<?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-5781708576576952324</id><updated>2011-10-10T12:34:50.605+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Evelyne Anselmo</title><subtitle type='html'>O que não me mata... fortalece-me! 

:)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Evelyne Anselmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255238885076112013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781708576576952324.post-1098672917542775013</id><published>2011-10-10T12:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T12:34:50.650+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A outra versão</title><content type='html'>Quando aquilo que jamais pensava que mudaria, mudou! &lt;br /&gt;Quando os hábitos, bons, se mantinham, acabaram! &lt;br /&gt;Quando aquele olhar dizia tudo sem uma única palavra, terminou! &lt;br /&gt;Quando me lias o pensamento, mesmo á distancia, acabou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma realidade! Se calhar já existe á muito tempo, só não a tinha assimilado ainda. Contudo não deixa de ser bom, em certa parte! É preciso pensar e aceitar que nos rodeamos uns aos outros, todos precisamos de todos. Tem sempre uma ligação, mesmo que pequena! &lt;br /&gt;Tenho meia dúzia de pessoas que não preciso ver constantemente, mas sei qual a sua reação ao ver-me! É muito boa, posso garantir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781708576576952324-1098672917542775013?l=evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/feeds/1098672917542775013/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2011/10/outra-versao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/1098672917542775013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/1098672917542775013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2011/10/outra-versao.html' title='A outra versão'/><author><name>Evelyne Anselmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255238885076112013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781708576576952324.post-3776866439417024043</id><published>2011-04-15T16:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T16:57:53.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0R867VcGVJ4/Tahq-YI8dfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/osgUKbu6e0s/s1600/06042011058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0R867VcGVJ4/Tahq-YI8dfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/osgUKbu6e0s/s320/06042011058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595840156872242674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781708576576952324-3776866439417024043?l=evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/feeds/3776866439417024043/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2011/04/proud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/3776866439417024043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/3776866439417024043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2011/04/proud.html' title='Proud!'/><author><name>Evelyne Anselmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255238885076112013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0R867VcGVJ4/Tahq-YI8dfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/osgUKbu6e0s/s72-c/06042011058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781708576576952324.post-5866675377866547608</id><published>2011-01-24T15:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-24T15:57:42.227Z</updated><title type='text'>Evidência ignorada...</title><content type='html'>Nos dias que mais preciso, é quando não tenho! &lt;br /&gt; Segundo a minha prespectiva, não devemos pedir, os outros devem perceber que precisamos... "Oh se preciso! Estou a dar o TILT!" &lt;br /&gt; Antes de pedires, seja o que for, olha em redor! Pode haver alguém que precise mais que tu! Alguém que está quase a bater lá no fundo! Por vezes basta uma saída, uma conversa, um elogio nem que seja, para tudo ser diferente... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781708576576952324-5866675377866547608?l=evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/feeds/5866675377866547608/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2011/01/evidencia-ignorada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/5866675377866547608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/5866675377866547608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2011/01/evidencia-ignorada.html' title='Evidência ignorada...'/><author><name>Evelyne Anselmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255238885076112013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781708576576952324.post-6428030109879802054</id><published>2010-10-25T21:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T22:07:44.348+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma das coisas que mais quero...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/TMXwvSRC_yI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f6zHHGGLffM/s1600/casa1+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/TMXwvSRC_yI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f6zHHGGLffM/s320/casa1+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532092412442378018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou ser curta e breve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já começou... estou quase totalmente feliz! Há sempre qualquer coisa que não nos deixa estar bem... plenamente! Mas tenho fé! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adiante... o meu tesouro :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781708576576952324-6428030109879802054?l=evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/feeds/6428030109879802054/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2010/10/uma-das-coisas-que-mais-quero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/6428030109879802054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/6428030109879802054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2010/10/uma-das-coisas-que-mais-quero.html' title='Uma das coisas que mais quero...'/><author><name>Evelyne Anselmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255238885076112013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/TMXwvSRC_yI/AAAAAAAAAHA/f6zHHGGLffM/s72-c/casa1+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781708576576952324.post-7554288870079448564</id><published>2010-09-30T16:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T16:22:10.134+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Medo</title><content type='html'>Hoje estou com medo... mais medo do que nos outros dias! Já ando com medo á muito tempo! Tenho tanto medo! Tanto! &lt;br /&gt; Já não sei o que fazer para esquecer este problema que não sai da minha cabeça! Tenho medo, estou com medo! Não gosto nada disto! Estou revoltada comigo mesma... devia ser mais forte! Devia ser mais determinada, enfrentar a realidade cheia de força e coragem... mas neste momento não tenho nenhuma! Pior do que saber a certeza, é estar na dúvida! Mas tambem não quero saber "aquela" verdade! &lt;br /&gt; Não pode ser, não deve ser, não é justo! Contigo não!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781708576576952324-7554288870079448564?l=evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/feeds/7554288870079448564/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2010/09/medo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/7554288870079448564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/7554288870079448564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2010/09/medo.html' title='Medo'/><author><name>Evelyne Anselmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255238885076112013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781708576576952324.post-3645753932911999425</id><published>2010-08-31T17:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T17:59:20.604+01:00</updated><title type='text'>É agora!</title><content type='html'>O tempo tem passado, muita coisa tem acontecido nesta minha vidinha, coisas boas e coisas muito boas! Felizmente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente, temos todas as autorizações e "poder capital" para poder começar a construção do nosso castelo! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show can start! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781708576576952324-3645753932911999425?l=evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/feeds/3645753932911999425/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-agora.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/3645753932911999425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/3645753932911999425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-agora.html' title='É agora!'/><author><name>Evelyne Anselmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255238885076112013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781708576576952324.post-5569492267615820897</id><published>2010-08-02T16:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T17:03:09.238+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"DESPACHO: No dia 29-06-2010 o seu &lt;strong&gt;projecto de arquitectura foi aprovado&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;Agora as especialidades... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then... the show can start! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love your life, like it was the last day! Enjoy!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781708576576952324-5569492267615820897?l=evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/feeds/5569492267615820897/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2010/08/despacho-no-dia-29-06-2010-o-seu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/5569492267615820897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/5569492267615820897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2010/08/despacho-no-dia-29-06-2010-o-seu.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyne Anselmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255238885076112013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781708576576952324.post-8380613551878532034</id><published>2010-05-27T11:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T11:22:01.085+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou irreconhecível!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Pois é... estou a atravessar uma fase da vida em que a modéstia e a simpatia DEVEM reinar no meu comportamento diário! Quem em conhece, sabe que não sou assim! Não sou mal educada, nem falto ao respeito, mas se passar despercebida, melhor!! Outra coisa em que tenho muita dificuldade é em dar a bendita graxa com o intuito de algo posteriormente... (isto parece maquiavélico!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Dados os factos que me têm sido apresentados, posso dizer que me estou a sair MESMO bem :) &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/S_5GTS3BcrI/AAAAAAAAAGw/l8OPNiJiQ7w/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475891494223180466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/S_5GTS3BcrI/AAAAAAAAAGw/l8OPNiJiQ7w/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sempre ouvi dizer que em tempo de guerra não se limpam armas! E é o que estou a fazer! Espero que esta maré de &lt;em&gt;savoir faire&lt;/em&gt; permaneça mais alguns meses, que estou a precisar com alguma frequência! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Sei que para muitos, quase todos, este texto parece um código! Mas por via das dúvidas, terá mesmo de ficar por aqui! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Nunca se sabe quem estará atras da porta para nos apanhar! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até breve e um conselho... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                         &lt;strong&gt;sejam sempre vocês próprios!&lt;/strong&gt; (adequado não?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                           &lt;em&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;  :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781708576576952324-8380613551878532034?l=evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/feeds/8380613551878532034/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2010/05/estou-irreconhecivel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/8380613551878532034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/8380613551878532034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2010/05/estou-irreconhecivel.html' title='Estou irreconhecível!'/><author><name>Evelyne Anselmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255238885076112013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/S_5GTS3BcrI/AAAAAAAAAGw/l8OPNiJiQ7w/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781708576576952324.post-4535596454075113</id><published>2010-05-24T22:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T23:05:08.574+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias...(zinhas)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/S_r2Hfvsy0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/UV3SlqS4ihw/s1600/ferias+paris+05-2010+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474958905663343426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/S_r2Hfvsy0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/UV3SlqS4ihw/s320/ferias+paris+05-2010+139.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é... la fui eu passear até á bela cidade do amor, PARIS! Pelo menos é o que dizem! Eu cá não senti muito mais que o habitual... :) (o habitual é bom, garanto!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi muito bom, as pessoas, os espaços, as aventuras, foi muito giro! Ainda nem passou uma semana e já sinto saudades! Não é muito longe da nossa santa terrinha mas há diferenças gigantes! Não se compara a extrema simpatia das pessoas que nos atendem nas lojas, nos hipermercados, enfim, todos parecem estar de bem com a vida! Mas na verdade, viver numa cidade como Paris, é dificil não andar de bem com a vida! As ruas são limpas, as árvores cuidadas! É outra coisa... Recomendo a todos! E posso garantir: VOU VOLTAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/S_r3pwaW7yI/AAAAAAAAAGo/dCjU7TWpVDQ/s1600/ferias+paris+05-2010+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474960593764413218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/S_r3pwaW7yI/AAAAAAAAAGo/dCjU7TWpVDQ/s320/ferias+paris+05-2010+141.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Falando de outras coisas...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Os meus nervos estão a querer mostrar o ar da sua graça... a nossa casinha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;O projecto ja está na câmara... tenho de esperar como tantos outros! Ando na fase dos orçamentos! Fase muito chata e stressante! Os orçamentos oscilam imenso, ficamos na dúvida pelo mais barato e ficamos CHOCADOS com o mais caro! Enfim, resta-me esperar, como sempre! Quem espera sempre alcança... mas custa comó raio! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Carpe Diem &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Muah! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781708576576952324-4535596454075113?l=evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/feeds/4535596454075113/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2010/05/feriaszinhas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/4535596454075113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/4535596454075113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2010/05/feriaszinhas.html' title='Férias...(zinhas)'/><author><name>Evelyne Anselmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255238885076112013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/S_r2Hfvsy0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/UV3SlqS4ihw/s72-c/ferias+paris+05-2010+139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781708576576952324.post-953024953959111890</id><published>2010-03-21T20:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-21T20:22:17.088Z</updated><title type='text'>Não passam de tempos vividos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Há quem diga que este sítio serve para falar do que gostamos, do que nos interessa, do que nos vai na alma... pois bem, a minha não está nada boa! (Ser gaja é do pior)! Já á mais de uma semana que tenho aquela péssima impressão no estômago de quando vamos de carro, e passamos num alto e baixo... assim está o meu estômago! Apertado, muito apertado! Há quem diga que seja ansiedade, acredito, mas não é só! É claro que sei o que é... acho que quem tem "isto", sabe sempre o que é, o motivo porque está assim... eu sei o meu, e não gosto nada! Tenho vontade de cometer uma loucura, ou melhor, de tomar uma decisão de peso! Decisão essa que iria magoar muitas pessoas, demais da conta. Não posso... Por agora vou manter-me bem quieta... quem já aguentou tanto, ha-de aguentar mais uns tempos! Ás vezes penso que não sou bem normal, não devo jogar com o baralho todo! Acabo por sentir-me um general do pior que não pode sequer permitir que quem esteja á sua beira faça um ínfimo som ao respirar!&lt;br /&gt;Parece que caminho sobre balões, cheios de ar, prestes a rebentar e que me vão fazer cair... tenho saudades dos 18 anos, tenho saudades de entrar em casa ás 6 da manha e calçar as pantufas para não fazer barulho, mesmo tendo noção que com uma taxa de alcoolémia acima do permitido, não iria ajudar em nada!!! Tenho saudades de sentir aquela sensação que se tem quando estamos á beira de um rochedo, de braços abertos, com o vento a soprar mesmo para a nossa face!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781708576576952324-953024953959111890?l=evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/feeds/953024953959111890/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2010/03/ha-quem-diga-que-este-sitio-ser-ve-para.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/953024953959111890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/953024953959111890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2010/03/ha-quem-diga-que-este-sitio-ser-ve-para.html' title='Não passam de tempos vividos...'/><author><name>Evelyne Anselmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255238885076112013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781708576576952324.post-5073751244882311616</id><published>2010-03-09T17:43:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-09T17:52:58.347Z</updated><title type='text'>Mais um passo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O dia de hoje está a ser normal... ou melhor, estava! Até agora! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ando á espera de uma certidão desde quarta-feira da semana passada. Não seria uma eternidade se esse bendito papel não me fizesse tanta falta!!! Sem ele não podemos avançar com o projecto da nossa tenda :) Acabo de receber um telefonema... era essa boa notícia! &lt;em&gt;"Chegou, vou enviar por mail!"&lt;/em&gt; Mal conseguia respirar... :o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;entre nervosismos e calores inexplicáveis, lá consegui agradecer! Já imprimi, já li tudo de uma ponta á outra, já quase sei o texto de cor! Agora é entregar e avançar! :) Assim o espero! Puxa vida, estas coisas demoram uma eternidade! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Burocracia, o que seríamos sem ti?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É só borboletas neste estômago! Nem me lembra a fome... ainda bem :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Espero dar notícias (boas) muito em breve! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781708576576952324-5073751244882311616?l=evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/feeds/5073751244882311616/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2010/03/mais-um-passo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/5073751244882311616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/5073751244882311616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2010/03/mais-um-passo.html' title='Mais um passo!'/><author><name>Evelyne Anselmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255238885076112013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781708576576952324.post-6202360472269534174</id><published>2010-01-18T17:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-18T17:16:51.919Z</updated><title type='text'>O tempo que não passa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/S1SXe7_pD6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/mrv6eg1ZDgM/s1600-h/ansiedade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428130008644784034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/S1SXe7_pD6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/mrv6eg1ZDgM/s320/ansiedade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O friozito na barriga, a vontade louca de ver tudo feito, o entusiamo, o desejo de ter o que mereço (sim, porque EU tb sou filha do Tal :)... aiii, que não chega o dia, que não passa o tempo, que não vejo nada feito, que os ponteiros do relógio insistem em não se mexer!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Puxa vida, estou num estado... ansioso não?! Estou na dúvida... entre ansiedade e LOUCURA destravada! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enfim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como dizia o outro: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SEJAM FELIZES!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Que eu vou tentar fazer o mesmo people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/5781708576576952324-6202360472269534174?l=evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/feeds/6202360472269534174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-tempo-que-nao-passa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/6202360472269534174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/6202360472269534174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-tempo-que-nao-passa.html' title='O tempo que não passa...'/><author><name>Evelyne Anselmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255238885076112013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/S1SXe7_pD6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/mrv6eg1ZDgM/s72-c/ansiedade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781708576576952324.post-8275032423577902202</id><published>2009-11-05T15:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-05T15:37:52.698Z</updated><title type='text'>Tudo gira, tudo mexe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não sei bem... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sinto um friozinho na barriga! Qualquer coisa está para começar, qualquer coisa boa! Tenho medo! Estou contente! Estou ansiosa! Se calhar as coisas não vão acontecer tal como estou a idealizar! Já não sei se quero... Sei o que quero, sei que o quero mas... posso ter? Ouço daqui, ouço dali! Ai, não está facil! Mas salta la do fundo novamente a afirmação: "Se os outros conseguem, porque não has-de tu conseguir?! Tens todos os requisitos necessários para que se possa realizar!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/SvLxLEM1AHI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YOuIRwp2peM/s1600-h/desenho_casa_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400644075579048050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/SvLxLEM1AHI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YOuIRwp2peM/s320/desenho_casa_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;                                                    .........Pois tenho :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5781708576576952324-8275032423577902202?l=evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/feeds/8275032423577902202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/tudo-gira-tudo-mexe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/8275032423577902202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/8275032423577902202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/11/tudo-gira-tudo-mexe.html' title='Tudo gira, tudo mexe...'/><author><name>Evelyne Anselmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255238885076112013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/SvLxLEM1AHI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YOuIRwp2peM/s72-c/desenho_casa_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781708576576952324.post-2254673731768121683</id><published>2009-09-22T15:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T15:16:43.691+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fúria!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/SrjcIbTeWYI/AAAAAAAAAGI/urolcwcEy5A/s1600-h/2458400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384295391847930242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/SrjcIbTeWYI/AAAAAAAAAGI/urolcwcEy5A/s320/2458400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ja alguma vez te deu vontade de apertar tanto o pescoço a alguem ate essa pessoa ficar roxa?! Admito, a mim já! E ultimamente é com uma certa frequência! Hoje é mesmo um dia NÃO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que raio de vida! Sou demasiado exigente, será isso? Demasiado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para mim, a exigência é um factor favorável, o esforço é maior mas o resultado é muito melhor! (aos meus olhos!) Talvez por ter na minha vida pessoas assim, também me tornei assim! Mas insisto: &lt;strong&gt;Não vejo problema algum&lt;/strong&gt;! Quer dizer, vejo... canso-me o dobro por deixar tudo &lt;em&gt;au point! &lt;/em&gt;Oh vida! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&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/5781708576576952324-2254673731768121683?l=evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/feeds/2254673731768121683/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/09/furia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/2254673731768121683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/2254673731768121683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/09/furia.html' title='Fúria!'/><author><name>Evelyne Anselmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255238885076112013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/SrjcIbTeWYI/AAAAAAAAAGI/urolcwcEy5A/s72-c/2458400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781708576576952324.post-5369625665582123464</id><published>2009-07-28T17:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T11:36:28.623+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não sejas ovéééélha... :-)</title><content type='html'>Está aí e vem com força!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja chegou o bendito verão! O suor nas camisolas, o calor abrasador, as assaduras :), os cheiros &lt;em&gt;intensos&lt;/em&gt; e as grandes bebedeiras!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calor + pouca roupa + sede = bebedeira na certa (e outras coisas!) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va, eu falo de um modo geral, nem todas as pessoas são assim! Existe as que o são assumidamente, existe as que mentem (bebem em casa), existe as que não bebem ( mais uma mentira) e existe as que já não bebem alcool (sofrem de uma doença chamada de fígadíte aguda de tamanho pouco proporcional aos outros órgãos... coitaaaaadas!)... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the summer!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781708576576952324-5369625665582123464?l=evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/feeds/5369625665582123464/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/07/esta-ai-e-vem-em-forca-ja-chegou-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/5369625665582123464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/5369625665582123464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/07/esta-ai-e-vem-em-forca-ja-chegou-o.html' title='Não sejas ovéééélha... :-)'/><author><name>Evelyne Anselmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255238885076112013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781708576576952324.post-3078916107458615228</id><published>2009-07-16T17:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T17:47:18.275+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desaparecer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem não teve ja vontade de desaparecer?! Todos nós temos essa subita vontade num momento mais complicado de nossas vidas... quem nunca teve essa vontade, mente! Julgo que deva ser natural, apesar de assustador! Para os cristãos e não cristãos... acho que todos temos um dia para ir... Mas não creio que devamos ser nós os donos dessa decisão! É o nosso corpo, é a nossa mente que está perturbada, mas não temos esse direito, ou pelo menos não deveríamos ter! Quem comete tal loucura, nítidamente não se encontra bem á muito tempo! Tomar esta tão errada decisão só prova que tal ser é de um tremendo egoísmo para com os que o rodeiam! Quem passa por isso, deve sentir uma verdadeira injustiça. Já sofremos tanto no dia-a-dia, no trabalho, problemas em casa, com familiares, financeiros... e depois ainda vem um ente proximo que decide, de ânimo leve, ou não, por termo á própria vida sem pensar no que daí pode advir! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou totalmente a favor da eutanásia... viver e sofrer enquanto vegetal durante anos a fio deve ser uma tremenda tortura! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas quando o caso é outro, tudo muda de figura! Pensemos naqueles que nos rodeiam, que tambem têm problemas e não os resolvem dessa forma! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viver é a melhor coisa que existe! E só se vive uma vez! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É de aproveitar não?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781708576576952324-3078916107458615228?l=evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/feeds/3078916107458615228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/07/desaparecer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/3078916107458615228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/3078916107458615228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/07/desaparecer.html' title='Desaparecer...'/><author><name>Evelyne Anselmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255238885076112013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781708576576952324.post-9051330308320502942</id><published>2009-06-25T15:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T15:51:10.542+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Noites estupes*...(como diz o montinho) :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esta semana tem sido um reboliço la pra casa dela... :) é uma espécie de pijama party mas... acabamos por dormir nas nossas casas! (para bem dela...) Mas confesso que está a ser do best! É pipocas, é bolinhos caseiros, é massas... bom, la pra semana que vem é so água e bolachas de água e sal... dê por onde der!!! Adiante! Está a ser muito agradável... juntam-se as gajas, fala-se de tudo o que nos arrelia, do que não nos arrelia e... de intimidades! (sem exagerar!!!) Estava mesmo a precisar disto! Acho que todas nós! O fim-de-semana avizinha-se e la vamos nós... mais um jantar do pessoal... na casinha dela! Todos contribuem... e de certo que todos irão terminar a noite a jogar um daqueles jogos bem marotos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                            &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; (assim o espero! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;      *estupe: significa estupendo... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781708576576952324-9051330308320502942?l=evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/feeds/9051330308320502942/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/06/noites-estupescomo-diz-o-montinho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/9051330308320502942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/9051330308320502942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/06/noites-estupescomo-diz-o-montinho.html' title='Noites estupes*...(como diz o montinho) :)'/><author><name>Evelyne Anselmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255238885076112013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781708576576952324.post-4774766082525412430</id><published>2009-06-17T12:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T12:51:58.784+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah, of!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ja estamos a chegar áquela altura do ano em que começa a fazer calor! Muito calor! Com ele, surgem as camisolas minúsculas, os suores incómodos, os cheiros desagradáveis e o pior... aquela &lt;em&gt;raça&lt;/em&gt; que insiste em vir cá visitar-nos, cheios de sopros ridículos, vestes um tanto ou quanto "démodé", a insistência na mistura de línguas que, no final, acabamos por não tirar uma da caixa e uns perfumes... ui!!! (socorro!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É de salientar que &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;não sou contra a vinda destas pessoas á sua santa terrinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mas... sejamos realistas! Não somos uns nabos que cá andamos! É certo que Portugal está atrasado uns valentes anos em relação a outros países mas não vamos exagerar está bem? Vamos la a ver como corre este ano... mas confesso que, de ano para ano, tende a piorar! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/SjjYfcoEQOI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zFVJff5AsjA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348262592274252002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/SjjYfcoEQOI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zFVJff5AsjA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781708576576952324-4774766082525412430?l=evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/feeds/4774766082525412430/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/06/bah-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/4774766082525412430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/4774766082525412430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/06/bah-of.html' title='Bah, of!'/><author><name>Evelyne Anselmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255238885076112013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/SjjYfcoEQOI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zFVJff5AsjA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781708576576952324.post-7088123985643794211</id><published>2009-06-04T19:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:57:30.826+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;                     Estou cansada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5781708576576952324-7088123985643794211?l=evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/feeds/7088123985643794211/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/06/estou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/7088123985643794211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/7088123985643794211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/06/estou.html' title='Estou...'/><author><name>Evelyne Anselmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255238885076112013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781708576576952324.post-7863617180330990684</id><published>2009-06-03T18:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T18:50:18.187+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Episódios que decorrem na nossa vida, por vezes, não têm o impacto nem a direcção que nós queremos! Mas se assim fosse, talvez não tivesse a minima graça viver... mas mesmo assim! Bolas!!!... quando nos vemos á beira do desespero, sem saber o que fazer, sem ter a minima certeza de que a atitude tomada foi seguramente a certa, é horrivel! Sempre ouvi dizer, é com os erros que se aprende! Mas... e aquelas pessoas que não aprendem tão facilmente?! Dessas ninguém fala! Nem todos conseguimos "atingir" á mesma velocidade! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enfim, que grande turbilhão de emoções, de sentimentos, de... sei la eu!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(mas não gosto nada!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/Sia3gSdAdeI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fziqx5o4ilE/s1600-h/util_enjoo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343159773258872290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/Sia3gSdAdeI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fziqx5o4ilE/s320/util_enjoo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781708576576952324-7863617180330990684?l=evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/feeds/7863617180330990684/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/06/coisas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/7863617180330990684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/7863617180330990684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/06/coisas.html' title='Coisas...'/><author><name>Evelyne Anselmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255238885076112013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/Sia3gSdAdeI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fziqx5o4ilE/s72-c/util_enjoo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781708576576952324.post-7897419811852774702</id><published>2009-05-29T17:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:47:55.938+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundo cão</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nestas ultimas semanas, novos acontecimentos surgiram na sua vida... pois bem, a reivindicação dela é mesmo devido a isso ( festas importantes, datas importantes, pessoas importantes...) já nada é como era! Andou iludida durante algum tempo, na esperança de estar errada, mas depois de colocar os pés no chão, la se apercebeu de que tudo tinha mudado! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Para pior, infelizmente! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Ela devia enfiar na cabeça que as pessoas já não estão dispostas a dar importância a coisas que, ela mesmo, considerava muito importantes! &lt;em&gt;Deve doer&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Certo dia alguem lhe diz: "Olha mais para ti, preocupa-te mais contigo! Não esperes que o façam por ti porque não o vão fazer!" Cada dia que passa, vai pensando mais nisso, pensando no que já foi para os outros, e agora o que é! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; É ingrato...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781708576576952324-7897419811852774702?l=evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/feeds/7897419811852774702/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/05/mundo-cao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/7897419811852774702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/7897419811852774702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/05/mundo-cao.html' title='Mundo cão'/><author><name>Evelyne Anselmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255238885076112013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781708576576952324.post-4779160383413468364</id><published>2009-05-08T16:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T16:37:56.878+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sempre...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apesar de fazeres besteira &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;constantemente&lt;/span&gt;... estou aqui! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Apesar de arriscares ate &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;depois do limite&lt;/span&gt;... estou aqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Apesar de cometeres as &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;maiores loucuras&lt;/span&gt;... estou aqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Apesar de sentir um &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;medo tremendo&lt;/span&gt; por ti... estou aqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Agora vejo um &lt;strong&gt;rumo diferente na tua vida&lt;/strong&gt;... Bom, muito bom! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;        Resta-me desejar-te força, coragem e sorte... porque capacidade... tu tens, e muita! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781708576576952324-4779160383413468364?l=evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/feeds/4779160383413468364/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/05/sempre.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/4779160383413468364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/4779160383413468364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/05/sempre.html' title='Sempre...'/><author><name>Evelyne Anselmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255238885076112013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781708576576952324.post-6070888673200129148</id><published>2009-05-05T17:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:52:53.632+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Quando a monotonia a domina por completo, significa que qualquer coisa não vai bem! No ser que a caracteriza não  predomina esse factor! Mas é assim que está a sentir a vida... "mole", sem sal, sem adrenalina!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Não gosta disso&lt;/strong&gt;, diz ela! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Sente que está á deriva... num barco carregado de gente que insiste em não remar para lado algum e, ainda assim, fazem questão que seja ela a remar... traçar caminho! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que fazer?!&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/5781708576576952324-6070888673200129148?l=evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781708576576952324.post-8012812991591610492</id><published>2009-04-24T12:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T12:03:25.087+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TASQUINHAS 2009 EM BIDOEIRA DE CIMA :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/SfGcU7tmaQI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Ezva9D2YZzM/s1600-h/tasquinhas%25202009(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328211717596276994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/SfGcU7tmaQI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Ezva9D2YZzM/s320/tasquinhas%25202009(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais um evento na bela terrinha :) aparece! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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:)'/><author><name>Evelyne Anselmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255238885076112013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/SfGcU7tmaQI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Ezva9D2YZzM/s72-c/tasquinhas%25202009(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781708576576952324.post-1621645925038057499</id><published>2009-04-17T16:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T17:11:43.624+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky I'm in love with my best friend :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you hear me&lt;br /&gt;talking to you&lt;br /&gt;Across the water&lt;br /&gt;Across the deep blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;Under the open sky&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, baby I'm trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Boy I hear you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I feel your whisper across the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I keep you with me in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;You make it easier when life gets hard&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They don't know how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a love like this&lt;br /&gt;Every time we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had one more kiss&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you, I promise you I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Lucky we're in love in every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm sailing through the sea&lt;br /&gt;To an island where we'll meet&lt;br /&gt;You'll hear the music fill the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'll put a flower in your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the breezes through the trees&lt;br /&gt;Move so pretty, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;you're all I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the world keeps spinning round&lt;br /&gt;You hold me right here right now&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Lucky we're in love in every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lucky because &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i'm in love with you&lt;/span&gt;, lucky because &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I've the best friend in the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're the most important to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/SeipGt5p0eI/AAAAAAAAAEo/3iU5K73o-gQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325692492231332322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/SeipGt5p0eI/AAAAAAAAAEo/3iU5K73o-gQ/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a really lucky girl! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781708576576952324-1621645925038057499?l=evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/feeds/1621645925038057499/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/04/lucky-im-in-love-with-my-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/1621645925038057499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/1621645925038057499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/04/lucky-im-in-love-with-my-best-friend.html' title='Lucky I&apos;m in love with my best friend :-)'/><author><name>Evelyne Anselmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255238885076112013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/SeipGt5p0eI/AAAAAAAAAEo/3iU5K73o-gQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781708576576952324.post-1251010093449949940</id><published>2009-04-09T11:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:09:58.721+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A revolução!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ano importante... decisões importantes... muita coisa irá mudar na minha vida! Nas nossas vidas!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Será que quero? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Claro que sim! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love you*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&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/5781708576576952324-1251010093449949940?l=evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/feeds/1251010093449949940/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/04/revolucao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/1251010093449949940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/1251010093449949940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/04/revolucao.html' title='A revolução!'/><author><name>Evelyne Anselmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255238885076112013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781708576576952324.post-7287273672438986604</id><published>2009-03-18T16:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:18:05.539+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Beaaaaach :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; É quase tempo dela! Vamos la ssoal! Entretanto começa aí a febre das praias, do calor, do bronze e das dietas! Tudo porque.... queremos ir á praia exibir nossos belos corpos! :) (modestamente falando... ba lá) mas depois de encontrar esta magnifica imagem... esqueço isso tudo! Reparem só:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314563115673262402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/ScEe_vYZGUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/EygEaja9iUA/s320/gordas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;:) somos todos diferentes! Mas ao mesmo tempo iguais! Umas com mais, outras com menos! Paciência!!! Quem nao gosta: AZAR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Após uma longa pesquisa, encontrei uma imagem um tanto ou quanto caricata! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoy people!:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314563793800523634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/ScEfnNmh73I/AAAAAAAAAEY/dBDTStLf59o/s320/fato_de_banho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781708576576952324-7287273672438986604?l=evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/feeds/7287273672438986604/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/03/beaaaaach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/7287273672438986604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/7287273672438986604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/03/beaaaaach.html' title='Beaaaaach :)'/><author><name>Evelyne Anselmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255238885076112013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/ScEe_vYZGUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/EygEaja9iUA/s72-c/gordas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781708576576952324.post-6217827779580696675</id><published>2009-03-12T17:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-24T15:18:25.417+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sofrimento desgastante</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando pensares k o mundo acabou de cair aos teus pés... pensa k pode haver uma solução! O teu estado de espírito ate pode nem estar interessado no momento, mas mais tarde vais aperceber-te disso! Problemas, todos temos, uns com mais intensidade k outros! Pessoas sem problemas... não seríam pessoas decerto!&lt;br /&gt;Temos alturas na vida k parece estar o mundo inteiro de costas voltadas para nós! Quem não sentiu isso ja? Infelizmente faz parte da vida... sofrer! Uns mais k outros... será justo?! Claro k nao! Mas não podemos fazer nada quanto a isso! Felizmente o ser humano tem uma caracteristica muito boa... sofremos muito, por exemplo, com a perda de um ente querido. Esse sofrimento nunca vai ser totalmente esquecido, mas atenua com o passar dos anos!&lt;br /&gt;E ainda bem que assim é!&lt;br /&gt;Agora sedes felizes e aproveitai ao máximo a vida :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Lobe you sweet"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781708576576952324-6217827779580696675?l=evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/feeds/6217827779580696675/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/03/quando-pensares-k-o-mundo-acabou-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/6217827779580696675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/6217827779580696675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/03/quando-pensares-k-o-mundo-acabou-de.html' title='Sofrimento desgastante'/><author><name>Evelyne Anselmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255238885076112013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781708576576952324.post-6659663213685048007</id><published>2009-03-09T14:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-20T17:58:45.911Z</updated><title type='text'>Aparência... para alguns é o mais importante!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deparei-me no outro dia com uma expressão muito, como dizer... peculiar! A expressão era: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Só não quero ter menos do k ja tenho! Tem de ser igual ou melhor!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : De facto, surpreendo-me todos os dias com coisas k vejo ou ouço, mas esta foi, de longe, muito superior! Afinal, o k queremos para a vida? Saúde? Nao! Ser felizes? Não! O importante é aquilo k possuímos, o k está á vista de todos, ou melhor, todos podem "cobiçar"! Irónico não? Diria &lt;strong&gt;TRISTE!&lt;/strong&gt; A falta de bom senso é característico nestas pessoas! O facto de pertencer a uma familia modesta, faz com k tenha esta perspectiva da vida! Sempre me ensinaram: para teres alguma coisa, tens de trabalhar, tens de lutar! Mas depois deparo-me com situações destas... nem sei k pensar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apetece-me rir... ironicamente falando!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781708576576952324-6659663213685048007?l=evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/feeds/6659663213685048007/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/03/aparencia-para-alguns-e-o-mais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/6659663213685048007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/6659663213685048007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/03/aparencia-para-alguns-e-o-mais.html' title='Aparência... para alguns é o mais importante!'/><author><name>Evelyne Anselmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255238885076112013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781708576576952324.post-7408333662416125826</id><published>2009-03-05T14:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:31:58.439Z</updated><title type='text'>Momento peculiar: Ataque de pânico.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apesar de um mal terrível e uma experiência extremamente desconfortante, é preciso salientar que a grande maioria das pessoas que recebem tratamento adequado livram-se dos sintomas através de medicamentos específicos, e também das fobias, através de uma boa terapia de acompanhamento; podendo retornar a uma vida normal, com muito mais comprometimento consigo mesmas.&lt;br /&gt;A pessoa que sofre ou sofreu de pânico muda sua visão do mundo, direcionando a sensibilidade que lhe é peculiar para o lado positivo da vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muitos dos que sofrem de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ataques de pânico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; relatam medo da morte, um "estado de loucura" ou uma perda de controle das emoções e do comportamento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentimentos associados:&lt;/em&gt; ansiedade, impotência, sem forças, choro constante, sentimento de perda e medo, muito medo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não gosto!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781708576576952324-7408333662416125826?l=evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/feeds/7408333662416125826/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/03/momento-peculiar-ataque-de-panico.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/7408333662416125826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/7408333662416125826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/03/momento-peculiar-ataque-de-panico.html' title='Momento peculiar: Ataque de pânico.'/><author><name>Evelyne Anselmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255238885076112013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781708576576952324.post-9167759422799470507</id><published>2009-02-27T12:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-27T12:59:13.906Z</updated><title type='text'>Amor? Isso vende-se?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Soube á uns dias de um "ajuntamento" recente entre duas pessoas... o k isto tem de mal? Nada! Só k para mim é simplesmente mais um choque depois de tantos outros k aqueles dois proporcionam aos conhecidos! Confesso k ainda não acredito muito bem... sim, pk até alguém minimamente sério ver, não passam de meras suposições, os tais ditos boatos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vivemos numa sociedade onde o amor é o k menos importa. Aquilo k deveria ter mais força numa relação, acaba por ser um sentimento banal k se coloca para último na vida de duas pessoas. O dinheiro, as férias, os pequenos luxos, as grandes casas, as roupas e tudo o resto, é prioritário ao amor. Inicialmente, foi esse tal "amor" k os uniu, mas agora ja nada disso importa! Bens materais fazem dessas pessoas simples objectos andantes! Mentalizem-se disso! Quem não gosta de se passear num carro confortavel, quem não gosta de se vestir bem?! Concordo com tudo isso, não sou excepção mas... e os sentimentos?! Não contam? Depois há outra agravante, k considero a mais importante: os filhos! Não passam de meros seres k devem andar impecavelmente bem vestidos e participar em mil e uma actividades. A escola? Fica para último! "Não tens boas notas este ano, terás pro ano, ou pro outro!" O k importa é falares e seres amigo daquelas pessoas! Isso é importante! Ir ás festinhas de aniversário e depois chegar a casa e contar pormenorizadamente como foi, o k comeram, k presentes deram... para depois estes ditos "pais", fazerem uma festa ainda maior, ainda melhor, ainda mais vistosa... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como eu detesto "coisinhas" vistosas! Enfim, sou um ser demasiado recto, sim cansa, admito, mas não consigo evitar! Detesto hipocrisia, pessoas k vivem somente para mostrar aos outros o quanto estão felizes mas na realidade... são miseráveis, não sabem o k é rir, não sabem o k é convivio, não sabem o k é viver feliz! E acima de tudo, não sabem o k é o amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sou feliz porque sei o k é o amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781708576576952324-9167759422799470507?l=evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/feeds/9167759422799470507/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/02/amor-isso-vende-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/9167759422799470507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/9167759422799470507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/02/amor-isso-vende-se.html' title='Amor? Isso vende-se?'/><author><name>Evelyne Anselmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255238885076112013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781708576576952324.post-3711615277236243741</id><published>2009-02-25T14:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:39:53.873Z</updated><title type='text'>Apetece-me tanto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/SaVYLjXl9CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/3AR8LzYJEzk/s1600-h/felicidade2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306744691422000162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/SaVYLjXl9CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/3AR8LzYJEzk/s320/felicidade2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/SaVX0xvpEYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/C5Gmdjwb-FI/s1600-h/felicidade2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apetece-me fazer uma reviravolta á minha vida! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apetece-me viajar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apetece-me ficar em casa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apetece-me dormir! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apetece-me ir para a discoteca até de manha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apetece-me fazer o pino! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Apetece-me pintar o cabelo de roxo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apetece-me tudo ao mesmo tempo! Será normal?! Ai vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apetece-me tanto estar contigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apetece-me ficar sozinha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apetece-me cuscar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apetece-me não saber de nada! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apetece-me sentir liberdade, voar como um pássaro feliz (desde k não seja época de caça!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apetece-me ver-te! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apetece-me esconder-me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apetece-me gritar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;estarei bem?!&lt;/span&gt; Estou pois! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estou feliz... :-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5781708576576952324-3711615277236243741?l=evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/feeds/3711615277236243741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/02/apetece-me-tanto.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/3711615277236243741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/3711615277236243741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/02/apetece-me-tanto.html' title='Apetece-me tanto...'/><author><name>Evelyne Anselmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255238885076112013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/SaVYLjXl9CI/AAAAAAAAAEI/3AR8LzYJEzk/s72-c/felicidade2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781708576576952324.post-6791244531208291652</id><published>2009-02-12T17:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-12T17:59:39.901Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/SZRjhP0yPBI/AAAAAAAAADI/rhZ6RrzNqBA/s1600-h/sol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301972084156677138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/SZRjhP0yPBI/AAAAAAAAADI/rhZ6RrzNqBA/s320/sol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sol, sol, sol! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/SZRjOSRpPQI/AAAAAAAAADA/33zeQiMXD4U/s1600-h/sol.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou feliz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os dias maiores, as voltinhas de bicicleta dps do trabalho, com a música no maximo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finalmente! Viva, viva! &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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781708576576952324-6791244531208291652?l=evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/feeds/6791244531208291652/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/02/sol-sol-sol-estou-feliz-os-dias-maiores.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/6791244531208291652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/6791244531208291652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/02/sol-sol-sol-estou-feliz-os-dias-maiores.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyne Anselmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255238885076112013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/SZRjhP0yPBI/AAAAAAAAADI/rhZ6RrzNqBA/s72-c/sol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781708576576952324.post-2411463622802775988</id><published>2009-02-09T17:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-09T17:55:54.911Z</updated><title type='text'>Aos amigos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Sou amiga de toda a gente... pelo menos, não me esforço por andar a planear ataques surpresa! :) sim, é verdade, qual é a mulher k n tem um "arrufozito" com outras mulheres?! Tb tenho as minhas desavenças... pior é k entre mulheres é dificil esquecer! Mto dificilmente duas se chateiam e mais tarde já esqueceram! Mentira isso! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt; Mulher nunca esquece nada! Mulher não esquece um único pormenor! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt; Enfim, cansa ser mulher! Tem as suas vantagens, admito, mas como eu gostava de ser da outra "raça"!!! Mulher qd trai é p***, homem qd trai é herói! E mto mais situações existem!!! Mas não é esse o objectivo de hoje! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt; A vida tem-me ensinado, de á uns tempos para cá, k dar tudo o k tenho aos outros nem sempre é o melhor! Isto é... envolver-me demasiado nas coisas, tentar ajudar! Mas confesso k é dificil... infelizmente as pessoas desiludem-se umas ás outras, n gosto disso, n deixando de admitir k por vezes tb desiludo alguém. Deve ser da praxe enquanto ser humano... Qd tento fazer tudo para k tudo corra bem entre todos, é qd é pior! N sou nenhuma santa, é verdade, mas qd posso, tento evitar confusões, mal entendidos e, acima de tudo, dar-me bem com toda a gente... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Agora relacionado com a frase: "...como eu gostava de ser da outra raça!!!" aqui vai uma letra adequada! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I were a Boy&lt;br /&gt;Even Just for a day&lt;br /&gt;I'd Roll outta bed in the morning&lt;br /&gt;And throw on what I wanted then go&lt;br /&gt;Drink beer with the guys&lt;br /&gt;And chase after girls&lt;br /&gt;I'd kick it with who I wanted&lt;br /&gt;And I'd never get confronted for it&lt;br /&gt;Cause they'd stick up for me&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;If I were a boy&lt;br /&gt;I think I could understand&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'd be a better man&lt;br /&gt;I'd listen to her&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know how it hurts&lt;br /&gt;When you lose the one you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Cause he's taken you for granted&lt;br /&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;br /&gt;I were a boy&lt;br /&gt;I would turn off my phone&lt;br /&gt;Tell everyone its broken&lt;br /&gt;So they'd think that I was sleeping alone&lt;br /&gt;I'd put myself first&lt;br /&gt;And make the rules as I go&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that she'd be faithful&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for me to come home&lt;br /&gt;To como home&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;It's a little too late for you to come back&lt;br /&gt;Say its just a mistake&lt;br /&gt;Think I'd forgive you like that&lt;br /&gt;If you thought I would wait for you&lt;br /&gt;You thought wrong&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;But you're just a boy&lt;br /&gt;You don't understand&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you don't understand&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to love a girl someday&lt;br /&gt;You wish you were a better man&lt;br /&gt;You don't listen to her&lt;br /&gt;You don't care how it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Until you lose the one you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Cause you've taken her for granted&lt;br /&gt;And everything you have got destroyed&lt;br /&gt;But you're just a boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Beyoncé...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781708576576952324-2411463622802775988?l=evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/feeds/2411463622802775988/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/02/aos-amigos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/2411463622802775988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/2411463622802775988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/02/aos-amigos.html' title='Aos amigos...'/><author><name>Evelyne Anselmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255238885076112013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781708576576952324.post-7211657071819841683</id><published>2009-02-05T16:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:58:39.860Z</updated><title type='text'>Mudanças (des)necessárias!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tudo muda... todos mudam... &lt;strong&gt;eu mudo&lt;/strong&gt;! Penso k é bom! Por vezes custa adaptar-nos a novas coisas, a novas atitudes, a novos estilos de vida! Mas é bom, julgo eu! Qd faço uma mudança, nunca é radical! Nem no próprio cabelo! Qd vou cortar, é so pontinhas!!! Não me consigo adaptar repentinamente! Qto ás pessoas... é igual! Claro k acabo por ir aceitando, mas devagarinho... Pior é qd somos nos proprios a mudar! Qd ja não queremos fazer as mesms coisas, qd não queremos ir aos mesmos lugares... qd ja não temos a mesma pedalada, qd aquela piada ja não tem piada nenhuma... Faz parte do ser humano mudar, tb devia fazer parte, aceitar bem essa mudança! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nem sempre é assim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tem paciência qd te vires na condição de aceitar as mudanças dos outros! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781708576576952324-7211657071819841683?l=evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/feeds/7211657071819841683/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/02/tudo-muda.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/7211657071819841683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/7211657071819841683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/02/tudo-muda.html' title='Mudanças (des)necessárias!'/><author><name>Evelyne Anselmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255238885076112013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781708576576952324.post-7500256335470855507</id><published>2009-01-29T10:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-29T10:26:35.878Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/SYGD1FRrD5I/AAAAAAAAACg/DCIoimkb7i8/s1600-h/night207-746375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296659584737021842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/SYGD1FRrD5I/AAAAAAAAACg/DCIoimkb7i8/s320/night207-746375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando sinto um aperto no estômago, quando nao consigo dormir ou passo maior parte da noite acordada... algo se passa! O tal "sexto sentido" corrói-me, deixa-me completamente incapaz de tomar conta do meu próprio corpo! Tal é a força k nem consigo concentrar-me! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vai-te embora! Desaparece! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não gosto de sentir isto! Pk n podemos permanecer felizes durante toda a vida?! Pk temos de sofrer?! Pk temos de nos chatear?! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo seria mais simples se conseguíssemos vencer estes enigmas k insistem em perseguir-nos! A verdade é k se n fossem estas coisas, talvez a vida n fizesse o minimo sentido, n haveria vontade de viver, contudo, era preciso ser com tanta intensidade?! Falo por mim, k vivo e sinto tudo intensamente! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que horas são? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De que côr são as tuas meias? :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781708576576952324-7500256335470855507?l=evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/feeds/7500256335470855507/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/01/quando-sinto-um-aperto-no-estomago.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/7500256335470855507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/7500256335470855507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/01/quando-sinto-um-aperto-no-estomago.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyne Anselmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255238885076112013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/SYGD1FRrD5I/AAAAAAAAACg/DCIoimkb7i8/s72-c/night207-746375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781708576576952324.post-6229816150452311708</id><published>2009-01-26T16:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-26T16:57:39.385Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/SX3rVGAS9wI/AAAAAAAAACY/OrWMVNvXfT0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295647484479207170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/SX3rVGAS9wI/AAAAAAAAACY/OrWMVNvXfT0/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando um dia achares que precisas de me falar... fala! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nunca hesites!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Estou cá, vou estar sempre! No final, não quero agradecimentos... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quero o mesmo da tua parte! :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781708576576952324-6229816150452311708?l=evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/feeds/6229816150452311708/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/01/quando-um-dia-achares-que-precisas-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/6229816150452311708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/6229816150452311708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/01/quando-um-dia-achares-que-precisas-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyne Anselmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255238885076112013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/SX3rVGAS9wI/AAAAAAAAACY/OrWMVNvXfT0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781708576576952324.post-6572579223025924792</id><published>2009-01-20T14:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:54:09.245Z</updated><title type='text'>Espécie rara!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/SXXpBhrnZVI/AAAAAAAAABw/utTyFX0R7kk/s1600-h/ULMwaH662448-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293393149474334034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/SXXpBhrnZVI/AAAAAAAAABw/utTyFX0R7kk/s320/ULMwaH662448-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acho k, por vezes, é difícil dizer especificamente o k nos vai na alma... por vezes temos pessoas k olham para nós e sabem, com mais certeza, o k estamos a sentir, do k nós proprios! Basta segredar uma frase bonita ao ouvido, para mudar instantaneamente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É incrível como alguém consegue saber o k e&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/SXXmaG5dtoI/AAAAAAAAABo/CnzybNiH-wo/s1600-h/ULMwaH662448-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;stamos a sentir! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gosto de ti*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5781708576576952324-6572579223025924792?l=evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/feeds/6572579223025924792/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/01/espcie-rara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/6572579223025924792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/6572579223025924792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/01/espcie-rara.html' title='Espécie rara!'/><author><name>Evelyne Anselmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255238885076112013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/SXXpBhrnZVI/AAAAAAAAABw/utTyFX0R7kk/s72-c/ULMwaH662448-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781708576576952324.post-4259598963886919646</id><published>2009-01-15T16:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-19T15:45:37.810Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/SW9f25rs-YI/AAAAAAAAABg/d3pUNpb9BgM/s1600-h/mFhjo9188368-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291553483985320322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/SW9f25rs-YI/AAAAAAAAABg/d3pUNpb9BgM/s320/mFhjo9188368-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ja foram encontradas as quatro maravilhas do mundo :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois bem, aqui estão elas!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vossa atenção por favor:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lisa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tânia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diana e...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dificil acreditar? Também não acreditei mas ja me vou habituando! Habituem-se também! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;(Modesta é o teu segundo nome!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Deve ser deve!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781708576576952324-4259598963886919646?l=evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/feeds/4259598963886919646/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/01/ja-foram-encontradas-as-quatro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/4259598963886919646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/4259598963886919646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/01/ja-foram-encontradas-as-quatro.html' title=''/><author><name>Evelyne Anselmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255238885076112013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/SW9f25rs-YI/AAAAAAAAABg/d3pUNpb9BgM/s72-c/mFhjo9188368-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781708576576952324.post-2574699939965605933</id><published>2009-01-15T14:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-15T14:52:53.785Z</updated><title type='text'>Perder alguém...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/SW9M_sQcpXI/AAAAAAAAABY/IB0nk7rjFFA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291532744279238002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/SW9M_sQcpXI/AAAAAAAAABY/IB0nk7rjFFA/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muito para dizer... Há muitas formas de perder alguém... a pior delas todas deve ser, certamente, a morte! O fim do caminho, o fim do trajecto enquanto ser humano... deixar de ver alguém para sempre... como isso me assusta! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Andar no mundo, viver, sofrer, amar, rir, gostar, sentir!... e de um momento para o outro... acabou! É ingrato! Não é justo passar por tanto para depois desaparecer para sempre! Diz o povo k a nossa passagem pela terra é curta, concordo, cada vez mais acredito nisso! Mas n creio k seja justo! Deveríamos ser recompensados! Depois de tudo, uma recompensa! Seria merecido! E não levar com dois palmos de terra e todos pensarem, "Para ti acabou! Não vais voltar, jamais te verei, restam-me as memorias de tempos vividos e passados contigo." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Revolta pensar k é mesmo assim... Existem ainda os k permencem vivos... Passar pelo dito luto, um longo processo de sofrimento. Agora pergunto, n basta já as situações diárias k nos surpreendem e k temos de ter sangue frio para as resolver, ainda temos de lidar com a morte de um ente próximo?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A única característica k o ser humano deveria ter, era ser dotado de inteligência (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;uns mais outros menos)&lt;/span&gt; e ponto final! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781708576576952324-2574699939965605933?l=evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/feeds/2574699939965605933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/01/perder-algum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/2574699939965605933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/2574699939965605933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/01/perder-algum.html' title='Perder alguém...'/><author><name>Evelyne Anselmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255238885076112013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R2k2WaHlOJM/SW9M_sQcpXI/AAAAAAAAABY/IB0nk7rjFFA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5781708576576952324.post-8167338466855620635</id><published>2009-01-13T15:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-13T16:09:42.242Z</updated><title type='text'>Diz ela k estou esquisita... será?!</title><content type='html'>Dia cinzento la fora... o frio trespassa-me os dedos das mãos... sinto-o entranhar-se nas minhas costas como se dali não quizesse sair. Vai embora, suplico-te!&lt;br /&gt; Apetece-me perguntar-te as horas... saber de k côr são as tuas meias hoje... vou perguntar-te! Talvez fique melhor, me esqueça por breves instantes deste frio k me persegue!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5781708576576952324-8167338466855620635?l=evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/feeds/8167338466855620635/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/01/diz-ela-k-estou-esquisita-ser.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/8167338466855620635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5781708576576952324/posts/default/8167338466855620635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evelyneanselmo.blogspot.com/2009/01/diz-ela-k-estou-esquisita-ser.html' title='Diz ela k estou esquisita... será?!'/><author><name>Evelyne Anselmo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10255238885076112013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFnCdMyQ0rs/Tosn7B-APXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndmw1yMa3zw/s220/301161_281470041880723_100000531870833_1118617_1853710799_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
