<?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-9054567</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:50:33.397+01:00</updated><title type='text'>.::~dream world~::.</title><subtitle type='html'>~In a world filled with hate, we must still dare to hope. In a world filled with anger, we must still dare to comfort. In a world filled with despair, we must still dare to dream. In a world filled with distrust, we must still dare to believe. ~ &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://img118.exs.cx/img118/2817/FinalFantasyVIIAdventChildrenfmv1.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476930505221865983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567.post-111316719361181564</id><published>2005-04-10T21:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T22:06:33.613+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ora bem..</title><content type='html'>Já n posto aki nada à IMENSO tempo é verdade ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gomenasai ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois.. *k raio é akilo ali em cima????* pergunta-se voçês. Akilo é o resultado de 2 semanas d férias d páscoa no café a estudar japonês lol.&lt;br /&gt;Gommenasai ou Sumimasen são a mesma coisa e significam desculpe/lamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIm tenho andado a estudar japonês. Já sei ler Hiragana e um pouco de Katakana (alfabetos fonéticos japoneses) mas ainda n consigo ler Kanjis (caracteres chineses também usados pelos japoneses para indicar palavras ou sons ^^; tee-hee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vou explicar muito por aki visto k ainda pouco ou nada sei sobre isto. Ainda so estou a dar a minha 1ª viste de olhos por akilo. Mais tarde começo a estudar a sério e dps kem sabe ja sabiba falar qs tao bem como falo inglês ^^ tee-heheheheh.&lt;br /&gt;Espero conseguir. Visto que, se eu quero MESMO ir estudar ou plo menos passar algum tempo no Japão, convem saber falar japonês, pois plo que sei, nem todos os japoneses têm acesso à aprendizagem da lingua inglesa como a maioria dos países do planeta, já que a propria lingua nacional já é complicada que chegue. ao ponto de estarem a estudar a propria lingua e alfabetos quase ate aos 30 anos d idd (axo k m matava.. aprendo os básicos e ja é muito xD) lol. Obviamente que eles aos 18 anos ja sabem os alfabetos foneticpos de hiragana e katakana de trás para a frente sem quaisquer problemas, mas aprender Kanjis é complicado até mesmo para os próprios Chineses que os criaram. Há mais de 10.000 kanjis e à volta de 3000 são comsiderados importantes na linguagem do dia a dia dos cidadãos japoneses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É né? ^^ tee-hee&lt;br /&gt;Sou completamente louca ^^&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bem axo k por hj é tudo ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tb n sei muito bem k mais dizer por aki visto k isto fikou meio ao abandono ^^ lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bjs&lt;br /&gt;Weura-Chan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054567-111316719361181564?l=dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/feeds/111316719361181564/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054567&amp;postID=111316719361181564' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/111316719361181564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/111316719361181564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/2005/04/ora-bem.html' title='ora bem..'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476930505221865983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567.post-110799098136289226</id><published>2005-02-09T23:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-09T23:16:21.363Z</updated><title type='text'>dildos.... isto só mm a gata pa me por nestas andanças...</title><content type='html'>(e lá se vai a minha reputaçao com o caraças... fikas a dever-me uma bem grande gata...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you ever used toys or other things during sex?&lt;br /&gt;nunca tive sexo ate hj.. inda sou novinha pah... :x mas axo k s fosse necessario apimentar as coisas pk nao os ditos "toys"??? (q tal como diss a gata.. ja lhe ouvi xamar mta coisa.. agr "toys"... so m faz lembrar o cantor pimba.. o k tira logo a vontade d fazer o k ker k seja...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you consider using dildos or other sexual toys in the future?&lt;br /&gt;n digo k nao.. entao akeles cubinhos de gelo...um paninho de seda.. coisas assim ^_^ (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your kinkiest fantasy you have yet to realize?&lt;br /&gt;sinceramente nao sei... mas dd k inclua morangos ou outro fruto afrodisiaco. :D e alguns cubinhos de gelo. tudo num ambiente de velas e assim, ambiente lusco-fusco p haver um pouco mais d a-vontade e tlx um pouco mais d atrevimento.. (e é mlhr n continuar.. lol) (ai a minha reputaçao d menininha calminha a ir plo cano abaixo xD lol)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who gave you this dildo?&lt;br /&gt;a maluka da minha cunhada, a gata.. kem mais????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who are the ones to receive this dildo from you?&lt;br /&gt;infelizmente ng.... lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054567-110799098136289226?l=dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/feeds/110799098136289226/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054567&amp;postID=110799098136289226' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/110799098136289226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/110799098136289226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/2005/02/dildos-isto-s-mm-gata-pa-me-por-nestas.html' title='dildos.... 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/&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/dreaming-soul.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your vivid emotions and imagination takes you awy from this world&lt;br /&gt;So much so that you tend to live in your head most of the time&lt;br /&gt;You have great dreams and ambitions that could be the envy of all...&lt;br /&gt;But for you, following through with your dreams is a bit difficult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are charming, endearing, and people tend to love you.&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving and tolerant, you see the world through rose colored glasses.&lt;br /&gt;Underneath it all, you have a ton of passion that you hide from others.&lt;br /&gt;Always hopeful, you tend to expect positive outcomes in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/newbornsoul.html"&gt;Newborn Soul&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/prophetsoul.html"&gt;Prophet Soul&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/travelersoul.html"&gt;Traveler Soul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/kindsoulquiz.html"&gt;What Kind of Soul Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054567-110608002512981699?l=dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/feeds/110608002512981699/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054567&amp;postID=110608002512981699' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/noillusions/1042510312_ResultsFox.jpg" border="0" alt="fox."&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are the fox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/noillusions/quizzes/Saint%20Exupery's%20'The%20Little%20Prince'%20Quiz./"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Saint Exupery's 'The Little Prince' Quiz.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054567-110584246067605373?l=dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/feeds/110584246067605373/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054567&amp;postID=110584246067605373' title='0 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/&gt;Tuesday I am fading&lt;br /&gt;And By Wednesday I can’t sleep&lt;br /&gt;Then the phone rings I hear you&lt;br /&gt;And the darkness is a clear view&lt;br /&gt;Cause you’ve come to rescue me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall, with you I fall so fast&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly catch my breath&lt;br /&gt;I hope it lasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I can finally&lt;br /&gt;Rest my head on something real&lt;br /&gt;I like the way that feels&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;It’s as if you know me better&lt;br /&gt;Than I ever knew myself&lt;br /&gt;I love how you can tell&lt;br /&gt;All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am moody and messy&lt;br /&gt;I get restless and it’s senseless&lt;br /&gt;How you never seem to care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm angry, you listen&lt;br /&gt;Make me happy, its your mission&lt;br /&gt;And you won't stop till I'm there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall, sometimes I fall so fast&lt;br /&gt;When I hit that bottom crash&lt;br /&gt;You’re all I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I can finally&lt;br /&gt;Rest my head on something real&lt;br /&gt;I like the way that feels&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;It’s as if you know me better&lt;br /&gt;Than I ever knew myself&lt;br /&gt;I love how you can tell&lt;br /&gt;All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know?&lt;br /&gt;Everything I’m about to say&lt;br /&gt;Am I that obvious?&lt;br /&gt;And if it’s written on my face&lt;br /&gt;I hope it never goes away&lt;br /&gt;Yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Monday I am waiting&lt;br /&gt;By Tuesday I am fading &lt;br /&gt;Into your arms&lt;br /&gt;So I can breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I can finally&lt;br /&gt;Rest my head on something real&lt;br /&gt;I like the way that feels&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;It’s as if you know me better&lt;br /&gt;Than I ever knew myself&lt;br /&gt;I love how you can tell&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;I love how you can tell&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;I love how you can tell&lt;br /&gt;All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me&lt;br /&gt;Pieces, pieces, pieces of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054567-110511259765425950?l=dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/feeds/110511259765425950/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054567&amp;postID=110511259765425950' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/110511259765425950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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estudo, que abrangeu cerca 200 mil avestruzes durante mais de 80 anos, não registou um único caso em que uma avestruz fosse vista a enfiar a cabeça na areia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os porcos não são fisicamente capazes de olhar para o céu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais de 50% das pessoas, no mundo inteiro, nunca fizeram nem receberam chamadas telefônicas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os ratos e os cavalos não conseguem vomitar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se espirrares com muita força podes partir uma costela &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Se tentares impedir que um espirro seja expelido podes morrer ao causares a ruptura duma veia no cérebro ou na nuca &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Se mantiveres, a forca, os olhos abertos durante um espirro é possível que eles saiam da órbita &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os ratos multiplicam-se tão rapidamente que, em 18 meses, um casal de ratos pode ter para cima de um milhão de descendentes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O isqueiro foi inventado antes do fósforo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35% das pessoas que utilizam os anúncios em jornais a procura de companhia são já casadas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23% das avarias em fotocopiadoras, a nível mundial, são causadas por pessoas que se sentam no aparelho para fotocopiarem o traseiro &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao longo duma vida, em média, cada pessoa engole durante o sono cerca de 70 insetos e 10 aranhas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pó de arroz inclui quase sempre escamas de peixe na sua composição &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal como as impressões digitais, a superfície da língua é diferente de pessoa para pessoa &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;75% das pessoas que lêem este e-mail tentam lamber o cotovelo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fixe huh? ;)&lt;br /&gt;(n n tentei lamber o cotovelo... :s.. é o mm k tentar coçar os olhos com os cotovelos)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567.post-110184286832125254</id><published>2004-11-30T19:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-30T19:27:48.326Z</updated><title type='text'> Lara Fabian - Love By Grace </title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I remember the rain on the roof that morning&lt;br /&gt;And all the things that I wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;The angry words&lt;br /&gt;That came from nowhere without warning&lt;br /&gt;That stole the moment and sent me away&lt;br /&gt;And you standing there at the doorway crying&lt;br /&gt;And me wondering if I'd ever be back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I didn't come here to leave you&lt;br /&gt;I didn't come here to lose&lt;br /&gt;I didn't come here believing&lt;br /&gt;I would ever be away from you&lt;br /&gt;I didn't come here to find out&lt;br /&gt;There's a weakness in my faith&lt;br /&gt;I was brought here by the power of love (love)&lt;br /&gt;Love by grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I remember the road just went on forever&lt;br /&gt;Just couldn't seem to turn that car around&lt;br /&gt;Till in the distance like a long lost treasure&lt;br /&gt;A phone booth that just could not be found&lt;br /&gt;And you standing there at the doorway waiting&lt;br /&gt;And the moment when we laid back down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I didn't come here to leave you&lt;br /&gt;I didn't come here to lose&lt;br /&gt;I didn't come here believing&lt;br /&gt;I would ever be away from you&lt;br /&gt;I didn't come here to find out&lt;br /&gt;There's a weakness in my faith&lt;br /&gt;I was brought here by the power of love…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was just a moment in time&lt;br /&gt;And one we'll never forget&lt;br /&gt;One we can leave behind&lt;br /&gt;Cause when there was doubt&lt;br /&gt;You'll remember I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't come here believing&lt;br /&gt;I would ever be away from you&lt;br /&gt;I didn't come here to find out&lt;br /&gt;There's a weakness in my faith, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I was brought here by the power of love&lt;br /&gt;I was brought here by the power of love…&lt;br /&gt;Love by grace&lt;br /&gt;Mmm…la-la-la-la, love by grace&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you... **** my sweet angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://img56.exs.cx/img56/6011/FinalFantasyX-2ScreenShotsofFMV331.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054567-110184286832125254?l=dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/feeds/110184286832125254/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567.post-110106935869341503</id><published>2004-11-21T20:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-21T20:35:58.693Z</updated><title type='text'>quizes</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=300 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are the Individualist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font color="#0000CC" size="+6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  4&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sensitive and intuitive, with others and yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are creative and dreamy... plus dramatic and unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're emotionally honest, real, and easily hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally expressive, others always know exactly how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/numberquiz.html"&gt;What number are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054567-110106935869341503?l=dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/feeds/110106935869341503/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054567&amp;postID=110106935869341503' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/110106935869341503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/110106935869341503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/2004/11/quizes.html' title='quizes'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476930505221865983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567.post-110104951694213760</id><published>2004-11-21T14:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-21T15:05:16.943Z</updated><title type='text'> Cindy Lauper - true Colors </title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;You with the sad eyes, &lt;br /&gt;Don't be discouraged though I realize, &lt;br /&gt;It's hard to take courage, &lt;br /&gt;In a world full of people you can lose sight of it all, &lt;br /&gt;And the darkness inside you makes you feel so small. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I see your true colours shining through, &lt;br /&gt;I see your true colours and that's why I love you, &lt;br /&gt;So don't be afraid to let them show your true colours are beautiful like a rainbow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me you smiling, &lt;br /&gt;Don't be unhappy can't remember when I, &lt;br /&gt;Last saw you laughing, &lt;br /&gt;if this one makes you crazy and you've taken all you can get, &lt;br /&gt;You call me up because you know I'll be there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I see your true colours shining through, &lt;br /&gt;I see your true colours and that's why I love you, &lt;br /&gt;So don't be afraid to let them show your true colours are beautiful like a rainbow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember when I last you laughin, &lt;br /&gt;if this one makes you crazy and you've taken all you can get, &lt;br /&gt;You call me up because you know I'll be there.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And I see your true colours shining through, &lt;br /&gt;I see your true colours and thats why I love you, &lt;br /&gt;So don't be afraid to let them show your true colours true colors&lt;br /&gt;true colors are shinnig through. &lt;br /&gt;I see your true colours and thats why I love you, &lt;br /&gt;So don't be afraid to let them show your true colours, &lt;br /&gt;Ya true colours are beautiful like a rainbow&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054567-110104951694213760?l=dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567.post-110095672892110337</id><published>2004-11-20T13:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-20T13:18:48.920Z</updated><title type='text'>Listen as the wind blows</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://img119.exs.cx/img119/5835/me48.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen as the wind blows…from across the great divide…voices trapped in yarning… memories trapped in time…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night is my companion…And solitude is my guide…Would I spent forever here and not be satisfied?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would be the one…To hold you down, kiss you so hard…I’ll take your breath away…And after I’d wiped away the tears…Just close your eyes dear…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through this world I’ve stumbled…So many times betrayed…trying to find an honest word to find the truth enslaved…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you speak to me in riddles…and you speak to me in rhymes…my body aches to breathe your breath…Your words keep me alive…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would be the one…to hold you down, kiss you so hard…I’ll take your breath away…And after I’d wiped the tears away…Just close your eyes dear…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into this night I wander, it’s morning that I dread…Another day of knowing of the path I fear to tread…Oh into the sea of waking dreams I follow without pride…Nothing between us here, and I won’t be denied…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would be the one…to hold you down, kiss you so hard…I’ll take your breath away…And after I’d wiped away the tears…Just close your eyes dear…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054567-110095672892110337?l=dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567.post-110089703567881188</id><published>2004-11-19T20:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-19T20:43:55.676Z</updated><title type='text'>é o k faz andar a dormir...</title><content type='html'>As vezes apercebo-me do "efeito Xanax" em mim logo pla manha quando tenho que ir apanhar o autocarro às 7.55 da manhã para ir ter aulas as 8.25... :s Pois bem a melhor de todas estas viagens para a escola, foi numa manhã de nevoeiro, fria como tudo em que nem conseguia respirar pelo nariz e muito menos abrir os olhos... cara gelada e cerebro totalmente bloqueado.. e para compensar esse frio todo o autocarro que nos calhou nessa manha foi um daqueles minusculos completamente carregados de gente... ora bem, com isto tudo, eu ja completamente atrofiada do juizo lembro-me de tar a falar desse pequeno pormenor do autocarro a uma amiga minha e de repente dizer muito naturalmente:&lt;br /&gt;- Este pessoal da câmara gosta muito de nos fazer de latinhas ensardadas...&lt;br /&gt;- Pois.. é verdade.. ja mandavam um autocarro maior...&lt;br /&gt;Por momento fiquei a pensar que algo que tinha dito nao me tinha soado bem.. mas não estava a ver o quê...&lt;br /&gt;- olha lá.. não te apreceu que alguma coisa que disse te soou mal?&lt;br /&gt;- Não... porquê?&lt;br /&gt;Ficamos as duas a olhar uma para a outra ate que finalmente me apercebo da bruta bacurada que disse e me começo a rir a bom rir.&lt;br /&gt;- que se passa? tá-te a dar com força ou o quê?&lt;br /&gt;A coitada ficou a manhã toda sem saber o que se tinha passado e lá ficámos como umas belas latinahs ensardadas até ao fim da viajem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando cada vez melhor... ainda tou para ver qual vai ser a próxima proesa... :s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567.post-110089332345405278</id><published>2004-11-19T19:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-19T19:42:03.453Z</updated><title type='text'>... é bem... é justo.. lol</title><content type='html'>(tenho a dizer que não somos assim tão fáceis!!!)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;História ilustrativa de como funciona o raciocínio das mulheres...&lt;br /&gt;Um gajo acorda com a mãe de todas as ressacas, vira-se, e ao lado da cama há um copo de água e duas aspirinas.&lt;br /&gt;Olha em volta e vê sua roupa passada e pendurada. O quarto está em&lt;br /&gt;perfeita ordem. Há um bilhete da sua mulher:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Querido, deixei-te café pronto na cozinha. Fui ao supermercado.&lt;br /&gt;Beijos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele desce e encontra um grande café esperando por ele. Pergunta ao filho:&lt;br /&gt;- O que aconteceu ontem?&lt;br /&gt;- Bem, pai, tu chegaste às 3 da manhã, completamente bêbado, vomitaste o tapete da sala, partiste móveis e deste cabo do olho ao bater contra a porta do quarto.&lt;br /&gt;- E porque é que está tudo arrumado, café feito, roupa passada, aspirinas para a ressaca e um bilhete amoroso da tua mãe?&lt;br /&gt;- Bem, é que mãe arrastou-te até a cama, e quando te começou a tirar as calças, tu gritaste: "Não faça isso, eu sou casado!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054567-110089332345405278?l=dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/feeds/110089332345405278/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054567&amp;postID=110089332345405278' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/110089332345405278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/110089332345405278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/2004/11/bem-justo-lol.html' title='... é bem... é justo.. lol'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476930505221865983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567.post-110089312837260495</id><published>2004-11-19T19:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-19T19:38:48.373Z</updated><title type='text'>SERÁ QUE HÁ NECESSIDADE DE COMPLICAR AS COISAS ?</title><content type='html'>Um agricultor muito rico casou-se com uma mulher muito pobre.&lt;br /&gt;Como era um homem generoso ofereceu casa, carro e emprego a todos os familiares da esposa. &lt;br /&gt;Todos ficaram muito felizes: pai, mãe e irmão.&lt;br /&gt;Certo dia, a mulher procurou os seus familiares e confessou-lhes:&lt;br /&gt;- Não aguento mais o meu marido. Acho que me vou divorciar.&lt;br /&gt;O pai indagou:&lt;br /&gt;- Ele é um bom homem, minha filha. Ele ama-te e respeita-te...&lt;br /&gt;- Mas pai, o meu marido SÓ quer fazer sexo anal! E eu não aguento mais.. não me posso baixar para apanhar nada que lá vem ele. Quando me casei o meu "olho traseiro" parecia uma moeda de 1 cêntimo e agora parece uma moeda de 1 Euro.&lt;br /&gt;- Ó Filha... vais arranjar uma encrenca por causa de 99 cêntimos ?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054567-110089312837260495?l=dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/feeds/110089312837260495/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054567&amp;postID=110089312837260495' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/110089312837260495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/110089312837260495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/2004/11/ser-que-h-necessidade-de-complicar-as.html' title='SERÁ QUE HÁ NECESSIDADE DE COMPLICAR AS COISAS ?'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476930505221865983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567.post-110080675924224022</id><published>2004-11-18T19:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-18T19:39:19.243Z</updated><title type='text'>Homens Vs Mulheres</title><content type='html'>Um homem, circulava descansado no seu carro. Em sentido contrário passa outro carro, conduzido por uma mulher que grita: Cavalo! O homen responde: Vaca! Entretanto seguem caminho...o homem todo contente com a sua façanha sorri, quando vira na primeira curva, eis que.......... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://img91.exs.cx/img91/7544/cavalo1.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUSÃO: OS HOMENS NUNCA PERCEBEM O QUE AS MULHERES DIZEM!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054567-110080675924224022?l=dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/feeds/110080675924224022/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054567&amp;postID=110080675924224022' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/110080675924224022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/110080675924224022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/2004/11/homens-vs-mulheres.html' title='Homens Vs Mulheres'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476930505221865983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567.post-110063665445868915</id><published>2004-11-16T20:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-16T20:24:14.456Z</updated><title type='text'>ora aqui está um texto que nos faz justiça! :)))</title><content type='html'> ALGUNS MOTIVOS PELOS QUAIS OS HOMENS GOSTAM DAS MULHERES !!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- O cheirinho delas é sempre gostoso, mesmo que seja só xampu. &lt;br /&gt;2- O jeitinho que elas têm de sempre encontrar o lugarzinho certo em nosso ombro. &lt;br /&gt;3- A facilidade com a qual cabem em nossos braços. &lt;br /&gt;4- O jeito que têm de nos beijar e, de repente, fazer o mundo ficar perfeito. &lt;br /&gt;5- Como são encantadoras quando comem. &lt;br /&gt;6- Elas levam horas para se vestir, mas no final vale a pena. &lt;br /&gt;7- Porque estão sempre quentinhas, mesmo que esteja fazendo trinta graus &lt;br /&gt;abaixo de zero lá fora. &lt;br /&gt;8- Como sempre ficam bonitas, mesmo de jeans, camiseta e rabo-de-cavalo. &lt;br /&gt;9- Aquele jeitinho sutil de pedir um elogio. &lt;br /&gt;10- Como ficam lindas quando discutem. &lt;br /&gt;11- O modo que tem de sempre encontrar a nossa mão. &lt;br /&gt;12- O brilho nos olhos quando sorriem. &lt;br /&gt;13- Ouvir a mensagem delas na secretária eletrônica logo depois de uma briga horrível. &lt;br /&gt;14- O jeito que têm de dizer "Não vamos brigar mais, não...", embora você saiba que dali a uma hora... &lt;br /&gt;15- A ternura com que nos beijam quando lhes fazemos uma delicadeza. &lt;br /&gt;16- O modo de nos beijarem quando dizemos "eu te amo". &lt;br /&gt;17- Pensando bem, só o modo de nos beijarem já basta. &lt;br /&gt;18- O modo que têm de se atirar em nossos braços quando choram. &lt;br /&gt;19- O jeito de pedir desculpas por terem chorado por alguma bobagem. &lt;br /&gt;20- O fato de nos darem um tapa achando que vai doer. &lt;br /&gt;21- O modo com que pedem perdão quando o tapa dói mesmo (embora jamais admitamos que doeu). &lt;br /&gt;22- O jeitinho de dizerem "estou com saudades". &lt;br /&gt;23- As saudades que sentimos delas. &lt;br /&gt;24- A maneira que suas lágrimas têm de nos fazer querer mudar o mundo para que mais nada lhes cause dor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054567-110063665445868915?l=dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/feeds/110063665445868915/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054567&amp;postID=110063665445868915' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/110063665445868915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/110063665445868915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/2004/11/ora-aqui-est-um-texto-que-nos-faz.html' title='ora aqui está um texto que nos faz justiça! :)))'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476930505221865983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567.post-110063627067536746</id><published>2004-11-16T20:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-16T20:17:50.676Z</updated><title type='text'>Desculpa gata...</title><content type='html'>Por me ter esquecido destas palavras que me deste quando mais precisei.. quando andava mais confusa.. quando pensava que os meus problemas tinham começado e nao percebia que aquilo nao passavam de sustos para me preparar para o que passei... na altura nao percebi o que quiseste dizer com estas palavras tao suaves mas tao profundas e directas... hoje voltei a lê-las e vi o que me quiseste mostrar.. o que me quiseste dizer...&lt;br /&gt;O apoio que me deste e nao entendi na altura por que na realidade nao precisei dele.. mas serviu para o meu presente... obrigada Gata. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«tem cuidado contigo. sempre que, à medida que fores crescendo, tiveres vontade de converter as coisas erradas em coisas certas, lembra-te de que a primeira revolução a fazer é dentro de nós próprios, a primeira e a mais importante. lutar por uma ideia sem se ter uma ideia de nós próprios é uma das coisas mais perigosas que se pode fazer.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    quando te sentires perdida, confusa, pensa nas árvores, lembra-te da forma como crescem. lembra-te de que uma árvore com muita ramagem e poucas raízes é derrubada à primeira rajada de vento, e de que a linfa custa a correr numa árvore com muitas raízes e pouca ramagem. as raízes e os ramos devem crescer de igual modo, deves estar nas coisas e estar sobre as coisas, só assim poderás dar sombra e abrigo, só assim, na estação apropriada, poderás cobrir-te de flores e de frutos.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    e quando à tua frente se abrirem muitas estradas e não souberes a que hás-de escolher, não metas por uma ao acaso, senta-te e espera. respira com a mesma profundidade confiante com que respiraste no dia em que vieste ao mundo, e sem deixares que nada te distraia, espera e volta a esperar. fica quieta, em silêncio, e ouve o teu coração. quando ele te falar, levanta-te, e vai para onde ele te levar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vai onde te leva o coração" de Susana Tamaro»&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054567-110063627067536746?l=dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/feeds/110063627067536746/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054567&amp;postID=110063627067536746' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/110063627067536746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/110063627067536746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/2004/11/desculpa-gata.html' title='Desculpa gata...'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476930505221865983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567.post-110044298738429381</id><published>2004-11-14T14:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-14T14:40:15.206Z</updated><title type='text'>Chii - Let me Be With you</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Yeah, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Let me be with you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make sure the two of us meet, I cast a spell&lt;br /&gt;Our hands are gently touch, and then look at me smile&lt;br /&gt;We pretend not to realize how we really feel&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly, we fell in love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Let me be with you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Let me be with you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Let me be with you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Yeah&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold you tight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Let me be with you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, unable to say it, I've just been hiding it&lt;br /&gt;I'm only acting strong, that's all it is, please see through it&lt;br /&gt;Just wait five more minutes until we can meet&lt;br /&gt;And after that we fell in love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Let me be with you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Let me be with you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Let me be with you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to cry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we let go our joined hands&lt;br /&gt;It makes me uneasy&lt;br /&gt;It makes me uneasy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Let me be with you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Let me be with you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Let me be with you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to hold you&lt;br /&gt;I just want to hold you&lt;br /&gt;I just want to hold you&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054567-110044298738429381?l=dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/feeds/110044298738429381/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054567&amp;postID=110044298738429381' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/110044298738429381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/110044298738429381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/2004/11/chii-let-me-be-with-you.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Chii - Let me Be With you&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476930505221865983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567.post-110038645544846375</id><published>2004-11-13T22:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-13T22:54:15.446Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma curiosidade.. interessante... lol</title><content type='html'>Acho que não comento nada em relação ao assunto.. visto que não tenho qualquer voto na materia... mas achei isto muito interessante.. (tal como o próprio tema abordado também o é.. e naõ me venha dizer que sou tarada porque voces também o são lolada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabiam que se pode detectar na pele se uma pessoa é sexualmente ativa ou não? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. O sexo é um tratamento de beleza. Provas científicas demonstram que quando as mulheres fazem amor produzem maiores quantidades de estrógeno que dá brilho ao cabelo e deixa a pele tenra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Fazer amor de forma tranquila e relaxada reduz as probabilidades de sofrer dermatites, urticárias ou granos. O suor que se produz limpa os poros e dá luminosidade para a pele. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3. Fazer amor queima as calorias durante a cena romântica. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4. O sexo é um dos desportos mais seguros que se pode praticar. Estira e tonifica quase todos os músculos do corpo. Desfruta-se mais que andar 20 piscinas, e não necessita sapatilhas especiais ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. O sexo é uma cura instantânea para a depressão leve. Libera endorfinas na corrente sanguínea, produzindo uma sensação de euforia e deixa com uma sensação de bem-estar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Quanto mais sexo praticar, mais sexo vai querer. O corpo sexualmente ativo desprende maiores quantidades de ferormônios. Estes sutis perfumes sexuais deixam louco o sexo &lt;br /&gt;oposto ! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7. O sexo é o tranquilizante mais seguro do mundo. É 10 VEZES MAIS EFICAZ QUE O VALIUM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Beijar todos dias mantém alegre o dentista. Durante um beijo liberta-se saliva que limpa os restos de comida dos dentes e reduz os níveis dos ácidos causadores de cáries, e previne contra o tártaro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. O sexo realmente alivia as dores de cabeça. Uma sessão fazendo amor alivia a tensão que aperta os vasos sanguíneos do cérebro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Fazer muito amor descongestiona o nariz fechado. Sexo é um anti-histamínico internacional. Ajuda a combater asma e alergias. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concluindo, resumindo e não complicando.... DESFRUTE DO SEXO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054567-110038645544846375?l=dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/feeds/110038645544846375/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054567&amp;postID=110038645544846375' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/110038645544846375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/110038645544846375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/2004/11/uma-curiosidade-interessante-lol.html' title='Uma curiosidade.. interessante... lol'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476930505221865983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567.post-110035109629262920</id><published>2004-11-13T13:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-13T13:04:56.293Z</updated><title type='text'>Lenda japonesa</title><content type='html'>Era uma vez um grande samurai, que vivia perto de Tóquio. &lt;br /&gt;Mesmo idoso, dedicava-se a ensinar a arte zen aos jovens.&lt;br /&gt;Apesar da idade, corria a lenda de que ainda era capaz de derrotar&lt;br /&gt;qualquer adversário.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Certa tarde, um guerreiro, conhecido pela total falta de escrúpulos,&lt;br /&gt;apareceu por ali.&lt;br /&gt;Queria derrotar o samurai e aumentar a sua fama.&lt;br /&gt;O velho aceitou o desafio e o jovem começou a insultá-lo, chutou algumas&lt;br /&gt;pedras na sua direcção, cuspiu-lhe no rosto, gritou insultos, ofendeu os&lt;br /&gt;seus ancestrais.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Durante horas fez tudo para provocá-lo, mas o velho permaneceu&lt;br /&gt;impassível.&lt;br /&gt;No fim do dia, sentindo-se já exausto e humilhado, o guerreiro&lt;br /&gt;retirou-se.&lt;br /&gt;E os alunos, surpreendidos, perguntaram ao mestre como pudera ele&lt;br /&gt;suportar tanta indignidade.&lt;br /&gt;- Se alguém chega até ti com um presente e não o aceitas, a quem&lt;br /&gt;pertence o presente?&lt;br /&gt;- A quem tentou entregá-lo! - respondeu um dos discípulos.&lt;br /&gt;- O mesmo vale para a inveja, a raiva e os insultos.&lt;br /&gt;Quando não são aceites, continuam pertencendo a quem os carregava&lt;br /&gt;consigo.&lt;br /&gt;A tua paz interior depende exclusivamente de ti.&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas não te podem tirar a calma. Só se o permitires...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Autor desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(obrigada por este e-mail gata... :) foi bom ter uma nova visao das coisas)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054567-110035109629262920?l=dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/feeds/110035109629262920/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054567&amp;postID=110035109629262920' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/110035109629262920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/110035109629262920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/2004/11/lenda-japonesa.html' title='Lenda japonesa'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476930505221865983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567.post-110034099815565406</id><published>2004-11-13T10:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-13T10:16:38.156Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque chumbamos nos exames....</title><content type='html'>(eu não sei quem chegou a esta brilhante conclusão... mas acho que me agrada...) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ainda dizem que a globalização de pensamento e de lógica não existe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um ano tem 365 dias para podermos estudar.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tirar 52 domingos, só nos restam 313 dias.&lt;br /&gt;No verão há 50 dias durante os quais faz demasiado calor para poder estudar.&lt;br /&gt;Assim restam-nos 263 dias.&lt;br /&gt;Dormimos 8 horas por dia, por ano isso são 122 dias. Agora temos 141 dias.&lt;br /&gt;Se nos derem 1 hora por dia para fazer o que nos apetecer, &lt;br /&gt;15 dias desaparecem, assim restam-nos 126 dias. Gastamos 2 horas por dia a comer,&lt;br /&gt;assim usamos desta maneira 30 dias e sobram-nos apenas 96 dias no nosso ano.&lt;br /&gt;Gastamos 1 hora por dia a falar com amigos e familiares, o que nos tira 15 dias mas...&lt;br /&gt;ainda restam 81. &lt;br /&gt;Exames e testes ocupam no mínimo 35 dias do nosso ano, portanto só³ nos restam 46. &lt;br /&gt;Tirando aproximadamente 40 dias de férias e feriados, ficamos apenas com 6 dias. &lt;br /&gt;Digamos que no minimo estás 3 dias doente, e estás então com apenas 3 dias para poder&lt;br /&gt;estudar! Digamos também que só sais 2 dias! Só resta 1 dia !!!! Porém, esse único&lt;br /&gt;dia.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é o teu aniversário!...portanto......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PORRA!!! COMO É QUE EU CONSEGUI ESTUDAR!? O QUE É QUE EU PERDI!? E VOCÊS O&lt;br /&gt;QUE PERDERAM!? ESTOU A FICAR PREOCUPADO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054567-110034099815565406?l=dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/feeds/110034099815565406/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054567&amp;postID=110034099815565406' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/110034099815565406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/110034099815565406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/2004/11/porque-chumbamos-nos-exames.html' title='Porque chumbamos nos exames....'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476930505221865983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567.post-110034076838752699</id><published>2004-11-13T10:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-13T10:23:35.486Z</updated><title type='text'>O convite da Loucura</title><content type='html'>A Loucura resolveu convidar os amigos para tomar um café em sua casa. &lt;br /&gt;Todos os convidados foram. Após o café, a Loucura propôs: &lt;br /&gt;- Vamos brincar de esconde-esconde? &lt;br /&gt;- Esconde-esconde? O que é isso? - perguntou a Curiosidade. &lt;br /&gt;- Esconde-esconde é uma brincadeira. Eu conto até cem e vocês se escondem. &lt;br /&gt;Ao terminar de contar, eu vou procurar, e o primeiro a ser encontrado será &lt;br /&gt;o próximo a contar. &lt;br /&gt;Todos aceitaram, menos o Medo e a Preguiça. &lt;br /&gt;-1,2,3,... - a Loucura começou a contar. &lt;br /&gt;A Pressa escondeu-se primeiro, num lugar qualquer. A Timidez, tímida como sempre, escondeu-se na copa de uma árvore. A Alegria correu para o meio do jardim. Já a Tristeza começou a chorar, pois não encontrava um local apropriado para se esconder. A Inveja acompanhou o Triunfo e se escondeu perto dele debaixo de uma pedra. A Loucura continuava a contar e os seus amigos iam se escondendo. O Desespero ficou desesperado ao ver que a &lt;br /&gt;Loucura já estava no noventa e nove. &lt;br /&gt;- CEM! - gritou a Loucura. - Vou começar a procurar... &lt;br /&gt;A primeira a aparecer foi a Curiosidade, já que não agüentava mais querendo saber quem seria o próximo a contar. Ao olhar para o lado, a Loucura viu a Dúvida em cima de uma cerca sem saber em qual dos lados ficar para melhor se esconder. E assim foram aparecendo a Alegria, a Tristeza, a Timidez... &lt;br /&gt;Quando estavam todos reunidos, a Curiosidade perguntou: - Onde está o Amor? &lt;br /&gt;Ninguém o tinha visto. A Loucura começou a procurá-lo. Procurou em cima da montanha, nos rios, debaixo das pedras e nada do Amor aparecer. Procurando por todos os lados, a Loucura viu uma roseira, pegou um pauzinho e começou a procurar entre os galhos, quando de repente ouviu um grito. Era o Amor, gritando por ter furado o olho com um espinho. A Loucura não sabia o que fazer. Pediu desculpas, implorou pelo perdão do Amor e até prometeu segui-lo para sempre. O Amor aceitou as desculpas. Hoje, o Amor é cego e a Loucura o acompanha sempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054567-110034076838752699?l=dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/feeds/110034076838752699/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054567&amp;postID=110034076838752699' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/110034076838752699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/110034076838752699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/2004/11/o-convite-da-loucura.html' title='O convite da Loucura'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476930505221865983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567.post-110027454473310786</id><published>2004-11-12T15:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-12T15:49:04.733Z</updated><title type='text'>Funny...</title><content type='html'>É incrivel .... mas é verdade.. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://img49.exs.cx/img49/7749/readingtest.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054567-110027454473310786?l=dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/feeds/110027454473310786/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054567&amp;postID=110027454473310786' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/110027454473310786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/110027454473310786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/2004/11/funny.html' title='Funny...'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476930505221865983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567.post-110025824930190649</id><published>2004-11-12T11:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-12T11:17:29.300Z</updated><title type='text'>What a smart Dog...</title><content type='html'>eheheh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://img126.exs.cx/img126/9331/Smart20Dog.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No comments... &lt;br /&gt;Acho que depois de uma demonstração fantastica de inteligência por parte deste cão comentários não são necessarios xD lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054567-110025824930190649?l=dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/feeds/110025824930190649/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054567&amp;postID=110025824930190649' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/110025824930190649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/110025824930190649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/2004/11/what-smart-dog.html' title='What a smart Dog...'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476930505221865983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567.post-110020182881286992</id><published>2004-11-11T19:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-12T11:22:54.196Z</updated><title type='text'>Bôa - Duvet</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://img30.exs.cx/img30/89/duvet.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And you don't seem to understand&lt;br /&gt;A shame you seemed an honest man&lt;br /&gt;And all the fears you hold so dear&lt;br /&gt;Will turn to whisper in your ear&lt;br /&gt;And you know what they say might hurt you&lt;br /&gt;And you know that it means so much&lt;br /&gt;And you don't even feel a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am falling, I am fading,&lt;br /&gt;I have lost it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you don't seem the lying kind&lt;br /&gt;A shame that I can read your mind&lt;br /&gt;And all the things that I read there&lt;br /&gt;Candle-lit smile that we both share&lt;br /&gt;And you know I don't mean to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;But you know that it means so much&lt;br /&gt;And you don't even feel a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am falling, I am fading, I am drowning,&lt;br /&gt;Help me to breathe&lt;br /&gt;I am hurting, I have lost it all&lt;br /&gt;I am losing&lt;br /&gt;Help me to breathe&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054567-110020182881286992?l=dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/feeds/110020182881286992/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054567&amp;postID=110020182881286992' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/110020182881286992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/110020182881286992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/2004/11/ba-duvet.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Bôa - Duvet&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476930505221865983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567.post-109994286057224070</id><published>2004-11-08T19:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-08T19:41:00.573Z</updated><title type='text'>Follow this and you'll be okay (..I think..)</title><content type='html'>Twenty Behaviors That Ruin Relationships &lt;br /&gt;1. Tell your partner what to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Act like your partner's child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Act as if you were your partner's parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Attack the partner rather than the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Blame your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Reply before you understand what was said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Be hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Be hostile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Use demeaning words and abusive behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Treat your partner as a possession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Avoid eye contact while your partner is talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Interrupt frequently while your partner is talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Criticize your partner, especially in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Ignore your own personal hygiene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Take your stress out on your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Don't tell your partner about your boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Expect your partner to read your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Lie, deceive, and break promises to your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have an affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Discourage your partner from having any hobbies, outside interests, or friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty Behaviors That Nurture Relationships&lt;br /&gt;1. Tell your partner what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Take responsibility for meeting your own needs and wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Allow your partner to be responsible for meeting his or her own needs and wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Attack the issue, not the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Take responsibility for making or negotiating necessary changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ask questions to be certain you understood what your partner has said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Stay calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Express anger respectfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Avoid abuse; consider counseling if abuse is pervasive within the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Respect your partner's individuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Use active listening skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Allow your partner to complete his or her thought before replying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Choose a private time to communicate and negotiate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Show your respect for yourself and your partner by taking care of your hygiene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Confront and resolve your problems at the source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Teach your partner, from the beginning of the relationship, about your limits and expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Tell your partner what you want, and negotiate solutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Be honest and keep your promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Discuss your wants with your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Support and encourage your partner to state and negotiate his or her own needs and wants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054567-109994286057224070?l=dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/feeds/109994286057224070/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054567&amp;postID=109994286057224070' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/109994286057224070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/109994286057224070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/2004/11/follow-this-and-youll-be-okay-i-think.html' title='Follow this and you&apos;ll be okay (..I think..)'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476930505221865983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567.post-109992591563065716</id><published>2004-11-08T14:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-08T14:58:35.630Z</updated><title type='text'>A sweet and sad story</title><content type='html'>A girl and a boy were on a motorcycle, speeding through the night. They loved each other a lot.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "slow down a little.. I'm scared.."&lt;br /&gt;Boy: "No, it's so fun.." &lt;br /&gt;Girl: "please..it's so scary.."&lt;br /&gt;Boy: "Then say that you love me.." &lt;br /&gt;Girl: "Fine..I love you..can you slow down now?" &lt;br /&gt;Boy: "Give me a big hug.." &lt;br /&gt;The girl gave him a big hug. &lt;br /&gt;Girl: "Now can you slow down?" &lt;br /&gt;Boy: "Can you take off my helmet and put it on? It's uncomfortable and it's bothering me while i drive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, there was a story in the newspaper. &lt;br /&gt;A motorcycle had crashed into a building because its brakes were broken. There were two people on the motorcycle, of which one died, and the other had survived...&lt;br /&gt;The guy knew that the brakes were broken. He didn't want to let the girl know, because he knew that the girl would have gotten scared. Instead, he was told the last time that she loved him, got a hug from her, put his helmet on her so that she can live, and die himself... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in awhile, Right in the middle of an ordinary life, Love gives us a fairy tale...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054567-109992591563065716?l=dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/feeds/109992591563065716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054567&amp;postID=109992591563065716' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/109992591563065716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/109992591563065716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/2004/11/sweet-and-sad-story.html' title='&lt;center&gt;A sweet and sad story&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476930505221865983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567.post-109984921986283166</id><published>2004-11-07T17:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-07T17:40:19.863Z</updated><title type='text'>Algo k encontrei e achei interessante compartilhar...</title><content type='html'>The Beauty of Maths &lt;br /&gt;Can't help posting this, coz it's too funny...... lol......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I am not studying???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Study = Fail ....................... ( I )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study = No Fail ............................ ( II )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Combining ( I ) &amp; ( II ) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&gt; ( No Study + Study ) = ( No Fail + Fail )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Taking ( Study ) as a common factor in the left hand side&lt;br /&gt;And Taking ( Fail ) as a common factor in the right hand side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&gt; Study ( No + 1) = Fail (No + 1 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Dividing both sides by ( No + 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&gt; Study = Fail &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO STOP STUDYING OR YOU'LL FAIL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(começo a gostar mais da matemática..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054567-109984921986283166?l=dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/feeds/109984921986283166/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054567&amp;postID=109984921986283166' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/109984921986283166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/109984921986283166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/2004/11/algo-k-encontrei-e-achei-interessante.html' title='Algo k encontrei e achei interessante compartilhar...'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476930505221865983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567.post-109984747615554583</id><published>2004-11-07T17:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-07T17:11:16.156Z</updated><title type='text'>Will You Be There?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;In our darkest hour&lt;br /&gt;In my deepest despair&lt;br /&gt;Will you still care&lt;br /&gt;Will you be there&lt;br /&gt;In my trials&lt;br /&gt;And my tribulations&lt;br /&gt;Through our doubts&lt;br /&gt;And my frustration&lt;br /&gt;In my violence&lt;br /&gt;And my turbulence&lt;br /&gt;Through my fear&lt;br /&gt;And my confession&lt;br /&gt;In my anguish&lt;br /&gt;And my pain&lt;br /&gt;Through my joy&lt;br /&gt;And my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;And the promise&lt;br /&gt;Of another tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let you part&lt;br /&gt;For you're always&lt;br /&gt;In my heart&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054567-109984747615554583?l=dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/feeds/109984747615554583/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9054567&amp;postID=109984747615554583' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/109984747615554583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/109984747615554583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/2004/11/will-you-be-there.html' title='Will You Be There?'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476930505221865983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054567.post-109984615708411504</id><published>2004-11-07T16:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-07T17:34:41.810Z</updated><title type='text'>Apresento-me com um novo blog</title><content type='html'>Onde irei expressar as minhas ideias... os meus ideais...&lt;br /&gt;os meus pensamentos... e ideias ou artigos que ache interessantes de compartilhar convosco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;espero que gostem deste meu blog.. este meu refúgio..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o meu mundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; My Dream World that makes me a Dreamer... &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9054567-109984615708411504?l=dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/109984615708411504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9054567/posts/default/109984615708411504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamworldmyone.blogspot.com/2004/11/apresento-me-com-um-novo-blog.html' title='Apresento-me com um novo blog'/><author><name>Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00476930505221865983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
