455837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/8564213110928455837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2011/09/last-night.html' title='Last Night'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4avGWwJ5hms/TmythJI1waI/AAAAAAAAAR8/3sjGlPXBLA8/s72-c/IMGP2226%2B-%2BC%25C3%25B3pia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-6316046742806301809</id><published>2011-09-07T10:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T10:45:18.980+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school starts on monday :/'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh dear lord'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='too much to handle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='like him'/><title type='text'>p.s. I think i'm ...</title><content type='html'>&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, so i will not say i'm in love ... because i'm not, but i'm definitely liking him too much for my own good. He makes me 'float'/'fly' ! LOL is that even possible or agreeable ? I don't know... seriously i'm even scared that this is just a summer fling, which i don't want this to be anything like that. I'm trying to act normal and trying to just go with the flow ... but-it's-kind-of-impossible when he say's and i quote: 'you make me happy'.... Hum i think this is getting to me fast .......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vNNA5SbRZJc/Tmc80GCpKlI/AAAAAAAAARs/Ca1ptcgCbwQ/s1600/Foto0648.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vNNA5SbRZJc/Tmc80GCpKlI/AAAAAAAAARs/Ca1ptcgCbwQ/s200/Foto0648.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649551123232139858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-6316046742806301809?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/6316046742806301809/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=6316046742806301809&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/6316046742806301809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/6316046742806301809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2011/09/ps-i-think-im.html' title='p.s. I think i&apos;m ...'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vNNA5SbRZJc/Tmc80GCpKlI/AAAAAAAAARs/Ca1ptcgCbwQ/s72-c/Foto0648.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-565969918073525742</id><published>2011-09-07T10:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T10:47:22.957+01:00</updated><title type='text'>so i don't know what to think.</title><content type='html'>Honestly i think my mom is trying to get me out of the house or at least trying to cut all of the responsibilities she still has/ or feels about me ... why?! i don't know, but i'll maybe just might start doing what she wants me to. In fact it's not even going to be a choice ... this semester i have so much to do and so much to study that i guess it will be easy ... so yes mom if you wanted me to go well then just watch me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/4383052296944908698-565969918073525742?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/565969918073525742/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=565969918073525742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/565969918073525742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/565969918073525742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-i-dont-know-what-to-think.html' title='so i don&apos;t know what to think.'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-8816035544161821663</id><published>2011-09-06T00:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T00:40:35.693+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='master'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etc.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='btw he &apos;ears&apos; me got it? xD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relieved now'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='like him'/><title type='text'>So just to sum things up ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;1. I'm actually done of people not supporting me. Like you Mom! what are you trying to do? getting rid of me earlier? LOL because if that's what you want than don't worry i'll do it... just what you really want. I don't need people to feed my insecurities, i already feed them well (thank you). I need someone to support me and say let's get down to business and that's that. So please, just don't start to talk and say that i'm the one not listening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;2. Hum and second ... despite this ( ^ ) detail ... i am really happy right now ... he kind of makes me laugh and be me ... he is sweet and sometimes provoking. I'm just afraid this is a summer thing ... even though i want it to last ^_ getting a bit attached oh god ... and he helps me not to think of bad things, cares for me and i dunno pretty much wants to be or to keep being in a relationship with me. I'm happy )) he makes me even forget about my nervous thoughts about college, seriously. Never the less i must realize and admit to myself this is going to be hard to keep truly hard i'm guessing. But I'll give all i have (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;p.s. I just needed to get this clear, this 2 things i mean. &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/4383052296944908698-8816035544161821663?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/8816035544161821663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=8816035544161821663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/8816035544161821663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/8816035544161821663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-just-to-sum-things-up.html' title='So just to sum things up ...'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-7118076204277847202</id><published>2011-09-05T10:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T10:54:43.544+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irish accent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='like crazy'/><title type='text'>Good Day Mates *</title><content type='html'>Só para dizer que o sotaque irlandês mata-me. Mesmo. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e que este filme é algo que quero ver 'tipo' já! ----&amp;gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://trailers.apple.com/trailers/paramount_vantage/likecrazy/"&gt;Like Crazy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s. Ambas as coisas que referi anteriormente não têm nada a ver, só para clarificar, sim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-7118076204277847202?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7118076204277847202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=7118076204277847202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/7118076204277847202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/7118076204277847202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2011/09/good-day-mates.html' title='Good Day Mates *'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-1010278084241241783</id><published>2011-09-04T20:24:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T20:26:53.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hum ~~ acerca do Facebook</title><content type='html'>Okey. Entendo que nos devemos manter em contacto mas eu já tenho tanta coisa: Twitter, tumblr, blog, email, skype e sei lá mais o quê. Para além disso o facebook só trazia confusões e eram mais as pessoas que falavam da minha vida e que queriam saber o que eu fazia etc. Para isso não quero. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And honestly i'm so happy this way. (: so please let's ignore the fact that i don't give a damn about everyone else. *' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/4383052296944908698-1010278084241241783?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/1010278084241241783/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=1010278084241241783&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/1010278084241241783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/1010278084241241783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2011/09/hum-acerca-do-facebook.html' title='Hum ~~ acerca do Facebook'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-9026957315936059149</id><published>2011-09-04T20:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T20:18:08.534+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Muito boa tarde. Só para partilhar uma canção que não me sai da cabeça ultimamente, siim? Enjoy&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;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_986FMKliog"&gt;Harry &amp;amp; Alfie - Chasing Rubies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-9026957315936059149?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/9026957315936059149/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=9026957315936059149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/9026957315936059149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/9026957315936059149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2011/09/muito-boa-tarde.html' title=''/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-3840935144509666593</id><published>2011-09-04T00:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T00:42:11.944+01:00</updated><title type='text'>p.s. Um novo post</title><content type='html'>...) And i don't give a fuck!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-3840935144509666593?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3840935144509666593/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=3840935144509666593&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/3840935144509666593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/3840935144509666593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2011/09/ps-um-novo-post.html' title='p.s. Um novo post'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-3702754087203863882</id><published>2011-09-04T00:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T00:11:21.398+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ok ok ~~ já aqui estou!</title><content type='html'>'Yup' .. já voltei! Estranho ? talvez .. nem sei porque me ausentei mas sei que sinceramente foi até melhor assim... precisava de um tempo. Mas calma irei explicar, um tempo do blog, porque já estava farta, fartinha, fartita de aqui estar e muitas vezes não ver nada -. [aconteceu o mesmo com o facebook----&amp;gt; sim foi à vida].- mas agora voltei, não talvez para sempre mas de vez em quando. Quando me apetecer reclamar com pessoas parvas ou simplesmente reclamar do mundo! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here i come :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-3702754087203863882?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3702754087203863882/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=3702754087203863882&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/3702754087203863882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/3702754087203863882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2011/09/ok-ok-ja-aqui-estou.html' title='ok ok ~~ já aqui estou!'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-4110150151844121123</id><published>2011-01-10T03:46:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-10T03:47:05.343Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STYLE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CRY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STAY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MBLAQ'/><title type='text'>MBLAQ Stay 뮤직비디오 티저 ver2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kmOjYY8-MCE?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-4110150151844121123?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/4110150151844121123/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=4110150151844121123&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/4110150151844121123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/4110150151844121123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2011/01/mblaq-stay-ver2.html' title='MBLAQ Stay 뮤직비디오 티저 ver2.'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kmOjYY8-MCE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-616155220470597892</id><published>2011-01-01T16:40:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-01T16:50:08.208Z</updated><title type='text'>My New Year Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/TR9aD7ErpRI/AAAAAAAAAQU/dslPAQmRp0k/s1600/happy-new-year-fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/TR9aD7ErpRI/AAAAAAAAAQU/dslPAQmRp0k/s200/happy-new-year-fireworks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557259488641918226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;#1 : To Be HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;#2 : To Travel a lot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-616155220470597892?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/616155220470597892/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=616155220470597892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/616155220470597892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/616155220470597892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-new-year-resolutions.html' title='My New Year Resolutions'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/TR9aD7ErpRI/AAAAAAAAAQU/dslPAQmRp0k/s72-c/happy-new-year-fireworks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-3228630901866779936</id><published>2010-11-26T17:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-26T17:50:46.136Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loneliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new hair cut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothing new'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/TO_zOq4ZR1I/AAAAAAAAAQI/Eh8UfEyRYbM/s1600/Foto0156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/TO_zOq4ZR1I/AAAAAAAAAQI/Eh8UfEyRYbM/s200/Foto0156.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543917099670914898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is depression good right now ? ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-3228630901866779936?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3228630901866779936/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=3228630901866779936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/3228630901866779936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/3228630901866779936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2010/11/is-depression-good-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/TO_zOq4ZR1I/AAAAAAAAAQI/Eh8UfEyRYbM/s72-c/Foto0156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-7369598211674219147</id><published>2010-11-02T23:35:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-11-02T23:57:44.629Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coreano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoo Ah in'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dorama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moon Jae Shin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sungkyunkwan Scandal'/><title type='text'>Eu e os Dramas ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Bem, como não sabem (mas deviam xP) eu sou uma viciadona em Dramas (Doramas) desde que vim para a faculdade, por causa da Ângela e da Alex (: e já vi alguns de que gostava muito mas nunca um como este que vejo agora (: chama-se 'Sungkyunkwan Scandal' . E digo-vos já que devia estar a estudar mas ando a ver isto D: não consigo parar, é ainda melhor que 'Devil Beside you'; Yap eu sei que para muitos vocês dramas asiáticos nem existem, mas realmente tinha de vir aqui dizer isto ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E este menino *.* .. a personagem dele chama-se &lt;b&gt;Moon Jae Shin&lt;/b&gt; ...e ne realidade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yoo Ah In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; . É o pendurelho -- ou seja o que não fica com a principal, mas eu gostava que a miúda ficasse com ele. Enfim ... mas é bonito ou não ?! hum :P  Isto realmente é de deixar os olhos em Bico (: .... Enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/TNCkBo19kVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Z5zRTeK78JQ/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/TNCkBo19kVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Z5zRTeK78JQ/s200/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535104290088915282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/TNCkBhn9M7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/ASQdv-bwYFE/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/TNCkBhn9M7I/AAAAAAAAAP4/ASQdv-bwYFE/s200/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535104288151122866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/TNCkBVdyJQI/AAAAAAAAAPw/MDf8yNa55bI/s1600/images+(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/TNCkBVdyJQI/AAAAAAAAAPw/MDf8yNa55bI/s200/images+(8).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535104284887229698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/4383052296944908698-7369598211674219147?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/TNCkBo19kVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Z5zRTeK78JQ/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-4422063559028241552</id><published>2010-10-23T01:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T01:56:54.029+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MASAO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YAMAMOTO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FLOR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tudo'/><title type='text'>Masao Yamamoto</title><content type='html'>"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-8384426826990689259</id><published>2010-10-22T00:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T00:51:00.558+01:00</updated><title type='text'>AND I SAY ....</title><content type='html'>I GOT I MILLION THINGS TO DO AND I'M BEGINNING TO FEEL DEPRESSED, SO STOP IT ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-8384426826990689259?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/8384426826990689259/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=8384426826990689259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>Mesmo sabendo que as pessoas costumam ser tontas ao ponto de não perceber que não são desejadas, custa-me entender o desejo que têm de se humilhar... mesmo tendo sido dito explicitamente que não são desejadas.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;They just dont get it ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-5997943269214314920?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5997943269214314920/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=5997943269214314920&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/5997943269214314920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/5997943269214314920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2010/10/santa-paciencia.html' title='Santa Paciência ...'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-749661086516492479</id><published>2010-10-14T22:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T22:22:02.083+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudei o nome do Blog</title><content type='html'>Já estava um bocado farta do outro (x ... BLA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-749661086516492479?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/749661086516492479/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=749661086516492479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/749661086516492479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/749661086516492479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2010/10/mudei-o-nome-do-blog.html' title='Mudei o nome do Blog'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-5972783376115571024</id><published>2010-10-05T23:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T00:06:37.619+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Cold world out there ....</title><content type='html'>So stay here, STAY HERE !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-5972783376115571024?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5972783376115571024/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=5972783376115571024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/5972783376115571024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/5972783376115571024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-cold-world-out-there.html' title='It&apos;s a Cold world out there ....'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-750612054809957550</id><published>2010-09-25T23:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T23:07:47.011+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Status: Single</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;or should i say COMMITED to Myself ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-750612054809957550?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/750612054809957550/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=750612054809957550&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/750612054809957550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/750612054809957550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2010/09/status-single.html' title='Status: Single'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-3542523286243528446</id><published>2010-09-21T18:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T19:00:55.225+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok vá não é a odiar, simplesmente acho que as pessoas se metem em confusões desnecessárias e isso dá-me a volta à cabeça :/ . anyway ... Vou tentar manter uma atitude positiva . GOD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-3542523286243528446?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3542523286243528446/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=3542523286243528446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/3542523286243528446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/3542523286243528446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2010/09/ok-va-nao-e-odiar-simplesmente-acho-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-5205014406405137160</id><published>2010-09-21T18:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T18:51:24.087+01:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-</title><content type='html'>estou a odiar este início de segundo ano .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-5205014406405137160?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5205014406405137160/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=5205014406405137160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/5205014406405137160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/5205014406405137160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='-.-'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-7830607312389689812</id><published>2010-07-14T13:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T13:06:14.727+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Às vezes sinto que estou noutro mundo, ou que algo está prestes a mudar . Sinto-me à beira de uma Mudança, à beira do Risco, mas não sei porquê, acho que se calhar tenho uma missão para concretizar e na verdade tudo isto eram coisas que eu não achava . não queria sequer saber . mas agora, agora é diferente. E escrevo agora palavras sem sentido, mas que é o que sinto, algo de nervoso, algo por acontecer que talvez me vá abalar. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou doida, mas até gosto de o ser. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-7830607312389689812?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7830607312389689812/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=7830607312389689812&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/7830607312389689812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/7830607312389689812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2010/07/as-vezes-sinto-que-estou-noutro-mundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-516250125961992275</id><published>2010-07-10T19:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T19:27:41.978+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quer dizer uma pessoal voluntaria-se para ajudar e ainda acham que têm de decidir como e quando ? ... Então mas afinal quem é que precisa de ajuda ? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ora se estou cansada e tenho coisas para fazer, não vou ser eu que tenho de me adaptar parece-me . &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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-516250125961992275?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/516250125961992275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=516250125961992275&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/516250125961992275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/516250125961992275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2010/07/quer-dizer-uma-pessoal-voluntaria-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-1666825343003636681</id><published>2010-07-09T00:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T00:49:16.303+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bem bem ou não</title><content type='html'>Ando tão cansada . Devia estar de férias mas ando a estagiar . o que vale é que gosto disto !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-1666825343003636681?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/1666825343003636681/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=1666825343003636681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/1666825343003636681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/1666825343003636681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2010/07/bem-bem-ou-nao.html' title='Bem bem ou não'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-5832365796409540355</id><published>2010-07-05T10:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T10:31:56.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'>tan tan tan tan ...</title><content type='html'>Bem fui ver o eclipse -.- e digo desde já que nem queria, gosto imenso dos livros mas acho que os filmes estragam sempre tudo -.- Mas vá até .. Gostei (: nem foi mau de todo. deu para passar o tempo *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-5832365796409540355?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5832365796409540355/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=5832365796409540355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/5832365796409540355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/5832365796409540355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2010/07/tan-tan-tan-tan.html' title='tan tan tan tan ...'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-6884152818818208370</id><published>2010-07-04T19:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T19:38:43.145+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não ... aguento ... este ... calor ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-6884152818818208370?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-1193899816843957543</id><published>2010-06-30T22:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T22:24:34.932+01:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes i feel i'm lost, maybe i am .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-1193899816843957543?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/1193899816843957543/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=1193899816843957543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/1193899816843957543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/1193899816843957543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-8312514414704386584</id><published>2010-06-24T19:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T19:57:54.492+01:00</updated><title type='text'>;D</title><content type='html'>Sei que deveria estar a estudar para o meu exame de amanhã mas houve algo que me fez vir ao blog e ter de procurar uma foto, só agora me apercebi que escrevo desde 2007 e que ainda não saiba muitas das razões dos meus posts eles significam muito e cada um retrata uma parte da minha vida . Estou orgulhosa por ter ultrapassado tanta coisa, muitas das situações que desabafei aqui ajudaram * &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;Proud of myself . Vou apenas continuar sendo assim . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-8312514414704386584?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/8312514414704386584/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=8312514414704386584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/8312514414704386584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/8312514414704386584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2010/06/d.html' title=';D'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-4043084434746251424</id><published>2010-06-17T20:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T20:47:48.982+01:00</updated><title type='text'>e então?</title><content type='html'>Devo começar por explicar que isto não é um cansaço normal, não mesmo. é um cansaço verdadeiro, que me vai até ao fundo. Após ter acabado de supostamente estudar para normas, dei por mim a pensar: para que é isto tudo? Vale a pena? faço esta pergunta a mim mesma desde que a meio deste semestre fiquei deprimida, como já há muito tempo não ficava. Respondendo à pergunta anterior, sim vale, mas neste momento gostava que realmente não contasse para nada. Para poder desistir. Não digo isto de animo leve, mas digo isto do fundo do meu coração/minha mente. Odeio desistir, mas às vezes apetece, dizer chega, acabou, au revoir, adieus, etc . &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E sei que vou continuar a sentir-me assim mesmo que vá para casa. lá será pior, muito pior, a depressão por todo lado, sufoco, gritos, pessoas parvas, estúpidas, o que vocês quiserem eu aceito. e eu vou estar cansada, de tudo, todos... mas vou agir como se fosse a mesma. apenas irritada mas a mesma. e ninguém como sempre se vai importar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E mais uma vez no final vou estar apenas cansada, mesmo cansada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-4043084434746251424?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/4043084434746251424/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=4043084434746251424&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/4043084434746251424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/4043084434746251424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2010/06/e-entao.html' title='e então?'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-5267569963809134798</id><published>2010-06-14T12:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T12:57:53.166+01:00</updated><title type='text'>honestamente ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/TBYZEBDkQ-I/AAAAAAAAAO8/veefHm1-WAM/s1600/DSC00801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/TBYZEBDkQ-I/AAAAAAAAAO8/veefHm1-WAM/s200/DSC00801.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482597153163723746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah. é verdade as relações são complicadas :/ mas no final vale tudo a pena .&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                                            &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Coimbra *&lt;/span&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;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Até que uns dias de Intervalo me fez bem . (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-5267569963809134798?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5267569963809134798/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=5267569963809134798&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/5267569963809134798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/5267569963809134798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2010/06/honestamente.html' title='honestamente ?'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/TBYZEBDkQ-I/AAAAAAAAAO8/veefHm1-WAM/s72-c/DSC00801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-9083221166543213636</id><published>2010-06-11T09:54:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T13:02:57.541+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandrita *</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/TBYaGwiQqJI/AAAAAAAAAPE/6F47TM4fQpA/s1600/DSC00639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/TBYaGwiQqJI/AAAAAAAAAPE/6F47TM4fQpA/s200/DSC00639.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482598299780294802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde Quarta-feira que a minha amiga Sandra (a quem eu neste Blog prestei homenagem) veio visitar-me *.*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Quarta-feira:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ir Jantar Fora e ao Cinema (: , depois cantar os Parabéns ao senhor da minha casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Quinta-feira:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Acordar a meio da manhã, ir estudar, ir almoçar e conhecer a cidade a pé (ai os meus ricos pés)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/TBYaHDxyZ4I/AAAAAAAAAPM/idZwTjMuOEw/s200/DSC00742.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482598304945694594" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; e ficar uma hora e meia a espera de um bus que nunca veio pois era feriado -.-. Jantar ir ao face e ir para a cama x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Sexta-feira:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Acordar às 8h30 para ela poder apanhar o comboio, decidir que vamos noutro à última da Hora e ela adormecer no sofa para eu a acordar daqui a 5min (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/TBYaHWKB8rI/AAAAAAAAAPU/-S-sh0QtuuU/s200/DSC00820.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482598309879214770" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E muito Mais* Loved every moment &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. posto fotos ainda hoje mas mais tarde *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-9083221166543213636?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/9083221166543213636/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=9083221166543213636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/9083221166543213636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>Yes, you are a pain in my ass but i Love you . &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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-7564934074207709387?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7564934074207709387/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=7564934074207709387&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a_uzUh1VT98&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Librarians do GAGA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-5853991911703146716?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5853991911703146716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=5853991911703146716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/5853991911703146716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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I'm always the bad one.</title><content type='html'>Sei que normalmente sou eu que não tenho paciência e que sou a louca da História (e a histérica) mas as pessoas também adoram pisar-me os Calos . &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, i know i'm 90% right all the time . &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Puffffffff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Listenning to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Split screen sadness - John mayer .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-7282717210396768152?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7282717210396768152/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=7282717210396768152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/7282717210396768152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/7282717210396768152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-always-bad-one.html' title='. I&apos;m always the bad one.'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-7093929233551295025</id><published>2010-06-02T00:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T00:22:05.675+01:00</updated><title type='text'>e Por hoje é tudo.</title><content type='html'>Vou descansar . finalmente&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-7093929233551295025?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7093929233551295025/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=7093929233551295025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/7093929233551295025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/7093929233551295025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2010/06/e-por-hoje-e-tudo.html' title='e Por hoje é tudo.'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-3746756805170005667</id><published>2010-05-31T20:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T20:34:48.545+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>não aguento mais . considerem-me uma filha parva e mal agradecida mas não consigo. &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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E é por estas e por outras que nunca vou ser capaz de viver com ninguém . E mudei de ideias, Já não vou ter filhos . não quero família. !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-3746756805170005667?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3746756805170005667/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=3746756805170005667&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/3746756805170005667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/3746756805170005667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2010/05/nao-aguento-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-4293185462115900897</id><published>2010-05-29T22:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T22:47:38.423+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... help</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/TAGLYUwGmRI/AAAAAAAAAOU/jlstolRyCRs/s1600/tumblr_kz6ud9ama91qa29c9o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 161px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/TAGLYUwGmRI/AAAAAAAAAOU/jlstolRyCRs/s200/tumblr_kz6ud9ama91qa29c9o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476811871862823186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Exausted .  and you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-4293185462115900897?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/4293185462115900897/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=4293185462115900897&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/4293185462115900897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/4293185462115900897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2010/05/help.html' title='... help'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/TAGLYUwGmRI/AAAAAAAAAOU/jlstolRyCRs/s72-c/tumblr_kz6ud9ama91qa29c9o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-7484557767350229397</id><published>2010-05-26T20:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T20:55:08.953+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz</title><content type='html'>Enfim, ultimamente parece que ando a dormir em pé, tanta coisa para fazer ... ;/ que desgosto. Mas a sorte é que gosto do que faço, como promessa para mim mesma e da qual vocês vão ser testemunhas, Eu, Catarina vou deitar-me cedo hoje ! &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;Feito x)&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;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/4383052296944908698-7484557767350229397?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7484557767350229397/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=7484557767350229397&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/7484557767350229397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/7484557767350229397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2010/05/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.html' title='Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-3236239364989839657</id><published>2010-05-22T17:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T17:28:10.474+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinceramente ?! adeus .</title><content type='html'>opa, se uma pessoa combina algo com alguém é suposto essa pessoa cumprir . mas não -.- .&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só me apetece bater em alguém. Hate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-3236239364989839657?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3236239364989839657/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=3236239364989839657&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/3236239364989839657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/3236239364989839657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2010/05/sinceramente-adeus.html' title='Sinceramente ?! adeus .'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-4268485570334317029</id><published>2010-05-20T21:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T21:33:54.089+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ok . Estou metida num grande sarilho ;x</title><content type='html'>1º - Tenho um trabalho escrito para fazer e ele ainda só vai a meio :( &lt;div&gt;2º - não me apetece fazê-lo .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-4268485570334317029?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/4268485570334317029/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=4268485570334317029&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/4268485570334317029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/4268485570334317029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2010/05/ok-estou-metida-num-grande-sarilho-x.html' title='ok . Estou metida num grande sarilho ;x'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-1173186575323237748</id><published>2010-05-17T21:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:44:01.779+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='familia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tudo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jantar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serenata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queima'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coimbra'/><title type='text'>E ainda não tinha aqui referido as Festas académicas  :O</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/S_Gm8kh8udI/AAAAAAAAAOM/MzJOO6BTM9E/s1600/HPIM6171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/S_Gm8kh8udI/AAAAAAAAAOM/MzJOO6BTM9E/s200/HPIM6171.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472338581760293330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem pessoal, pois é, estou em Coimbra e não tinha referido aqui as festas que por aqui se dão, nomeadamente a Serenata, Cortejo e queima (: Mas aqui vai uma foto de mim trajada (8 .. uhuh&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na Noite da Serenata, fui uma &lt;b&gt;menina aplicada&lt;/b&gt; e fui a minha aula até às 20h da noite x) depois fui para casa da minha madrinha onde íamos ter o Jantar da Serenata, 'Esparguette à Napolitana' &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;[Muito Bom]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;por essa altura já estava trajada e pus-me a tirar fotos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000438333568&amp;amp;ref=profile"&gt;[ver no face]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; * Depois fomos todos a pé para a Sé velha (; não ouvimos muito bem porque era imensa gente, mas em contra partida houve muitas peripécias para recordar {: ... Cheguei a casa por volta das 4h da Manhã, porque táxis havia poucos e a fila era enorme. -.-  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Depois fui ao Cortejo, mas não me diverti lá muito, sinceramente -.-' &lt;i&gt;mas para o ano já vão ver&lt;/i&gt; !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;E dia 14 foi não só os anos da minha avó do Curso, em que fomos um '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;grupinho&lt;/span&gt;' almoçar ao fórum e à noite fui a queima com o meu 'amorinho' ver os Guano Apes ('x . Claro que tenho de contar que vimos a vocalista no Fórum a jantar alone e que Moi a reconheceu ;p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;xoxo -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Listenning to: Glee Cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-1173186575323237748?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/1173186575323237748/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=1173186575323237748&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/1173186575323237748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/1173186575323237748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2010/05/e-ainda-nao-tinha-aqui-referido-as.html' title='E ainda não tinha aqui referido as Festas académicas  :O'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/S_Gm8kh8udI/AAAAAAAAAOM/MzJOO6BTM9E/s72-c/HPIM6171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-8428213569626886168</id><published>2010-05-17T19:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T19:44:36.186+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melhor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sempre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme'/><title type='text'>Robin Hood</title><content type='html'>Bem, bem, bem (8 &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sim adorei o filme e sim era tudo o que eu esperava e mais e sim quero vê-lo again (': &lt;/span&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;div&gt;Muahahahahaha *.&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-8428213569626886168?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/8428213569626886168/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=8428213569626886168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/8428213569626886168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/8428213569626886168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2010/05/robin-hood.html' title='Robin Hood'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-838372817215405451</id><published>2010-05-03T22:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T22:50:51.441+01:00</updated><title type='text'>--</title><content type='html'>Oh, Tired me .  If i could just fall a sleep . &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;oh      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                   oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                       oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-838372817215405451?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/838372817215405451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=838372817215405451&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/838372817215405451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/838372817215405451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='--'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-8756816031879060733</id><published>2010-04-28T22:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T22:40:21.761+01:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/S9irK_AY1aI/AAAAAAAAAOE/S1lUpNyvelY/s1600/Imagem373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/S9irK_AY1aI/AAAAAAAAAOE/S1lUpNyvelY/s200/Imagem373.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465306353014199714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If you'r sleepy, sleep with me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;                                                                   sinto a tua falta I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-8756816031879060733?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/8756816031879060733/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=8756816031879060733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/8756816031879060733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/8756816031879060733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/S9irK_AY1aI/AAAAAAAAAOE/S1lUpNyvelY/s72-c/Imagem373.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-2395466281116819928</id><published>2010-04-28T19:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T19:10:47.592+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sandálias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pés'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabrinas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calor'/><title type='text'>Hum, Acho que preciso de Sandálias ...</title><content type='html'>Eu sei que sou um bocado masculina em termos de sapatos e que só tenho um par de sabrinas, mas após passar 2 dias inteiros a transpirar dos pés por fazer tanto calor e estar com sapatilhas, rendo-me :} &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;......tenho mesmo de ter umas sandálias, ou sabrinas abertas ou lá o que é, sim porque apesar de ter imensas havaianas (as quais agradeço à minha família que vive no Brasil, que me manda muitas) sinto-me que preciso de algo que me apoie mais no pé .. e portanto assim que puder e tiver ca$h vou logo ver disto *.* quero os meus pés a respirar e bem (; &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;div&gt;Beijinho  *).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-2395466281116819928?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/2395466281116819928/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=2395466281116819928&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/2395466281116819928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/2395466281116819928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2010/04/hum-acho-que-preciso-de-sandalias.html' title='Hum, Acho que preciso de Sandálias ...'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-3930319866210936838</id><published>2010-04-28T00:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T00:21:20.522+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crepes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IMPOSSÍVEL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trabalho'/><title type='text'>Tanto Trabalho ... PUF . e tanta vontade de Comer {:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/S9dxTT1iN8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/BgECWxs_BiU/s1600/CREPES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 121px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/S9dxTT1iN8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/BgECWxs_BiU/s320/CREPES.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464961249393653698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho tanta coisa para fazer e só me apetece comer crepes ... Acreditam nisto ?! &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;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;Enfim, apenas posso sonhar ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-3930319866210936838?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3930319866210936838/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=3930319866210936838&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/3930319866210936838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/3930319866210936838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2010/04/tanto-trabalho-puf-e-tanta-vontade-de.html' title='Tanto Trabalho ... PUF . e tanta vontade de Comer {:'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/S9dxTT1iN8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/BgECWxs_BiU/s72-c/CREPES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-3984095555047284793</id><published>2010-04-26T23:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T23:43:53.415+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=';p'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insolação'/><title type='text'>Um dia Típico de verão .</title><content type='html'>Acordei e o quarto cheirava a calor, é quando sei que é verão . &lt;div&gt;Portanto este post vem em Boa altura. Hoje mal conseguia respirar com tanto calor . (A sorte é ter uma universidade mais gelada que sei lá o quê). Apesar se saber que foi assim por todo o país tenho de dizer para aproveitarmos agora, porque sei que me vou fartar daqui a uma semana, e portanto hoje pus-me sempre ao sol . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                     hum ... sabia bem (até quase ficar derretida)&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;div&gt;E após chegar a casa toda transpirada, decidi que amanhã já não iria ser assim . Antes que apanhe outra insolação .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que tal han? &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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Listenning to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;Friendly Fires - Ex-Lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;The Corrs - Little wing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-3984095555047284793?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3984095555047284793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=3984095555047284793&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/3984095555047284793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/3984095555047284793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2010/04/um-dia-tipico-de-verao.html' title='Um dia Típico de verão .'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-6732998633504178121</id><published>2010-04-25T21:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:18:23.036+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendly'/><title type='text'>Just Because (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mindinversion.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/friendly_fires1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 600px;" src="http://mindinversion.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/friendly_fires1.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;Friendly Fires . &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333300;"&gt;Just the Best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-6732998633504178121?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/6732998633504178121/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=6732998633504178121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/6732998633504178121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/6732998633504178121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-because.html' title='Just Because (:'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-848233043063862299</id><published>2010-02-11T00:48:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-11T00:53:13.991Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guido'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NINE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kate hudson'/><title type='text'>Voz Brilhante - Kate Hudson em NINE ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;(: Recomendo a todos * &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pSG9mWbD1_I&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pSG9mWbD1_I&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&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/4383052296944908698-848233043063862299?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/848233043063862299/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=848233043063862299&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/848233043063862299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/848233043063862299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-amazing-kate-hudson-nine-d.html' title='Voz Brilhante - Kate Hudson em NINE ;D'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-8345850020835948614</id><published>2010-02-10T18:02:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-10T18:07:57.048Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muito bom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cat'/><title type='text'>Os Meus Queques (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/S3L1Wpd-sBI/AAAAAAAAANU/PdtocnQhsfw/s1600-h/19349_104595499565061_100000438333568_123945_3514969_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/S3L1Wpd-sBI/AAAAAAAAANU/PdtocnQhsfw/s320/19349_104595499565061_100000438333568_123945_3514969_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436677469627133970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Bem Bem, estava eu no Facebookas, quando uma rapariga coreana me enviou um Bolo como gift (: e eu ao responder-lhe fui encontrar muitos e muitos bolos e cupcakes (: hum e fique logo doida e cheia de vontade de comer uns (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Então decidi fazer os meus próprios cupcakes :D com cobertura de Nutella :D !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Para vossa delícia aqui está ! Enjoy *.*&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/4383052296944908698-8345850020835948614?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/8345850020835948614/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=8345850020835948614&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/8345850020835948614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/8345850020835948614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2010/02/os-meus-queques.html' title='Os Meus Queques (:'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/S3L1Wpd-sBI/AAAAAAAAANU/PdtocnQhsfw/s72-c/19349_104595499565061_100000438333568_123945_3514969_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-4295908532474678755</id><published>2010-02-04T18:21:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-04T18:33:13.036Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='namoro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tradição'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loucura'/><title type='text'>Diferenças entre Ocidente e Oriente (x</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Originalmente escrito por supacat (que viveu uns anos no Japão), uma amiga da uni falou-me deste post e achei super interessante a forma como os japoneses lidam com a intimidade :P ora Leiam: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sex and flirting in Japan from a foreigner's perspective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:Arial, Helvetica;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:Arial, Helvetica;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;  font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px;  font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flirting in Japan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p size="small" style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px;  "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flirting seems like a misnomer. It’s more like an absense of flirting. If you like someone in Japan, there are a couple of different ways of showing it and/or approaching them, none of which really resemble flirting in the west. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p size="small" style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;1. Nanpa&lt;/span&gt; (the “pickup”)First off, only guys do nanpa; in the rare case that girls do it, it’s called gyaku-nan (“reverse nanpa”), but I never heard of gyaku-nan actually happening, it always seemed like it was more of an amusing theoretical idea, rather than something girls really did. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: small; "&gt;Nanpa only refers to the case when you don’t know the other person at all, and you want to pick them up. Nanpa is direct. “You’re cute. What’s your name? Do you have time? Let’s go somewhere.” That is the classic script of nanpa. It can be shortened to just: “Kawaii yo. Jikan aru?” If you hear that, you’re being nanpa-ed. Of course, if you are a non-Asian foreigner, you will probably never hear that, because Japanese guys are too shy to try and nanpa a white or black woman. Most Japanese guys are too shy to nanpa at all. If you ask a Japanese if he has ever done nanpa, he’ll probably say, “ZOMG! No way! I’m too embarrassed!” since nanpa is direct, and mostly, if you are Japanese and you like someone, you embark on a series of subtle, indirect stealth manoeuvres, because liking prohibits action, especially for women, but also for men. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: small; "&gt;Why is this the case? Japanese social interaction is all about intuiting the other person’s wishes without discussing them openly, at the same time that they are intuiting your wishes without discussing them openly, so that although nothing is ever verbalised, the two of you will always exist in a compromise position of equilibrium. If you like someone, that intuitive part goes into overdrive, because you should be able to understand everything about that person without them ever telling you, and you should be able to please them without ever asking how, even more than you would with a normal person. So it’s more important than ever to be indirect. Which leads me to: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;2. Negotiating through a third partyAgain, it’s not really flirting, but since flirting is showing your feelings openly&lt;/span&gt;—that is, pushing your feelings onto another person, which is direct and rude—it’s better to show no sign to the other person and meanwhile exploit the back channels. Sort of like in high school. So that convoluted human chain whereby: you like Hiro and you tell Junko that you think Hiro has a nice smile knowing that Junko will intuit that you want to know if Hiro likes you back, since Junko is friends with Goro who is friends with Hiro and Junko will talk to Goro and Goro will bring it up with Hiro etc etc etc etc etc etc. Once everything is confirmed, Hiro will ask you out. (The girl ask the guy out? Ahahahaha. Be serious.)&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t have a third party to negotiate for you, you may be forced to use other methods, all of them so subtle that a westerner may not even notice them at all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;3. Subtle signals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Shyness. Pronounced shyness is form of flirting, since it’s a sign of liking, especially from girls, but also from guys. She interacts with everyone else more than him, she doesn’t sit next to him, she doesn’t talk much to him, she doesn’t initiate anything with him. - Attentiveness. You make life easier for the other person without being asked to. For example, when you got to a restaurant in Japan it’s normal to share food, so flirting means not ordering what you like, but ordering what s/he likes, which you already know without asking, because you’re observant. Stuff like that.- Eye contact. It’s the opposite to the west, where you gaze deeply into someone’s eyes if you like them. Direct eye contact is a bit rude in Japan at the best of times. If you’re flirting you look down and away a lot.- Indirect compliments. I can’t think of a good example. It’s pretty rare to give direct compliments and even more rare to compliment someone’s looks. (It’s especially rare for guys to compliment girls directly.) I wish I could think of a good example! I’ll come back to this one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sex in Japan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s really different. It’s just so completely different. The first time I had sex with a Japanese guy was easily the most bamboozling experience of my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before I launch into anything, I should say that while I lived in Japan for five years, I have had sex with only a select few people, and that was within long term relationships, so it’s not as if I have personally taken a wide sample&lt;/strong&gt;. But I had a network of Japanese friends (mostly female) and every time I encountered a cultural difference I immediately pumped them all for information, asking my millions of questions. I make generalized statements only when something that I personally experienced was confirmed as The Norm.&lt;br /&gt;The biggest difference is that sex in Japan is not a mutual sharing experience with both partners spontaneously doing whatever they feel like or enjoy whenever they feel like doing it. Sex has rules and sex has roles just as every social interaction in Japan has rules and roles. There is an active partner and a passive partner. Active means moving; passive means unmoving. In heterosexual sex, the active partner is always male, and the passive partner is always female. In gay sex you work out your roles beforehand: the seme is active, the uke is passive (for gay guys); the tachi is active, the neko is passive (for gay women). If you are familiar with seme/uke conventions from yaoi manga, you can use them as a way of relating to what I’m talking about, because those conventions are not a fictional construct, randomly decided upon by a group of yaoi mangaka. Straight people have sex like that too, in reality. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: small; "&gt;So there is an active partner and a passive partner, which causes various flow on effects. You can’t have “Whoo-hoo! Go for it!” sex because both partners are constrained by their roles. The passive partner (obviously) because she can’t move, and the active partner because he has to take care of the passive partner, instructing her on what to do and exerting himself so that she has a good time.&lt;br /&gt;Japanese guys are generally more stressed out by sex than western guys and that is because they are responsible for the sex; as the active male, the sex is their burden, they have to do everything, it’s all up to them. Sex equates not only (sometimes not even primarily) with ‘fun’ or ‘pleasure’, it also equates with ‘work’ and ‘obligation’. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: small; "&gt;I also can’t emphasise enough just how passive the passive partner is. The way a woman kisses is by submissively opening her mouth, not moving her tongue unless she is cued to do so; if she’s really feminine she won’t open her mouth at all, until she’s told to. Sometimes women will move around a (very) little during sex, but mostly not at all. The slang term for a woman who lies completely still in bed is maguro (tuna). For me, with my western sensibilities and preconceptions, calling someone a ‘tuna’ in bed sounds like an insult, conjuring up images of cold dead fish, but in Japan that word has a very positive connotation. Tuna’s an expensive delicacy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: small; "&gt;Part of what was so bamboozling the first time I had sex in Japan was that I didn’t know there was a Way of Sex, with strict gendered roles, and I just was happily doing my own thing, throwing my partner into total confusion. Seiji told me much later that dating me made him feel like he was gay, because I was active in bed, and he couldn’t connect that with anything except masculinity.&lt;br /&gt;When it came to the guys I dated, even though it was completely outside their experience, they sort of (kind of) eventually adjusted their thinking and accepted the fact that I was active (because I was Foreign and Foreign Women Are Different) but the thing I could never completely change was the fixed idea they had that someone must be passive. Yes, I could be active in bed, but they had no template for how to react to that other than the female/passive/uke template. So at best we could alternate “active periods”, and though the lines between active and passive blurred a little over time, they never blurred completely. And total shutdowns still happened: thirty seconds tick past and my partner hasn’t moved at all … oh, okay, I get what’s happened. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: small; "&gt;If I’m making cross-cultural sex sound like a bit of a nightmare: yeah, it was. In this case, once I worked out what was going on, I thought all my problems could be solved by a simple conversation or two, explaining the more free-form nature of western sex, and encouraging my partner along the lines of, “You don’t have to act a certain way, you can act however you like! You can relax! Enjoy yourself! Doesn’t that sound great?” but that was also a failure to understand the Japanese psyche. It’s not liberating for a Japanese person to be told there are no rules, it’s frightening. I was inadvertently terrorizing my partner by dropping them into the middle of a scary foreign wilderness and telling them to make do without a map. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sex and hygiene&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex in the west can be spontaneous, but sex in Japan isn’t, or at least, not in the same way. In Japan, you can’t get in the front door and immediately start stripping each other’s clothes off in the hallway. Well, you can, and your Japanese partner will probably acquiesce because they are Japanese, but deep down they will be hideously uncomfortable and thinking, “Sex? But I’m not mentally prepared! I haven’t done my kokoro no junbi! And she hasn’t had a shower! And I haven’t had a shower! This is kind of gross!”&lt;br /&gt;Shower is important. You should shower directly before and after you have sex. Before is more important than after. This makes me sound like I only ever dated people with OCD, but it’s the norm. The way I first found out about this was in conversation with my friend Natsue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: small; "&gt;Me: I was at Seiji’s place hanging out and he randomly told me that I could use his shower if I felt like it. Don’t you think that’s weird? Natsue: *cracks up laughing* Cat, that means he wants to have sex with you! If a guy mentions having a shower, he is saying that he wants to have sex. Me: But isn’t it kind of rude to imply I needed to shower first? Like, it was a date, obviously I had showered before going over to his apartment! Natsue: Well, I suppose so… *sounding unconvinced* … but didn’t you say he lives in Yokohama?Me: What does Yokohama have to do with it?Natsue: Well, you went on the train to get there … it’s better to have another shower. If a guy had sex with me without showering first, it would make me really uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;Sensing yet another cross-cultural disaster in the making, I began the investigation, hitting up all the usual suspects for information, including my friend Tomoko, who was dating a western guy called Andy.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sorry to bring this up suddenly, but does it weird you out that Andy sometimes initiates sex without showering first?Tomoko: YES! I’m so glad I finally have someone to talk to about this! Cat, are all westerners like this? It’s so dirty and I can’t relax! It makes me feel like we are just animals!&lt;br /&gt;After I heard basically the same story from all my Japanese girlfriends, I went back to Seiji.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: small; "&gt;Me: First of all, westerners don’t always shower or have a bath before sex. However, I will try to accommodate you on this because the idea of sex without showering seemed to horrify everyone I talked to right down to their very bones. Secondly, when you suggested that I shower the other day, and I said no, I was not rejecting you. I didn’t understand that it was your Japanese signal that you wanted to have sex. If I had understood that, I would definitely have said yes. Seiji: *spits tea all over the table*Me: …this is one of those deeply unspoken Japanese things that I’m not supposed to talk about directly, isn’t it.Seiji: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that is considered rather icky and unhygienic is ejaculate. Guys are really embarrassed by it. They will be desperately scrabbling for a tissue almost before you realise they’ve come at all, since it is really bad form to get ejaculate anywhere, without cleaning it up immediately afterwards (and immediately means immediately). This is yet one more thing that men are responsible for as the ‘active’ partner. The more of a nice, polite guy they are, the more stressed out they will be about it. It’s also yet one more way that the sex is prescribed and controlled; the guy can never really let go, because even at the moment of climax, he’s already worrying about cleaning up, or trying not to make a mess in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… okay, wow, I have been writing and thinking about this entry for more than an hour, and I feel like I’ve barely scratched the surface, so I’m just going to stop here. Flirting in other countries I’ve been to should be easier to write about, I might come back to that in a separate post. Meanwhile, if there’s anything else you want to know, feel free to ask.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; font-size: small; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:Arial, Helvetica;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-4295908532474678755?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/4295908532474678755/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=4295908532474678755&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/4295908532474678755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/4295908532474678755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2010/02/diferencas-entre-ocidente-e-oriente-x.html' title='Diferenças entre Ocidente e Oriente (x'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-1998110443012799213</id><published>2009-11-17T11:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-17T11:16:08.048Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque o Natal está quase aí (;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/SwKF2WI2YtI/AAAAAAAAAM8/4b53DYLZCn8/s1600/%5B58%5D_merry-christmas-blue-style.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405029671500145362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/SwKF2WI2YtI/AAAAAAAAAM8/4b53DYLZCn8/s320/%5B58%5D_merry-christmas-blue-style.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-1998110443012799213?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/1998110443012799213/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=1998110443012799213&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/1998110443012799213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/1998110443012799213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2009/11/porque-o-natal-esta-quase-ai.html' title='Porque o Natal está quase aí (;'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/SwKF2WI2YtI/AAAAAAAAAM8/4b53DYLZCn8/s72-c/%5B58%5D_merry-christmas-blue-style.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-8168538031337038164</id><published>2009-11-01T23:13:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:16:49.834Z</updated><title type='text'>super negligente !</title><content type='html'>ai ai ok x'D sei que já não venho aqui escrever à muito muito (etc) tempo ... mas ai que isto tem sido um reboliço total . Mas para fazer um resumo muito resumido : 'ESTOU A ADORAR'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D adoro ! enfim ... e lembrei-me hoje de vir a net e passar por aqui ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enfim, vou tentar ter outra atitude e lembrar-me do meu querido blog e também do meu pet do hi5 x') (um guaxinim) ahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeus e beijocas x'D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-8168538031337038164?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/8168538031337038164/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=8168538031337038164&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/8168538031337038164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/8168538031337038164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2009/11/super-negligente.html' title='super negligente !'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-2193221337813055620</id><published>2009-09-03T17:58:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T10:23:26.985+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Universidade (: ' next stop please '</title><content type='html'>estou nervosa .. queria saber já os resultados ! ai ai ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas deixo-vos com fotos das minhas férias (: yay :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/Sp_6DMMz-PI/AAAAAAAAAME/GcWDV1grc58/s1600-h/IMGP0368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377291412825176306" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/Sp_6DMMz-PI/AAAAAAAAAME/GcWDV1grc58/s200/IMGP0368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/Sp_6D45hIqI/AAAAAAAAAMM/WlOsRhpRP74/s1600-h/IMGP0420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377291424823845538" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/Sp_6D45hIqI/AAAAAAAAAMM/WlOsRhpRP74/s200/IMGP0420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/Sp_6EMI4wNI/AAAAAAAAAMU/SxqLkGnzvS8/s1600-h/IMGP0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377291429988581586" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/Sp_6EMI4wNI/AAAAAAAAAMU/SxqLkGnzvS8/s200/IMGP0426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/Sp_6CJcVZYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/eXfY9FarRYg/s1600-h/IMGP0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377291394905105794" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/Sp_6CJcVZYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/eXfY9FarRYg/s200/IMGP0324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/Sp_6Crtk9jI/AAAAAAAAAL8/_MLXscMQ3sM/s1600-h/IMGP0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377291404104234546" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/Sp_6Crtk9jI/AAAAAAAAAL8/_MLXscMQ3sM/s200/IMGP0330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4383052296944908698-2193221337813055620?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/2193221337813055620/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=2193221337813055620&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/2193221337813055620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/2193221337813055620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2009/09/universidade-next-stop-please.html' title='Universidade (: &apos; next stop please &apos;'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/Sp_6DMMz-PI/AAAAAAAAAME/GcWDV1grc58/s72-c/IMGP0368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-1847987380366011451</id><published>2009-07-30T23:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T23:36:52.192+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;Broken heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-1847987380366011451?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/1847987380366011451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=1847987380366011451&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/1847987380366011451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/1847987380366011451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2009/07/3.html' title=''/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-8126202476234111188</id><published>2009-06-28T02:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T02:03:06.115+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Como não tenho nada de bom para escrever, não escrevo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-8126202476234111188?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/8126202476234111188/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=8126202476234111188&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/8126202476234111188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/8126202476234111188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2009/06/como-nao-tenho-nada-de-bom-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-632580153005638424</id><published>2009-05-25T18:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:30:14.811+01:00</updated><title type='text'>~*</title><content type='html'>the night . Oh the night .. it evolves me and you, us two, just us two*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/ShrUCV9RtOI/AAAAAAAAALU/mXVQLFcl7qE/s1600-h/Imagem163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339813444920128738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/ShrUCV9RtOI/AAAAAAAAALU/mXVQLFcl7qE/s320/Imagem163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    *and i am happy that way . i love everything about you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even more your dreams about &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; future .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-632580153005638424?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/ShrUCV9RtOI/AAAAAAAAALU/mXVQLFcl7qE/s72-c/Imagem163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-5109576290820463564</id><published>2009-05-10T22:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:15:38.674+01:00</updated><title type='text'>calm*</title><content type='html'>everything as calm down now. i am glad, because even when we fight, after you make me happy. i love you . &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-5109576290820463564?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5109576290820463564/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=5109576290820463564&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/5109576290820463564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/5109576290820463564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/calm.html' title='calm*'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-6600116878922828408</id><published>2009-05-09T16:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T16:22:10.441+01:00</updated><title type='text'>over reacting .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-6600116878922828408?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/6600116878922828408/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=6600116878922828408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/6600116878922828408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/6600116878922828408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/over-reacting.html' title='over reacting .'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-4584437112356816253</id><published>2009-05-09T14:55:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:14:24.698+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple kind of life . just want to be alone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'and all i wanted was a simple kind of life' ... for you to care, to love me the way i love you, to talk to me, TO WARN ME OF WHAT YOU'R DOING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But if you dont do it, then i wont do it either. i will play your game and we will see how this relationship will end. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IT WAS YOUR CHOICE. I WARNED YOU. SO NOW DEAL WITH IT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see who pretends that everything is alright, better than the other. good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;Listening to : Simple kind of life - No doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-4584437112356816253?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/4584437112356816253/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=4584437112356816253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/4584437112356816253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/4584437112356816253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/simple-kind-of-life-just-want-to-be.html' title='Simple kind of life . just want to be alone.'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-8904900546882821224</id><published>2009-05-08T23:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:13:35.877+01:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>i am disapointed. i hate you right now. dont you ever talk to me again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-8904900546882821224?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/8904900546882821224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=8904900546882821224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/8904900546882821224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/8904900546882821224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-7475664626113566911</id><published>2009-05-04T23:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:19:57.010+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Votem 'Melhor Beijo' para os MTV Movie Awards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/ontv/movieawards/2009/best-kiss/"&gt;http://www.mtv.com/ontv/movieawards/2009/best-kiss/&lt;/a&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;Não se esqueçam de votar : 'Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattinson' - Twilight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332096996684935746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/Sf9p98NVMkI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-UQtGMb0sOA/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&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;/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;'Sei que não costumo fazer publicidade mas enfim uma fã é fã até ao fim e além disso o meu não foi nomeado'&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/4383052296944908698-7475664626113566911?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7475664626113566911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=7475664626113566911&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/7475664626113566911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/7475664626113566911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/votem-melhor-beijo-para-os-mtv-movie.html' title='Votem &apos;Melhor Beijo&apos; para os MTV Movie Awards'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/Sf9p98NVMkI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-UQtGMb0sOA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-5116805057904150056</id><published>2009-05-04T22:02:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:21:01.149+01:00</updated><title type='text'>When everything is alright ....</title><content type='html'>i love when everything is alright, your sweet hand on my face, your eyes with tender love and it's just perfect ..&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332079744941694594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/Sf9aRwdOHoI/AAAAAAAAAKE/STcECXHch5A/s320/Imagem116000.jpg" border="0" /&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;Our love it's just perfect till you have to go, till tears coming down your face, in a sunday night .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-5116805057904150056?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5116805057904150056/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=5116805057904150056&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/5116805057904150056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/5116805057904150056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-everything-is-alright.html' title='When everything is alright ....'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/Sf9aRwdOHoI/AAAAAAAAAKE/STcECXHch5A/s72-c/Imagem116000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-6196550301332523325</id><published>2009-05-04T21:26:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:41:02.861+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desabafos do Costume.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/Sf9S0RTVcdI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Wqr_JZmCCsg/s1600-h/Imagem128000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332071541781131730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/Sf9S0RTVcdI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Wqr_JZmCCsg/s320/Imagem128000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Olá, fui hoje a uma consulta, mas afinal não era nada de mais aquilo que tinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Este fim-de-semana magoaram-me profundamente, sentia-me a derreter. mas será que também isso não era nada demais? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As comparações que faço, disparatadas é claro mas e depois? quero saber ... sou assim tão exigente na relação que tenho com os outros? não admito muitos erros mas isso é porque mudei, é rarissimo fazê-lo. e se eu cumpro o que exigo porque não podem outros cumprir também ? já está tudo bem é claro, pois quando se ama alguém a primeira atitude que vem à frente é o perdão. mas devia ser? BAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estou a ser pessimista, a verdade é que já não estou magoada, mas aos poucos e poucos destruo a minha barreira e cada vez mais há que ser feito um trabalho para não me expôr e estragar tudo aquilo que construí para me proteger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Amo este rapaz, mas às vezes pergunto-me se realmente devia ... deixem lá . O amor não escolhe ninguém mas quero dizer-vos e relembrar-vos para mais uma vez para protegerem o que amam, cuidando e trabalhando para isso, o amor só não chega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Listening to : she's the blade - Sugarcult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;pirates of insomnia - The aster&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/4383052296944908698-6196550301332523325?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/6196550301332523325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=6196550301332523325&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/6196550301332523325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/6196550301332523325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/desabafos-do-costume.html' title='Desabafos do Costume.'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/Sf9S0RTVcdI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Wqr_JZmCCsg/s72-c/Imagem128000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-3128890227301919307</id><published>2009-04-21T15:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:49:28.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>These strange things people do to themselves and to others</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/Se3cjAeHqoI/AAAAAAAAAJs/eG6ZGj8SSF8/s1600-h/Imagem000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327156428229028482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/Se3cjAeHqoI/AAAAAAAAAJs/eG6ZGj8SSF8/s320/Imagem000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há algo que me assola o espírito, por que raio afinal as pessoas tendem a magoar tanto os que amam, soube à pouco tempo de duas histórias bem verdadeiras que me magoaram, não pq teve a ver cmg mas porque não entendo como pode alguém dizer que ama outro alguém e ter atitudes desrespeitosas e que demonstram uma falta de carácter perante ela própria, os outros e a pessoa que ela disse amar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu apenas vejo a pessoa que amo ao fim-de-semana e já isso é um martírio, não poder tocar, falar, sentir ... é um pesadelo, mal é o tempo que temos e sabemos ambos (eu e ele) que estamos a sofrer por isto ter de ser assim, mas esforçamo-nos na relação, para que possamos continuar os dois, porque é realmente isto que queremos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apesar de problemas e discussões anteriores o amor e o que realmente importa sempre foi o mais importante. e por isso eu não entendo como se magoa de certa maneira as pessoas. eu já magoei, já me magoaram e a dor de magoar alguém pelo que dizemos ou fazemos é catastrófica. Mas há atitudes que ao repetirem-se 1, 2, 3 e mais vezes com perfeita consciência do que se anda a fazer demonstra claramente que não mereçe a pessoa que está a magoar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por isso aqui vai um conselho (a maioria sabe que os meus conselhos são abre-olhos) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Estimem aqueles que amam&lt;/span&gt;, uma má atitude pode ser evitada, não têm de seguir por um mau caminho apenas porque acham que não há solução. Há sempre. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Respeitem e amem aqueles que vos querem bem e que dão tudo por vocês&lt;/span&gt;, ao olharem para vocês mesmos e repararem que estão sozinhos já será tarde demais. De uma pessoa que sabe ...&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;/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:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Listenning to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Leslie Feist - So Sorry&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/4383052296944908698-3128890227301919307?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3128890227301919307/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=3128890227301919307&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/3128890227301919307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/3128890227301919307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2009/04/these-strange-things-people-do-to.html' title='These strange things people do to themselves and to others'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/Se3cjAeHqoI/AAAAAAAAAJs/eG6ZGj8SSF8/s72-c/Imagem000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-5658235199799609134</id><published>2009-03-30T23:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:38:22.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... i am back i think ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/SdFJ2WuJziI/AAAAAAAAAJk/4towiaIHj7g/s1600-h/Imagem013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319113833062190626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/SdFJ2WuJziI/AAAAAAAAAJk/4towiaIHj7g/s320/Imagem013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Acho realmente que isto não está a resultar&lt;/span&gt;, a solidão, o pânico começam a aproximar-se .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ler Jane Austen relembra-nos aquilo que desejamos numa relação. Ouvir música verdadeira faz-nos perceber que há coisas a que precisamos de dar importância. A vida e as acções das pessoas fazem-nos melhorar o nosso carácter e aprendizagem ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não escrevo nada com jeito, tenho um Bloqueio, mal consigo ler, ando desatenta e no final há algo de errado quando o outro não se preocupa, não se interessa, não tem nada em comum, não fala, não se apercebe que se acomoda, não liga, não se esforça. e sabemos que algo está mesmo mal quando não conseguimos falar com as melhores amigas(erros erros erros que tentamos reparar mas de que serve se não servimos para nada? não vou dizer o q s quer. digo o q se deve) , quando os amigos desiludiram, quando toda a gente se afasta . sinto medo, mas não da solidão, sei q antes da minha morte prematura vou viver sozinha, com o meu querido animal de estimação ou simplesmente plantas, disparates eu sei, mas porque não? eu sinto assim. e não me importo. no final mereço estar sozinha. acho que não estou deprimida apenas muito, muito, muito, muito, muito triste &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;e talvez lá no fundo um grande bocado sozinha.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Desculpem não ter dado notícias antes, mas também dúvido que alguém tenha reparado que não escrevi . &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/4383052296944908698-5658235199799609134?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5658235199799609134/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=5658235199799609134&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/5658235199799609134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/5658235199799609134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-back-i-think.html' title='... i am back i think ...'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/SdFJ2WuJziI/AAAAAAAAAJk/4towiaIHj7g/s72-c/Imagem013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-2763057144138231741</id><published>2009-02-07T20:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-07T20:26:26.769Z</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>A new day has come to me ... Time to change the future.&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i am the queen of my own destiny :'D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-2763057144138231741?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/2763057144138231741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=2763057144138231741&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/2763057144138231741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/2763057144138231741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-8196361490127901842</id><published>2009-02-04T23:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:02:49.326Z</updated><title type='text'>So Real *'. (but such an illusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;]oh that was so&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; real&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tJTgzWwAzKA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tJTgzWwAzKA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; miss u&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;So Real . Jeff Buckley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-8196361490127901842?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/8196361490127901842/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=8196361490127901842&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/8196361490127901842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/8196361490127901842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-real-but-such-illusion.html' title='So Real *&apos;. (but such an illusion'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-2417749557457895547</id><published>2009-01-11T23:59:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:12:33.826Z</updated><title type='text'>Too much to think about .</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had a dream come true? How did you felt after it happened? and if what you wanted in the past is not what you want in the present? What if you regret something that others consider perfect ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i Think this is just a fase, i hope i am not trying to compensate someone(s) or something(s) for my mistakes in the past .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe, and just maybe, i am, believe me, this is not good. &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;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;Listenning to : Daughtry - crashed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-2417749557457895547?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/2417749557457895547/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=2417749557457895547&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/2417749557457895547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/2417749557457895547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2009/01/too-much-to-think-about.html' title='Too much to think about .'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-6994577670993806287</id><published>2009-01-11T23:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:34:15.024+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Begins now *.</title><content type='html'>(: and i will spend a lifetime with you ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-6994577670993806287?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/6994577670993806287/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=6994577670993806287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/6994577670993806287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/6994577670993806287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2009/01/forever-begins-now.html' title='Forever Begins now *.'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-7824619060067170763</id><published>2008-12-29T00:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-29T00:58:15.438Z</updated><title type='text'>HapPy Holidays ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Merry Christmas and a haPpy New Year !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*From my heart to you*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-7824619060067170763?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-4423268051900290937</id><published>2008-12-21T01:44:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-21T02:25:19.862Z</updated><title type='text'>.|.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You go around like you know me -.-' !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-4423268051900290937?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/4423268051900290937/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=4423268051900290937&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/4423268051900290937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/4423268051900290937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2008/12/breaking-benjamin-evil-angel.html' title='.|.'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-3982394122801514804</id><published>2008-12-11T01:28:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:21:12.927Z</updated><title type='text'>Too far away sometimes (always ...)</title><content type='html'>Everytime i totally feel far away from everything, just waiting for something to strike me and wake me up ... i never had many expectations of my life, but sometimes look at the emptiness i wish something will come to be and revolve my life, just like a 360 degrees turn. I know i should me carefull with what i wish for but i do ... maybe that way i can relate to things without feeling guilty, just because it's not what i really want .. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice that now i lie so easily about how i feel, before i couldn't even convince a stranger, now i can believe the lie myself .. i am in denial ... whatever, who cares ? i dont . &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i should, but i dont, in fact i got to the point where i dont care if i die or live, i am probably in depression, that's why i listen to sad music all the time , anyway ...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to not get too far from me ... i'll make damn sure that i keep myself together just in case someone needs my shoulder and advices .. at least i am not selfish &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(not yet ...)&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Listening : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Notice - Gomez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Make damn sure - Taking back sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paper Thin Hymn - Anberlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hemorrhage - Fuel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;Reading :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;Lua Nova - Stephenie Meyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;Eclipse - Stephenie Meyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-3982394122801514804?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3982394122801514804/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=3982394122801514804&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/3982394122801514804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/3982394122801514804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2008/12/too-far-away-sometimes-always.html' title='Too far away sometimes (always ...)'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-4112952262656164938</id><published>2008-12-05T01:45:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-05T02:00:02.294Z</updated><title type='text'>Wondering ...</title><content type='html'>Feel like i'm walking no way . it's going to take me nowhere this intensive solitude and dispar, but what can i say? ou even do? i now enjoy being alone, feel the quiet of a cup of hot chocolate or listenning to the silent drops of rain on my window (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333300;"&gt;simple things&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;If i am happy? Probably not, i guess i stopped looking for happiness a long time ago, i just miss my smile these days, it made everything look so simple and fresh. It made people feel, and me too, but i guess that's past now.&lt;br /&gt;i became a simple girl, i don't want much, just simple things, but sometimes i feel like that's too much to ask for thow.&lt;br /&gt;I want to escape, to find myself again, feel so lost and empty, (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333300;"&gt;i almost lose hope&lt;/span&gt;) . Even if somehow i keep fighting this, and keep looking for that sunshine that stopped glowing long ago on my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering around i just hope that it finds me before is too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-4112952262656164938?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/4112952262656164938/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=4112952262656164938&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/4112952262656164938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/4112952262656164938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2008/12/wondering.html' title='Wondering ...'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-487253524371681892</id><published>2008-12-04T00:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-05T01:33:21.411Z</updated><title type='text'>not afraid to be alone.</title><content type='html'>i know how to protect myself. i have always known. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;don't need anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-487253524371681892?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/487253524371681892/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=487253524371681892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/487253524371681892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/487253524371681892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-afraid-to-be-alone.html' title='not afraid to be alone.'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-8370027258999742267</id><published>2008-12-03T16:58:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-03T17:17:18.671Z</updated><title type='text'>i will follow them * Can you please think ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...even not knowing who they are i will, i promise you i will follow them, the lights that will guide me to my freedom and also solitude of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding no where else but here, i am lost ... looking for some fantasy and hoping a perfect love, a perfect mate, maybe our time has passed already, and is already gone. in my bike of dreams i go a never landing trace of hope for us... hoping our happiness and love. Hoping for you to change and see me as your soulmate, but maybe and just maybe, i am not your soulmate, i am not the one for you. should i broke both of our hearts ? and go to the waiting line for what ? do i want to stand your mood swings and keep your embaressement of myself ? Why don't you realize our time maybe over ? or why don't you change for good ? I love you but its too much for me to take ... i wish you could understand or at least try to ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;(o Blog &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;'Odes a ti'&lt;/span&gt; está agora encerrado, devido eu ter ultrapassado a dor e a obcessão, neste momento os sentimentos são outros, de modo que não acho necessário continuar com ele, obrigada a vocês por me terem dado apoio, terem aturado lágrimas, silêncios e solidão da minha parte, ainda que esteja feliz agora há outros sentimentos que me assolam (decepção) .. mas esses falarei aqui. &lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Obrigado por tudo. a vocês&lt;/span&gt;....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;Listenning : M83 - Don't save us from the flames .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-8370027258999742267?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/8370027258999742267/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=8370027258999742267&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/8370027258999742267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/8370027258999742267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-will-follow-them.html' title='i will follow them * Can you please think ?'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-1238016182278695787</id><published>2008-09-22T20:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:35:37.294+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Foste, mas ficas comigo para sempre.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/SNfzU8nRCjI/AAAAAAAAAHk/vttQI7RZS_0/s1600-h/%C3%9Altimo+dia+aulas+%234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248931431917357618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/SNfzU8nRCjI/AAAAAAAAAHk/vttQI7RZS_0/s320/%C3%9Altimo+dia+aulas+%234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sandra, és talvez uma das pessoas que se mostrou mais importante e no entanto dizer isto parece irreal, parece que simplesmente não chega. Tanta coisa que já fizemos e lembro-me de tudo acredita! Cresceste mas aos meus olhos vamos sempre ficar pequenas demais para certas coisas, e vamos sempre rir com aqueles sorrisos histéricamente reconfortantes e inocentes de tudo e de todos e até mesmo de nós. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preciso de ti mas tenho de deixar a minha princesa Alfaçinha crescer e voar ! és uma das razões pela qual mudei e hoje estou como estou, bem e Feliz. Estava a pouco a tentar arranjar palavras para te agradeçer ou simplesmente lembrar do quanto és importante e da falta que a tua presença bem como a tua maneira de ser vão fazer a mim ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero chorar mas digo-te tantas vezes para seres forte que acho uma hipócrisia derreter-me agora. Sê forte, por muito que tenhas medo dessa etapa, não tenhas, porque tenho a certeza absoluta que vai ser benéfica para ti, recomeça do zero, inicia agora aquilo que estavas para fazer à tanto tempo, e que nada te deixava. Vais ser capaz e talvez depois te lembres de mim, mas por agora quero que penses só em ti, sim porque depois de este tempo todo a aumentar a tua 'auto-estima' não quero que o meu trabalho vá por água abaixo! És especial Sandra, e já toda a gente viu, tenta TU ver isso agora também ! &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;Para sempre tua Charlie, amo-te snoopy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-1238016182278695787?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/1238016182278695787/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=1238016182278695787&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/1238016182278695787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/1238016182278695787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2008/09/foste-mas-ficas-comigo-para-sempre.html' title='Foste, mas ficas comigo para sempre.'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/SNfzU8nRCjI/AAAAAAAAAHk/vttQI7RZS_0/s72-c/%C3%9Altimo+dia+aulas+%234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-466476180374707525</id><published>2008-09-17T14:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:06:54.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ter o controlo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Finalmente depois de tanto tempo, parece dinalmente que sou eu a Controlar aquilo a que chamo de vida. A minha vida tal como eu é imprevisível, inexplicável e um mar de impossibilidades possíveis. De todos os lados parece sempre cair algo do céu... mas tenho sempre de manter a calma, como se estivesse a espera de explodir, respirar fundo e dizer a mim mesma e aos outros que tudo vai ficar bem, isto é ter o Controlo de mim e da minha vida, de outra maneira não é possivel, não consigo ter o Controlo de outra forma por mais que tente. Controlada sou todos os dias, quero gritar e pegar eu no remoto Control deste filme. portanto nas partes cortadas tenho d ser eu a assumir o controlo, ninguém sabe, ninguém tem de saber que durante esses pequenos minutos eu assumo as rédeas da produção. Preciso de fugir. Preciso de assumir o controlo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-466476180374707525?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/466476180374707525/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=466476180374707525&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/466476180374707525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/466476180374707525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2008/09/ter-o-controlo.html' title='Ter o controlo'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-7498243159472629660</id><published>2008-08-07T13:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T13:22:20.768+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovesick Melody *.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/SJroza0ZeuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-hhCILVNaAY/s1600-h/picture160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231749887214320354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/SJroza0ZeuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-hhCILVNaAY/s320/picture160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;"&gt;"Don't want to love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;"&gt;But i do..."&lt;/span&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-7498243159472629660?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7498243159472629660/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=7498243159472629660&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/7498243159472629660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/7498243159472629660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2008/08/lovesick-melody.html' title='Lovesick Melody *.'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/SJroza0ZeuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-hhCILVNaAY/s72-c/picture160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-6121547516973378061</id><published>2008-07-18T16:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T16:42:49.767+01:00</updated><title type='text'>não há solidão.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/SIC58bM99uI/AAAAAAAAAEw/JgshjnchpBI/s1600-h/Lua%2520018-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224380015495214818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/SIC58bM99uI/AAAAAAAAAEw/JgshjnchpBI/s320/Lua%2520018-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não há solidão, comigo nunca haverá solidão. Aquele ou Aquela ali, ali ao fundo, são pessoas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Podia tentar provar que não estou a dizer a verdade, mas realmente estou. Quando acordo e não vejo ninguém ao meu lado, quando Sinto que estás comigo, mesmo não estando. Quando desco as escadas e sinto a tua presença, na mesma divisão, na mesma casa. Mesmo sabendo que não estás, sei que estás, é dificil eu sei, de entenderes, mas estás.. Quando me vejo no espelho vejo-te a ti também. Mas o derradeiro encontro é lá em cima, depois de passar a janela secreta, tenho encontro marcado contigo, ninguem sabe, só nós que estamos ali.. pertençes-me. A Lua invade aquilo que é nosso mesmo a nossa alma. e desejava não estar em mais lado nenhum senão ali. Junto, tão junto a ti.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-6121547516973378061?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/6121547516973378061/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=6121547516973378061&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/6121547516973378061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/6121547516973378061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-h-solido.html' title='não há solidão.'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/SIC58bM99uI/AAAAAAAAAEw/JgshjnchpBI/s72-c/Lua%2520018-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-3764108462170168324</id><published>2008-07-06T19:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T19:32:39.252+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a wish '</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oK9TjlFLv-w&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oK9TjlFLv-w&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/4383052296944908698-3764108462170168324?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3764108462170168324/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=3764108462170168324&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/3764108462170168324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/3764108462170168324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2008/07/wish.html' title='a wish &apos;'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-2898605088311903555</id><published>2008-06-19T10:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:10:46.900+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades. Ou tempo perdido?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/SFoiaKqPa2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/uPFmPq2Cb1k/s1600-h/DSC07256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213517351568239458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/SFoiaKqPa2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/uPFmPq2Cb1k/s320/DSC07256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não deixes o tempo escapar. Tantas vezes que me arrependo de não ter dito mais um amo-te, mais um olá. De ter feito mais um sorriso. Não sentes falta de teres o tempo em controlo ? Quero tomar as rédias da minha vida, torna-la memorável e real. Verdadeira. Mas no entanto tenho saudades do passado em vez de olhar para o futuro. Mas não consigo. Ou ainda não estou preparada. Mas por isso vou dizendo todos os amo-tes que posso, todos os olás a me vêem a cabeça e mais uns quantos sorrisos para compensar tudo aquilo que perdi e que fiz perder. &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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;]i just want to be real[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-2898605088311903555?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/2898605088311903555/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=2898605088311903555&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/2898605088311903555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/2898605088311903555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2008/06/saudades-ou-tempo-perdido.html' title='Saudades. Ou tempo perdido?'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/SFoiaKqPa2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/uPFmPq2Cb1k/s72-c/DSC07256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-843035047653146106</id><published>2008-06-02T23:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:41:43.168+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Relação Amor-Ódio [distância, vazio,necessidade]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sonha comigo, acordado ou de pernas para o ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sonha comigo, apenas para veres como sou mais real na tua mente &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;O dia não vê, e eu não senti .&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;Esperar, esperar ... e todos me dizem que não há certezas, todos me dizem que não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mas no entanto ao olhar para ti [mesmo que de longe] vejo que tudo aquilo que eu conheçi se enraiveceu&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;Mudou .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;E sim, disto tenho a certeza. &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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Preciso de ti , mas não voltes para mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-843035047653146106?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/843035047653146106/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=843035047653146106&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/843035047653146106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/843035047653146106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2008/06/relao-amor-dio-distncia.html' title='Relação Amor-Ódio [distância, vazio,necessidade]'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-6706754705183695383</id><published>2008-05-31T16:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T16:24:55.445+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando as luzes se apagam</title><content type='html'>Cada vez que saio de casa vejo que nada mudou lá fora. Sinto um suspiro, algo que me chama, devagar, somente para se fazer sentir e mostrar. Ao fechar o portão sinto que nem a brisa fria, do fim da primavera, mudou. Simplesmente ficou ali, fazndo o seu papel todas as noites. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...noite com significado...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao chegar a casa o cansaço vence, o gelado que já é só nata e os cereais teimam em dizer 'vai dormir!', depois de uma troca de pensamentos adormeço finalmente, sem estranhamente reflectir sobre o que aconteceu e sem me arrepender. As luzes apagam-se e consigo finalmente adormeçer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi estranho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-6706754705183695383?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/6706754705183695383/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=6706754705183695383&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/6706754705183695383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/6706754705183695383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2008/05/quando-as-luzes-se-apagam.html' title='Quando as luzes se apagam'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-6249288512849842156</id><published>2008-05-31T14:41:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T14:58:08.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Remenber</title><content type='html'>[Ainda sinto o seu perfume pela casa, ainda tem você na sala .. porque meu coração dispara quando vem o seu cheiro dentro de um livro, dentro da noite veloz ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-6249288512849842156?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/6249288512849842156/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=6249288512849842156&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/6249288512849842156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/6249288512849842156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2008/05/remenber.html' title='Remenber'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-3900430168614399656</id><published>2008-05-23T20:54:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T21:41:54.482+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquilo que me move '</title><content type='html'>"Acredito que todos temos direito a ter sorte e quando alguém aparece na nossa vida de repente ou é porque nos vai fazer bem ou é porque nos pode fazer mal e eu vi-te com bons olhos desde o 1º momento achei que me ias ajudar a limpar a tristeza que a tua presença quase imperceptível na minha vida seria como um bálsamo, uma música perfeita e harmoniosa, um dia ao sol ou uma noite em branco daqelas que nos fazem pensar que a vida esta cheia de surpresas boas e que vale a pena estar vivo só para as saborear. Tu foste e és tudo isto e ainda mais agora que somos amigos, entre nós nao há pesos nem amarras e o silêncio nao quer dizer distância apesar da ausência reinar nos nossos dias. &lt;br /&gt;Quando lançamos os dados nunca sabemos no que vai dar, tu podias ser um assassino encaputado e eu neurótica disfarçada, mas tivemos sorte porque somos 2 pessoas normais cm coraçâo e 2 ou 3 principios q nos fazem estar bem com a vida e com os outros. &lt;br /&gt;Só tenho pena é de nao ser dona do tempo porque houve momentos que se pudesse teria vivido mais vezes ou mais devagar como quem saboreia um chá de menta ao fim da tarde no largo da igreja a ouvir os sinos. E como escrever é a melhor forma de não ser interrompido digo-te agora sem rodeios, fica comigo mais uma vez vem rir do mundo e adormeçer nos meus braços abrir o teu sorriso e sonhar acordado, vem ter cmg hoje porque eu qero lançar outra vez os dados e aposto que vai dar 6+6 otra vez porque os dados nunca se enganam e a amizade é o amor sem preço e sem prazo de validade"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(não me lembro da autora)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; fica um agradeçimento a ti, pessoa importante * obrigada snoopy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-3900430168614399656?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3900430168614399656/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=3900430168614399656&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/3900430168614399656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/3900430168614399656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2008/05/aquilo-que-me-move.html' title='Aquilo que me move &apos;'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-1812372911801942330</id><published>2008-05-10T23:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T23:39:25.231+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Morningside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/SCYkE3YZrxI/AAAAAAAAAD0/WBDTEhX3C-Q/s1600-h/Img0144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/SCYkE3YZrxI/AAAAAAAAAD0/WBDTEhX3C-Q/s320/Img0144.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198882485850189586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep my distance I tried&lt;br /&gt;No use, no&lt;br /&gt;But no matter the miles&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could try to forget what you do when I let you get&lt;br /&gt;Through to me but then you do it over again&lt;br /&gt;I could rage like a fire and you'd bring rain I desire&lt;br /&gt;'Til you get to me on my Morningside&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-1812372911801942330?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/1812372911801942330/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=1812372911801942330&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/1812372911801942330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/1812372911801942330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2008/05/morningside.html' title='Morningside'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/SCYkE3YZrxI/AAAAAAAAAD0/WBDTEhX3C-Q/s72-c/Img0144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-3456685803629977657</id><published>2008-04-30T13:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T14:13:44.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lá de cima</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/SBhwf5RgJ1I/AAAAAAAAADs/90tfbh-gkQU/s1600-h/romeo_and_juliet_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/SBhwf5RgJ1I/AAAAAAAAADs/90tfbh-gkQU/s320/romeo_and_juliet_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195025863424354130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas as noites, ela olhava para baixo, vestida de branco e com o cabelo pelos ombros. O vento quente como sempre incitava a um toque da mesma monotonia de todos os dias. &lt;br /&gt;Mas esta noite tinha algo de diferente, ela desceu pela planta que ligava a sua varanda ao jardim, um cheiro a jasmim invadiu a sua cabeça e memórias do que outrora fora fizeram o tempo parar, por breves segundos, ela, perdida estava.&lt;br /&gt;Caminhou pela estradinha gasta pelo tempo, o velho portão rangendo ficou encostado enquanto que ela ia descendo a colina por entre ruelas de história. Sentiu a sua presença, não foi por isso preciso fala ou som. Ao dar-lhe a mão sorriu por fim. Caminharam juntos até irem mesmo para o centro, as luzes faziam reluzir cada passo e cada gesto seu. A música apenas a fazia brilhar. Durante toda a noite o sonho foi verdadeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela acordou por fim, tinha adormecido ao luar, no parapeito, sonhado com aquilo que fora o real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debaixo da sua varanda ele vinha discretamente so para a olhar, sem que ela soubesse [pensava ele], todas as noites ali ficava, a admira-lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao fechar o portão, uma lágrima eles largaram, Nunca fora preciso uma palavra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[o amor não morre, apenas encontra maneiras de passar despercebido após o adeus]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-3456685803629977657?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3456685803629977657/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=3456685803629977657&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/3456685803629977657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/3456685803629977657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2008/04/l-de-cima.html' title='Lá de cima'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/SBhwf5RgJ1I/AAAAAAAAADs/90tfbh-gkQU/s72-c/romeo_and_juliet_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-5527901843676834405</id><published>2008-04-22T21:07:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T20:21:19.920+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia na vida de Pierre</title><content type='html'>O céu estava calmo, ele olhou para mim. O gelado desfalecia descongelado no copo, debaixo do banco, deixado provavelmente por um menino demasiado preguiçoso para ir deitar ao caixote a dois metros de distância, mas em vez disso estava ali, sem se notar a sua presença pegajosa. Ele levanta-se e num acto reflexo espreguiça-se demoradamente, sorrindo para mim. Diz por fim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Queres ir à água ?&lt;br /&gt;-Sim .. quero mesmo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao despir-me na areia sinto o vento quente na minha pele e o cheiro a alperce do meu cabelo, ele pega-me na mão.&lt;br /&gt;Já não me sentia tão especial desde o dia em que fui a feira com ele, tudo tão popularmente mágico e ao mesmo tempo andrajoso. Combinação esquisita mas perfeita.&lt;br /&gt;A água, está incrivlmente morna, mesmo sendo 4 horas da tarde. A praia vazia, parei a meio do caminho enquanto que ele foi a correr para o mar. Fiquei a vê-lo .. virei-me e olhei para o horizonte, era tão caloroso. &lt;br /&gt;Não dei pela sua presença, apenas senti o abraço molhado e de seguida um arrepio pela espinha ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;]Água transparente, brilhas assim&lt;br /&gt;meu corpo no dele, nada me faz desaparecer... Quero ficar, Sim, para sempre[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao sairmos da água, ficamos a secar-nos ao sol .. os olhos dele,  de um castanho profundo, olhavam-me como se fosse esta a última vez ...Olhavam-me como se eu fosse Única e de certo modo Perfeita para ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;]Beijo profundo[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pierre, quando voltas ?&lt;br /&gt;-Quando quiseres ... volto sempre para ti, tu sabes&lt;br /&gt;-Sei sim .. também sabes que estou sempre para ti ...&lt;br /&gt;-Eu sei . E estou feliz contigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu largo um sorriso, daqueles meus sinceros e rasgados sem qualquer pudor.&lt;br /&gt;Ao nos despedirmos senti que tudo era possível, ela puxou-me com suavidade o cabelo para trás da orelha .. olhou-me uma última vez e disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Voltarei .. quando quiseres.&lt;br /&gt;-Então volta para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;]Esperaria para sempre por ele, e seria uma espera recompensada[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in Life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-5527901843676834405?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5527901843676834405/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=5527901843676834405&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/5527901843676834405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/5527901843676834405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2008/04/um-dia-na-vida-de-pierre.html' title='Um dia na vida de Pierre'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-4264141814002176504</id><published>2008-04-18T20:31:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T21:10:30.557+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Padrões de vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/SAj3exJFVMI/AAAAAAAAADk/Y_mwAztGzK0/s1600-h/Img004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/SAj3exJFVMI/AAAAAAAAADk/Y_mwAztGzK0/s320/Img004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190670678504068290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em nada me insiro, em nada me entendo. Para quê tentar perceber? Não há nada mais complicado que isto. Quero fundir-me com algo, fazer parte do mundo, mas do meu mundo. Tentar ir mais longe. Tentar voar. E mesmo não conseguindo, fico deitada no chão, porque sim, o meu chão tem um padrão, e eu faço de conta, que faço parte desse padrão. É simples. Tão simples e Bruto. É real. Só porque em nada me insiro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-4264141814002176504?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/4264141814002176504/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=4264141814002176504&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/4264141814002176504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/4264141814002176504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2008/04/padres-de-vida.html' title='Padrões de vida'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/SAj3exJFVMI/AAAAAAAAADk/Y_mwAztGzK0/s72-c/Img004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-87255576739316415</id><published>2008-04-17T20:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T20:56:10.044+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desilusões ou Ilusões</title><content type='html'>Por mais que tente, não consigo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero, sei lá, esqueçer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-87255576739316415?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/87255576739316415/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=87255576739316415&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/87255576739316415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/87255576739316415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2008/04/desiluses-ou-iluses.html' title='Desilusões ou Ilusões'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383052296944908698.post-4637401826365920597</id><published>2008-04-13T22:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:00:28.175+01:00</updated><title type='text'>is the nigth, That night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/SAKCchJFVLI/AAAAAAAAADc/7NnQZS_fTKA/s1600-h/--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/SAKCchJFVLI/AAAAAAAAADc/7NnQZS_fTKA/s320/--.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188853147128648882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was somehow cold but warm&lt;br /&gt;he looked at me, a smile (true, honest)&lt;br /&gt;No wonder i like you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are a special one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being with me tonight ' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just because it was a lovely night .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4383052296944908698-4637401826365920597?l=thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/feeds/4637401826365920597/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4383052296944908698&amp;postID=4637401826365920597&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/4637401826365920597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4383052296944908698/posts/default/4637401826365920597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefeelingsoftodaychangemefortomorrow.blogspot.com/2008/04/is-nigth-that-night.html' title='is the nigth, That night'/><author><name>Charlie '</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085235722991656881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DcCMW8rV2U/TmLFm9eZkrI/AAAAAAAAARM/gZ0uGdylFIo/s220/DSC01836.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_raPZ0n-A5kY/SAKCchJFVLI/AAAAAAAAADc/7NnQZS_fTKA/s72-c/--.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
