<?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-18697246</id><updated>2012-02-13T08:33:06.459Z</updated><title type='text'>Bug Killer 03</title><subtitle type='html'>Um blog da treta, mais cedo ou mais tarde apago-o ;)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugkiller03.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697246/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugkiller03.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bug Killer 03</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415536881588606133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18697246.post-6738772691046709935</id><published>2009-03-26T21:51:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:19:12.245Z</updated><title type='text'>Back! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Boas noites!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pois é minha gente, tenho andado desaparecido! Tenho tido que fazer, e o mp3 não tem cooperado comigo. Contudo volto para vos escrever sobre uma música que me fez acreditar no renascimento da música nacional! Não tem significado nenhum especial, apenas um ritmo contagiante de rock levamente arraçado de punk que me dá uma pica brutal :p&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos e Abraços, comprimentos e larguras!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonzie - A Tua Imagem&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou gritar por ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Vou lembrar até morrer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A saudade fica&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças guardadas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que me levam junto a ti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No final vividas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sentimento é ingénuo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A saudade também&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto que eu rezei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei (eu sei)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei (eu sei)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que vais&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o melhor para ti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre dissestes que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Não, não, não , não&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem quero ser&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tua imagem até morrer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, não, não , não&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem quero ser&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tua imagem até morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em poucas palavras&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não conseguirei esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Que da vida levas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Pecados ficaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; E ninguém irá saber,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os segredos brilham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sentimento é ingénuo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A saudade também&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto que eu rezei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Eu sei (eu sei)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei (eu sei)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Eu sei (eu sei)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que vais,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o melhor para ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Sempre dissestes que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, não, não , não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Eu não sou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem quero ser&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tua imagem até morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Não, não, não , não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Eu não sou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem quero ser&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tua imagem até morrer&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou chorar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Ficar só&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vim dizer-te adeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, não, não, não&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem quero ser&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tua imagem até morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não, não, não, não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu não sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Nem quero ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; A tua imagem até morrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Não, não, não, não (eu não sou)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Eu não sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Nem quero ser (e não quero ser)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; A tua imagem até morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Não, não, não, não (eu não sou)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Eu não sou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem quero ser (e não quero ser)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; A tua imagem até morrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 0px; display: none;" ontop="true"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 0px; display: none;" ontop="true"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k1E6Wud1qJs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k1E6Wud1qJs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18697246-6738772691046709935?l=bugkiller03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugkiller03.blogspot.com/feeds/6738772691046709935/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18697246&amp;postID=6738772691046709935' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697246/posts/default/6738772691046709935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697246/posts/default/6738772691046709935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugkiller03.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-d.html' title='Back! :D'/><author><name>Bug Killer 03</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415536881588606133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18697246.post-7762975690560119243</id><published>2008-12-07T00:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-07T00:29:55.698Z</updated><title type='text'>My World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Muito boa noite caros ouvintes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sempre quis dizer isto, deve ter sido a minha veia da rádio a falar :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Muito estudo, muito frio, muito tudo, fizeram na minha assiduidade "bloguistica" uma mancha muito feia, num registo semi imaculado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho tido ideias sobre o que escrever, e por ridiculo que pareça, nem tempo tenho para ouvir música e pensar sobre a música em si... De manhã vou a sonhar com o tempo que podia estar ao quentinho na minha cama, e no carro estragou-se a ligação do mp3 ao rádio o que com a falta de tempo que tenho faz com que não oiça música decente já há algum tempo naquela bela máquina! Paciência, ouve-se o roncar do animal :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hoje trago-vos mais uma vez 3 Doors Down, o que já não é novidade. São mesmo uma grande banda! Só tenho pena de ter aprendido a apreciar a sua música à pouco tempo atrás!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A primeira vez que ouvi esta música com "olhos de ver" foi quando ia a caminho do ginásio e estava a entrar no meu transe energético do costume. É extremamente rica em variações de intensidade, o que aliado a um perfeito timing existente entre a letra e a melodia fica de tal modo no ouvido que só dá vontade de ouvir novamente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Será que conseguem associar esta letra a alguém? Acho que associo esta música ao tempo que gostava de tar na minha sem ouvir nada nem ninguém, isoladito e tal só a pensar no meu umbigo! Se andasse sempre assim, era um ganda fuinha... Felizmente só me dá a travadinha às vezes xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um grande bem haja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos e Abraços!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 Doors Down - My World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your stuck on a chain&lt;br /&gt;And your toeing a lie&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everytime that you catch up&lt;br /&gt;You only fall behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your trapped inside this world you made yourself&lt;br /&gt;but that's not the world I live in&lt;br /&gt;this is not the life for me&lt;br /&gt;cause my world is bigger than your problems&lt;br /&gt;and it's bigger than me&lt;br /&gt;that's not the world I live in&lt;br /&gt;this is not the life for me&lt;br /&gt;cause my world is bigger than your problems&lt;br /&gt;and it's bigger than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always someone to blame&lt;br /&gt;for the things you do yourself&lt;br /&gt;you think that everything that's going wrong&lt;br /&gt;is because of someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your trapped inside this world you made yourself&lt;br /&gt;that's not the world I live in&lt;br /&gt;this is not the life for me&lt;br /&gt;cause my world is bigger than your problems&lt;br /&gt;and it's bigger than me&lt;br /&gt;it's not the world I live in&lt;br /&gt;this is not the life for me&lt;br /&gt;cause my world is bigger than your problems&lt;br /&gt;and it's bigger than me [2x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm lonely outside and i'll look on in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's not the world I live in&lt;br /&gt;this is not the life for me&lt;br /&gt;cause my world is bigger than your problems&lt;br /&gt;and it's bigger than me&lt;br /&gt;it's not the world I live in&lt;br /&gt;this is not the life for me&lt;br /&gt;cause my world is bigger than your problems&lt;br /&gt;and it's bigger than me&lt;br /&gt;cause my world is bigger than your problems&lt;br /&gt;and it's bigger than me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18697246-7762975690560119243?l=bugkiller03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugkiller03.blogspot.com/feeds/7762975690560119243/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18697246&amp;postID=7762975690560119243' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697246/posts/default/7762975690560119243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697246/posts/default/7762975690560119243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugkiller03.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-world.html' title='My World'/><author><name>Bug Killer 03</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415536881588606133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18697246.post-1367663316016788911</id><published>2008-11-19T19:24:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:41:38.168Z</updated><title type='text'>Just because...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ora muito boa noite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Após um trabalho muito penoso que me trocou as horas de sono, hoje volto para vos escrever sobre uma música que marcou esse fim de semana. Estão a imaginar aquelas alturas que estão a pensar que têm mer*a até ao joelho e como é que vão sair dali a bem e tal? Pois bem, desde sexta até segunda de manhã essas visões foram uma constante. Nada resolveu esse mau estar constante, obviamente porque não há milagres, mas algumas coisas aliviaram. Estar com malta porreira e poder contar com eles para nos ajudar, beber um cafézinho, fumar um cigarro, tudo ajuda quando estamos a hora do prazo e ainda nos faltam vários pontos do trabalho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eis que este fim de semana me deparo com uma senhora que canta um estilo de música muito próprio e que me deu alento naquelas horas em que precisava de me abstrair de tudo o resto! A juntar à minha eterna playlist de 3 Doors Down e Linkin Park, juntou-se a dona Katy Perry. Dona de uma voz única e de um estilo musical muito animado, foi a minha safa na madrugada segunda feira. Phones nos ouvidos, volume a meio e Hot N Cold a bombar :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não sei porque é que achei tanta piada à música, mas que tem ritmo ninguém pode negar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beijinhos e abraços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Katy Perry - Hot N Cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You change your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a girl changes clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you, PMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you over think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crypticly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That you're no good for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{CHORUS}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're hot then you're cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're yes then you're no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're in then you're out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're up then you're down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're wrong when it's right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's black and it's white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fight, we break up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kiss, we make up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you)You don't really want to stay, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(but you)But you don't really want to go-o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're hot then you're cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're yes then you're no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're in and you're out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're up and you're down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like twins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in sync&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same energy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now's a dead battery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to laugh bout nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now your plain boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should know that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not gonna change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{CHORUS}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone call the doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a case of a love bi-polar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuck on a roller coaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't get off this ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You change your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a girl changes clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{CHORUS}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18697246-1367663316016788911?l=bugkiller03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugkiller03.blogspot.com/feeds/1367663316016788911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18697246&amp;postID=1367663316016788911' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697246/posts/default/1367663316016788911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697246/posts/default/1367663316016788911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugkiller03.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-because.html' title='Just because...'/><author><name>Bug Killer 03</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415536881588606133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18697246.post-8834593234798255205</id><published>2008-11-13T23:28:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:43:07.349Z</updated><title type='text'>Writing to ease my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Muito boa noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Vida de estudante, a quanto obrigas... Muitos dizem que é a melhor vida que temos, mas a esses muitos (enquanto não tiver provas em contrário) só vos posso dizer para irem à fava!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pá, qual vida boa qual carapuça!!! Se é vida boa é porque não é um curso a sério!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Escrevo neste momento para aliviar a minha mente de um terrível destino que me espera no caso de não ser bem sucedido no que tenho em mãos. Terrível dilema entre aquilo que gostamos e o que não gostamos, o que sabemos e o que não sabemos, o que queremos e o que não queremos.  Tanto para fazer, tanto para ver, tanto para apreciar... E eu sem tempo para nada mais do que apenas "fazer". Vida injusta? Nem por isso, devia apenas ter percebido isso à mais tempo só que a imaturidade superava isso tudo. E agora? Agora é andar para a frente com o combustível que temos. Não interessa se é "race fuel" se é "gasolina baptizada", apenas temos de andar para a frente. Um post sem sentido? Talvez, mas sei que no futuro posso vir a perceber mais coisas se escrever o que me vai na mente agora e que eu não quero esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mais uma vez, uma música para isso está aqui mesmo à mão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Beijinhos e abraços e força nisso ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 Doors Down - Running Out Of Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There’s too much work and I’m spent&lt;br /&gt;There’s too much pressure and I admit&lt;br /&gt;I've got no time to move ahead&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard one thing that I’ve said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all these little things in life&lt;br /&gt;They all create this haze&lt;br /&gt;There’s too many things to get done&lt;br /&gt;And I’m running out of days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t last here for long&lt;br /&gt;I feel this current it’s so strong&lt;br /&gt;It gets me further down the line&lt;br /&gt;It gets me closer to the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all these little things in life&lt;br /&gt;They all create this haze&lt;br /&gt;There’s too many things to get done&lt;br /&gt;And I’m running out of days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these little things in life&lt;br /&gt;They all create this haze&lt;br /&gt;There’s too many things to get done&lt;br /&gt;And I’m running out of days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all these little things in life they all create this haze&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m running out of time&lt;br /&gt;I can’t see through this haze&lt;br /&gt;My friend tell me why&lt;br /&gt;It has to be this way&lt;br /&gt;There’s too many things to get done, and I’m running out of days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18697246-8834593234798255205?l=bugkiller03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugkiller03.blogspot.com/feeds/8834593234798255205/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18697246&amp;postID=8834593234798255205' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697246/posts/default/8834593234798255205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697246/posts/default/8834593234798255205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugkiller03.blogspot.com/2008/11/writing-to-ease-my-mind.html' title='Writing to ease my mind'/><author><name>Bug Killer 03</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415536881588606133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18697246.post-4058556431339221696</id><published>2008-11-08T16:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-08T16:01:00.055Z</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Muito boa tarde a todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Que lindo dia está para se estar em casa sem fazer nenhum! Infelizmente não é o caso, mas há uns 10 minutos para escrever umas quantas linhas de pensamento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Confesso que já andava há uns dias à procura da próxima música e hoje finalmente descobri-a! Estava eu de conversa com o meu Ganda Breda, quando ele proferiu as palavras mais sábias que ouvi nos últimos tempos. "Cada um tem o que tem.", foram estas as suas palavras sábias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Pensando sobre o assunto conseguirmos ter um pouco mais de tacto sobre qual a importância destas palavras. A minha ideia, e é claramente subjectiva, é que cada um tem o que tem, e não se deve gozar com ninguém por gostar do que tem. Seja o que for. Há certamente pessoas que só podem ter o que têm, e há pessoas que simplesmente não precisam de ter mais, porque apesar de poderem ter, não são de caganças. E depois há aqueles que têm só porque são de caganças, porque nem precisavam lol... E agora? Quem é que tem mais valor, quem gosta do que tem, ou quem tem só para dizer que tem? Então e em que lugar ficam aqueles que gozam com os que gostam do que têm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;A nossa sociedade tende a estratificar-se por "material possessions", mas à medida que vou desbravando este trilho que é a vida, consigo encontrar gente que foge da estratificação. Normalmente até me torno bastante amigo desse tipo de pessoas porque nunca fui muito à bola com pessoas mesquinhas e pequeninas por dentro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Agora uma musiquinha que descreve os meus " 2 cents" em relação a isso tudo ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos e abraços&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Hoje não tem música na playlist, mas tem vìdeo no tubo :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D-Note - Shed My Skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running through the fields&lt;br /&gt;Laughing dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I'm driving through the mountains&lt;br /&gt;Breathing a new life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind what people say&lt;br /&gt;No, I won't look back for another day&lt;br /&gt;Wanna shed my skin and walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind what people say&lt;br /&gt;No, I won't look back for another day&lt;br /&gt;Wanna shed my skin and walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm floating through the river&lt;br /&gt;Twisting and turning&lt;br /&gt;Moving through the silence&lt;br /&gt;Searching for new life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind what people say&lt;br /&gt;No, I won't look back for another day&lt;br /&gt;Wanna shed my skin and walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind what people say&lt;br /&gt;No, I won't look back for another day&lt;br /&gt;Wanna shed my skin and walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk away, walk away…&lt;br /&gt;Walk away, walk away…&lt;br /&gt;Walk away, walk away…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/draFjqHQ-LQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/draFjqHQ-LQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18697246-4058556431339221696?l=bugkiller03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugkiller03.blogspot.com/feeds/4058556431339221696/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18697246&amp;postID=4058556431339221696' title='34 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697246/posts/default/4058556431339221696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697246/posts/default/4058556431339221696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugkiller03.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dont-mind.html' title='I Don&apos;t Mind'/><author><name>Bug Killer 03</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415536881588606133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18697246.post-4790973082149858873</id><published>2008-11-04T00:01:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:09:42.666Z</updated><title type='text'>This World Can...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Boa noite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hoje trago-vos mais uma música que é sem dúvida uma das que mais gosto de ouvir nos tempos que correm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Eu, e muito provavelmente muitos de vocês também, já nos depararamos com situações na vida em que simplesmente nos tentam “fazer a folha”, ou lixar com F grande… É como preferirem. Para mim que ainda sou um estudante universitário, isso é o prato do dia. Não é que me sinta muito triste com isso, apenas encontro aquela razão extra que me dá mais um bocadinho de coragem. Certamente já ouviram a expressão: ”Pedras no meu caminho? Guardo-as todas. Um dia vou construir um castelo”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Quando tudo parecia correr mal, quando parecia estar tudo perdido, eis que surge um som que me faz pensar de outra maneira. Não vou baixar os braços, não vou virar costas, vou enfrentar os meus problemas de frente! Embora a música tenha uma parte para aqueles que se sentem mais na mer*a, eu opto por assumir que o meu “down” está uns valentes furos acima da mer*a. Não vou parar a esse sítio, porque simplesmente me recuso a descer para esses lados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A mente é tão poderosa, que a maior parte das vezes a subestimamos. Não podemos ser arrogantes e pensar que somos os maiores e que fazemos e acontecemos, devemos ser apenas justos com quem somos. Se sabemos do que somos capazes, pensar que afinal somos inferiores ou que não somos capazes é ridículo. Nem sequer vamos parecer mais humildes, só mais inseguros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Beijinhos e abraços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 Doors Down – Duck And Run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this world I'm unimportant just because I have nothing to give,&lt;br /&gt;So you call this your free country? Tell me why it cost so much to live.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world can turn me down&lt;br /&gt;But I wont turn away&lt;br /&gt;Oh no I won't turn around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my work and endless measures never seem to get me very far.&lt;br /&gt;Walk a mile just to move an inch, now even though I'm trying so damn hard.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying so hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world can turn me down but I won't turn away.&lt;br /&gt;And I won't duck and run 'cause I'm not built that way.&lt;br /&gt;When everything is gone there's nothing there to fear&lt;br /&gt;This world cannot bring me down, no, 'cause I am already here.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no I'm already here down on my knees I'm already here&lt;br /&gt;Oh no&lt;br /&gt;I'm already here; I must have told you a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;I'm not running away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't duck and run&lt;br /&gt;I won't duck and run&lt;br /&gt;I won't duck and run&lt;br /&gt;No I will pass away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world can turn me down but I won't turn away.&lt;br /&gt;And I won't duck and run 'cause I'm not built that way.&lt;br /&gt;When everything is gone there's nothing there to fear&lt;br /&gt;This world cannot bring me down, no, 'cause I am already here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world can turn me down but I won't turn away.&lt;br /&gt;And I won't duck and run 'cause I'm not built that way.&lt;br /&gt;When everything is gone there's nothing there to fear&lt;br /&gt;This world cannot bring me down, no, 'cause I am already here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DjljseDwElg/SQeUZnckIyI/AAAAAAAAACk/kEzGT8_ZCk8/s1600-h/f_3DoorsDowncm_f4ac254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DjljseDwElg/SQeUZnckIyI/AAAAAAAAACk/kEzGT8_ZCk8/s320/f_3DoorsDowncm_f4ac254.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262337857412145954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18697246-4790973082149858873?l=bugkiller03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugkiller03.blogspot.com/feeds/4790973082149858873/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18697246&amp;postID=4790973082149858873' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697246/posts/default/4790973082149858873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697246/posts/default/4790973082149858873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugkiller03.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-world-can.html' title='This World Can...'/><author><name>Bug Killer 03</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415536881588606133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DjljseDwElg/SQeUZnckIyI/AAAAAAAAACk/kEzGT8_ZCk8/s72-c/f_3DoorsDowncm_f4ac254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18697246.post-2138009593077003752</id><published>2008-11-01T16:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-01T18:10:39.462Z</updated><title type='text'>Thanks :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa tarde mais uma vez. Estava eu aqui embrenhado no estudo de tal maneira, que me lembrei de um montão de gente importante para mim. Essas pess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oas todas foram as impulsionadoras do meu feitio e da minha percepção acerca do mundo e das pessoas que me rodeiam. Fizeram-me crescer como pessoa, fizeram-me deixar de acreditar no Pai Natal, assim como tambem deixei de acreditar no coelhinho da Páscoa. Obviamente que ao deixar de acreditar no Pai Natal, me tornei uma pessoa muito mais amarga, muito mais seca, muito mais "my way or the highway". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;São pessoas que não me abriram os olhos, apenas me desapontaram até eu abrir os olhos por mim mesmo. Mas ainda assim fazendo as contas, mais vale sermos ensinados a pescar e assar o nosso peixe, do que nos darem o peixe já assado... Se calhar essa gente que me desapontou, que sempre me invejou e que sempre se achou superior a mim, seja o tipo de gente que todos nós precisamos de ter na nossa vida. Ao menos assim sempre é mais fácil reconhecer o nosso próprio valor! E para melhor ilustrar isso, aqui vos mando a música destinada a essa gente. Mais uma vez dos Linkin Park, uma música fortíssima. Fala de quem significou algo de jeito para nós, mas de momento já não vale um balde de estrume...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Obrigado a todos os palhaços de mer*a e bestas de mer*a que passaram pela minha vida! Muita saúde para vós e a mim que não me falte ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos e Abraços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Linkin Park - P5hng Me A*wy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing there to see&lt;br /&gt;nothing but my own mistakes&lt;br /&gt;staring back at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Backwards) x2&lt;br /&gt;Everything falls apart,&lt;br /&gt;Even the people who never frown eventually break down&lt;br /&gt;Everything has to end, you'll soon find&lt;br /&gt;We're out of time left to watch it all unwind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lied to you....(echo)&lt;br /&gt;This is the last smile,&lt;br /&gt;That I'll fake for the sake of being with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything falls apart,&lt;br /&gt;Even the people who never frown eventually break down&lt;br /&gt;Everything has to end, you'll soon find&lt;br /&gt;(For the sake of being with you)&lt;br /&gt;We're out of time left to watch it all unwind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything falls apart,&lt;br /&gt;Even the people who never frown eventually break down&lt;br /&gt;The sacrifice is never knowing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I stay&lt;br /&gt;When you just push away&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you see&lt;br /&gt;You're still so blind to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried, like you,&lt;br /&gt;To do everything you wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;This is the last time,&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the blame for the sake of being with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything falls apart,&lt;br /&gt;Even the people who never frown eventually break down&lt;br /&gt;(The sacrifice of hiding in a lie)&lt;br /&gt;Everything has to end, you'll soon find&lt;br /&gt;We're out of time left to watch it all unwind&lt;br /&gt;The sacrifice is never knowing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I stay&lt;br /&gt;When you just push away&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you see&lt;br /&gt;You're still so blind to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reverse psychology, failing miserably&lt;br /&gt;It’s so hard to be left all alone&lt;br /&gt;Telling you is the only chance for me&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing left but to turn and face you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing there to see&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but my own mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Staring back at me&lt;br /&gt;Asking why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sacrifice of hiding in a lie&lt;br /&gt;The sacrifice is never knowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I stay&lt;br /&gt;When you just push away&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you see&lt;br /&gt;You're still so blind to me (x2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DjljseDwElg/SQxdURTvHrI/AAAAAAAAACs/usrdsyxTj3E/s1600-h/0,,10774880-EX,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DjljseDwElg/SQxdURTvHrI/AAAAAAAAACs/usrdsyxTj3E/s320/0,,10774880-EX,00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263684667314216626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18697246-2138009593077003752?l=bugkiller03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugkiller03.blogspot.com/feeds/2138009593077003752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18697246&amp;postID=2138009593077003752' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697246/posts/default/2138009593077003752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697246/posts/default/2138009593077003752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugkiller03.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanks.html' title='Thanks :)'/><author><name>Bug Killer 03</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415536881588606133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DjljseDwElg/SQxdURTvHrI/AAAAAAAAACs/usrdsyxTj3E/s72-c/0,,10774880-EX,00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18697246.post-5695506877144963435</id><published>2008-11-01T13:15:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-01T13:47:35.006Z</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Muito boa tarde! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como podem ver é fim de semana, e com isso sempre há um tempinho para relaxar da azáfama semanal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoje trago uma música na algibeira que vale o seu peso em ouro. Essa música, de uma banda que eu simplesmente adoro, apareceu num momento que a minha vida deu uma grande volta. Sempre pensei que as coisas dos filmes só aconteciam nos filmes, e que as coisas da vida real... Eram outra coisa. Sempre pensei que só as pessoas velhinhas é que morriam, mas afinal as pessoas na força da vida também nos podem deixar. Aconteceu isso com uma amiga minha. Dói sempre, mais ainda quando acontece assim. Fica sempre a pergunta: "E se...". Às vezes mais vale acreditar que o destino tem destas coisas, mas lá por aceitarmos não quer dizer que não sentimos a revolta inerente ao que o destino trouxe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sem mais delongas, esta é para ti Cláudia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos e abraços&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Linkin Park - Leave Out All The Rest&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I dreamed I was missing&lt;br /&gt;You were so scared&lt;br /&gt;But no one would listen&lt;br /&gt;Cause no one else cared&lt;br /&gt;After my dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I woke with this fear&lt;br /&gt;What am I leaving&lt;br /&gt;When I'm done here&lt;br /&gt;So if you're asking me I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my time comes&lt;br /&gt;Forget the wrong that i've done&lt;br /&gt;Help me leave behind some&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to be missed&lt;br /&gt;Don't resent me&lt;br /&gt;And when you're feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your memory&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;I've taken my beating&lt;br /&gt;I've shared what i made&lt;br /&gt;I'm strong on the surface&lt;br /&gt;Not all the way through&lt;br /&gt;I've never been perfect&lt;br /&gt;But neither have you&lt;br /&gt;So if you're asking me I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my time comes&lt;br /&gt;Forget the wrong that i've done&lt;br /&gt;Help me leave behind some&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to be missed&lt;br /&gt;Don't resent me&lt;br /&gt;And when you're feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your memory&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting / all the hurt inside you learned to hide so well&lt;br /&gt;Pretending / someone else can come and save me from myself&lt;br /&gt;I can't be who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my time comes&lt;br /&gt;Forget the wrong that I've done&lt;br /&gt;Help me leave behind some&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to be missed&lt;br /&gt;Don't resent me&lt;br /&gt;And when you're feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your memory&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting / all the hurt inside you learned to hide so well&lt;br /&gt;Pretending / someone else can come and save me from myself&lt;br /&gt;I can't be who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DjljseDwElg/SQxdURTvHrI/AAAAAAAAACs/usrdsyxTj3E/s1600-h/0,,10774880-EX,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DjljseDwElg/SQxdURTvHrI/AAAAAAAAACs/usrdsyxTj3E/s320/0,,10774880-EX,00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263684667314216626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18697246-5695506877144963435?l=bugkiller03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugkiller03.blogspot.com/feeds/5695506877144963435/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18697246&amp;postID=5695506877144963435' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697246/posts/default/5695506877144963435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697246/posts/default/5695506877144963435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugkiller03.blogspot.com/2008/11/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Bug Killer 03</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415536881588606133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DjljseDwElg/SQxdURTvHrI/AAAAAAAAACs/usrdsyxTj3E/s72-c/0,,10774880-EX,00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18697246.post-7574354396780092126</id><published>2008-10-28T22:26:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:50:59.445Z</updated><title type='text'>Strong Entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Só a entrada desta música diz tudo. Começa logo com uns acordes mágicos que nos tocam em pontos específicos e que nos despertam os sentidos para o que vem a seguir. Não sei bem como, nem sei bem porquê mas assim que começa a música lembro-me dum vídeo-tributo de um carro branco. Quem mandou esse vídeo? O meu Ganda Breda que tem dois carros daqueles! Estavam em promoção por isso não o censurem, que ele é bom rapaz. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;É uma música para as pessoas de coração partido, assim como é uma música para as pessoas que têm um coração bom. O mais acertado será dizer, que pode ser uma ou outra opção, assim como a junção das duas. Tem partes bem distintas, partes que nos fazem pensar calmamente assim como outras que nos fazem arrancar prego a fundo rumo ao desconhecido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sem dúvida uma música muito forte que recomendo a pessoas que saibam ouvir a música com o dom da percepção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos e abraços!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 Doors Down - Kryptonite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I took a walk around the world to ease my troubled mind&lt;br /&gt;I left my body laying somewhere in the sands of time&lt;br /&gt;I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon&lt;br /&gt;I feel there is nothing I can do, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon&lt;br /&gt;After all I knew it had to be something to do with you&lt;br /&gt;I really don't mind what happens now and then&lt;br /&gt;As long as you'll be my friend at the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman&lt;br /&gt;If I'm alive and well, will you be there holding my hand&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you by my side with my superhuman might&lt;br /&gt;Kryptonite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You called me strong, you called me weak&lt;br /&gt;But still your secrets I will keep&lt;br /&gt;You took for granted all the times I never let you down&lt;br /&gt;You stumbled in and bumped your head&lt;br /&gt;If not for me then you would be dead&lt;br /&gt;I picked you up and put you back on solid ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman&lt;br /&gt;If I'm alive and well, will you be there holding my hand&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you by my side with my superhuman might&lt;br /&gt;Kryptonite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman&lt;br /&gt;If I'm alive and well, will you be there holding my hand&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you by my side with my superhuman might&lt;br /&gt;Kryptonite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman&lt;br /&gt;If I'm alive and well, will you be there holding my hand&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you by my side with my superhuman might&lt;br /&gt;Kryptonite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DjljseDwElg/SQeUZnckIyI/AAAAAAAAACk/kEzGT8_ZCk8/s1600-h/f_3DoorsDowncm_f4ac254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DjljseDwElg/SQeUZnckIyI/AAAAAAAAACk/kEzGT8_ZCk8/s320/f_3DoorsDowncm_f4ac254.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262337857412145954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18697246-7574354396780092126?l=bugkiller03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugkiller03.blogspot.com/feeds/7574354396780092126/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18697246&amp;postID=7574354396780092126' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697246/posts/default/7574354396780092126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697246/posts/default/7574354396780092126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugkiller03.blogspot.com/2008/10/strong-entry.html' title='Strong Entry'/><author><name>Bug Killer 03</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415536881588606133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DjljseDwElg/SQeUZnckIyI/AAAAAAAAACk/kEzGT8_ZCk8/s72-c/f_3DoorsDowncm_f4ac254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18697246.post-7089600140433427438</id><published>2008-10-26T20:54:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:51:37.923Z</updated><title type='text'>Meaningful Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Para mim, a música é algo muito poderoso. Não sei bem como nem porquê, mas sempre tive contacto com as músicas especiais quando mais precisava delas... E agora quem veio primeiro, o ovo ou a galinha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Obviamente que por serem situações tão especiais, fizeram com que as músicas que não eram nada para mim se tornassem num marco na minha vida. Um marco com uma localização temporal bem definida, que até me faz lembrar de sabores, de aromas, de temperaturas, de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sítios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, de sons, de disposição... Adoro ouvir música, adoro andar a pé com música, fazer exercício com música, conduzir com música; um sem número de actividades em que a minha cabeça não precisa de estar nesse preciso instante nesse preciso lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Para dar inicio a isto, vou deixar aqui letras de músicas que me marcaram e uma breve descrição do seu porquê.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ora bem, esta aqui é Evanescence - My Immortal. Uma música muito especial para mim pois foi com esta música que eu e a Ana, minha alma gémea, nos unimos. Foram tempos incertos antes de iniciarmos a relação, tempos em que sofríamos por não nos podermos juntar tão cedo como queríamos, mas passados 4 anos e uns trocos concluo que mais uma semana menos uma semana, era igual ao litro :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Beijinhos e abraços ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Evanescence - My Immortal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm so tired of being here&lt;br /&gt;Suppressed by all my childish fears&lt;br /&gt;And if you have to leave&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you would just leave&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your presence still lingers here&lt;br /&gt;And it won't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;This pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;And I held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;But you still have&lt;br /&gt;All of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to captivate me&lt;br /&gt;By your resonating light&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm bound by the life you left behind&lt;br /&gt;Your face it haunts&lt;br /&gt;My once pleasant dreams&lt;br /&gt;Your voice it chased away&lt;br /&gt;All the sanity in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;This pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;But though you're still with me&lt;br /&gt;I've been alone all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DjljseDwElg/SQTejSFttmI/AAAAAAAAACc/Mg1o5Mxm30s/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DjljseDwElg/SQTejSFttmI/AAAAAAAAACc/Mg1o5Mxm30s/s400/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261574962408175202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18697246-7089600140433427438?l=bugkiller03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugkiller03.blogspot.com/feeds/7089600140433427438/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18697246&amp;postID=7089600140433427438' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697246/posts/default/7089600140433427438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697246/posts/default/7089600140433427438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugkiller03.blogspot.com/2008/10/msicas-com-especial-significado.html' title='Meaningful Songs'/><author><name>Bug Killer 03</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415536881588606133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DjljseDwElg/SQTejSFttmI/AAAAAAAAACc/Mg1o5Mxm30s/s72-c/9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18697246.post-5807942777074116328</id><published>2007-07-24T11:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T11:25:09.736+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitaites</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A partir de agora podeis comentar no meu blog, mesmo que não estejas registado no blogger.com! Se eu achar que te armaste em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; carapau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DjljseDwElg/RqXRuwzMAUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SS5mZi562Tk/s1600-h/carapau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DjljseDwElg/RqXRuwzMAUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SS5mZi562Tk/s400/carapau.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090705555115999554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de corrida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DjljseDwElg/RqXSKwzMAVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/S_R07Xi4jqg/s1600-h/Heel-strike-701737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DjljseDwElg/RqXSKwzMAVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/S_R07Xi4jqg/s400/Heel-strike-701737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090706036152336722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;faço com que a censura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DjljseDwElg/RqXSyQzMAWI/AAAAAAAAACE/DWfzCI-_nn4/s1600-h/oogie_boogie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DjljseDwElg/RqXSyQzMAWI/AAAAAAAAACE/DWfzCI-_nn4/s400/oogie_boogie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090706714757169506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seja aplicada, porque não há cá frouchos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DjljseDwElg/RqXTGQzMAXI/AAAAAAAAACM/BxOfA4k-zRI/s1600-h/Flubber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DjljseDwElg/RqXTGQzMAXI/AAAAAAAAACM/BxOfA4k-zRI/s400/Flubber.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090707058354553202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PS: Sou o pior!&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/18697246-5807942777074116328?l=bugkiller03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugkiller03.blogspot.com/feeds/5807942777074116328/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18697246&amp;postID=5807942777074116328' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697246/posts/default/5807942777074116328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697246/posts/default/5807942777074116328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugkiller03.blogspot.com/2007/07/bitaites.html' title='Bitaites'/><author><name>Bug Killer 03</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415536881588606133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DjljseDwElg/RqXRuwzMAUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SS5mZi562Tk/s72-c/carapau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18697246.post-8908147276279179855</id><published>2007-07-23T20:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T21:33:59.399+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Qual o teu prato favorito?</title><content type='html'>Boas noites! Já há algum tempo que não escrevia, mas o tempo tem sido curto para tomar conta de tudo... Hoje quando me inquiriram sobre o que eu desejava para o jantar, respondi automaticamente sem pensar. Isto deve-se ao facto de tantas vezes responder a mesma coisa (se bem que muito raramente os meus pedidos são atendidos...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora bem, o que eu respondi foi que o prato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DjljseDwElg/RqUImgzMAOI/AAAAAAAAABE/N-m9HoxtAD0/s1600-h/rear-admiral-dinner-plate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DjljseDwElg/RqUImgzMAOI/AAAAAAAAABE/N-m9HoxtAD0/s400/rear-admiral-dinner-plate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090484411544895714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que desejava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DjljseDwElg/RqUObgzMATI/AAAAAAAAABs/DFo-Bh10HZI/s1600-h/boo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DjljseDwElg/RqUObgzMATI/AAAAAAAAABs/DFo-Bh10HZI/s400/boo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090490819636101426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;era: Bife frito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DjljseDwElg/RqUJGQzMAPI/AAAAAAAAABM/y70u5ZaTZt4/s1600-h/cow_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DjljseDwElg/RqUJGQzMAPI/AAAAAAAAABM/y70u5ZaTZt4/s400/cow_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090484957005742322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;com batatas fritas e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DjljseDwElg/RqUJlQzMAQI/AAAAAAAAABU/8npCcXm732E/s1600-h/photofries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DjljseDwElg/RqUJlQzMAQI/AAAAAAAAABU/8npCcXm732E/s400/photofries.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090485489581687042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;um ovo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DjljseDwElg/RqUJ8AzMARI/AAAAAAAAABc/CKqP_d0vBwE/s1600-h/egg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DjljseDwElg/RqUJ8AzMARI/AAAAAAAAABc/CKqP_d0vBwE/s400/egg2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090485880423710994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a cavalo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DjljseDwElg/RqUKLAzMASI/AAAAAAAAABk/vlwddwcmqoo/s1600-h/MustangHorse1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DjljseDwElg/RqUKLAzMASI/AAAAAAAAABk/vlwddwcmqoo/s400/MustangHorse1024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090486138121748770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na verdade não é o meu prato favorito, é apenas um que gosto muito ;) Sou de gostos muito requintados, sim porque o cavalo é um Mustang :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Podia ter sido um daqueles cavalos da Ferrari, mas esses estão guardados para os bitoques de quem gosta mesmo de Ferrari! Eu cá não sou assim tão exigente :)&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/18697246-8908147276279179855?l=bugkiller03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugkiller03.blogspot.com/feeds/8908147276279179855/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18697246&amp;postID=8908147276279179855' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697246/posts/default/8908147276279179855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697246/posts/default/8908147276279179855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugkiller03.blogspot.com/2007/07/qual-o-teu-prato-favorito.html' title='Qual o teu prato favorito?'/><author><name>Bug Killer 03</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415536881588606133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DjljseDwElg/RqUImgzMAOI/AAAAAAAAABE/N-m9HoxtAD0/s72-c/rear-admiral-dinner-plate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18697246.post-1377134962772922811</id><published>2007-07-07T19:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T19:59:51.187+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ides à praia?</title><content type='html'>Então&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DjljseDwElg/Ro_hyQJna4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/KonkSDqWNLY/s1600-h/25058024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DjljseDwElg/Ro_hyQJna4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/KonkSDqWNLY/s400/25058024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084530757769587586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Put da cream ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizem os entendidos que a dica funciona! Experimentem com as bifas, que elas costumam pedir para por o creme, e ainda agradecem com jeitinho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18697246-1377134962772922811?l=bugkiller03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugkiller03.blogspot.com/feeds/1377134962772922811/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18697246&amp;postID=1377134962772922811' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697246/posts/default/1377134962772922811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697246/posts/default/1377134962772922811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugkiller03.blogspot.com/2007/07/ides-praia.html' title='Ides à praia?'/><author><name>Bug Killer 03</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415536881588606133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DjljseDwElg/Ro_hyQJna4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/KonkSDqWNLY/s72-c/25058024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18697246.post-1925294744898900883</id><published>2007-07-06T20:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T22:30:54.492+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Grande Abraço!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ora muito boa noite! Isto cada vez que se tem de estudar surgem coisas semi-esquecidas vindas da mais distante das memórias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitos de vocês já ouviram certamente uma expressão que se refere à despedida de dois amigos que gostam de enfatizar o tamanho do seu cumprimento por assim dizer. Cumprimento esse que é presságio de alguma saudade e desejo de reencontro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa maneira de cumprimentar de forma tão sentida e saudosa surge na forma de algo do género:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço do tamanho de Angola e Moçambique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora isto quer dizer que é mesmo um grande abraço! Vejam por vocês mesmos ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DjljseDwElg/RpAF-wJna5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/KI6L_MqXY2U/s1600-h/Angola+e+Mozambique.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DjljseDwElg/RpAF-wJna5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/KI6L_MqXY2U/s400/Angola+e+Mozambique.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084570554936552338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De referir que embora a localização global seja especifica, os destinatários do abraço podem ser quaisquer pessoas, possuam ou não algum grau de parentesco com a pessoa que recebe o recado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xicorações não são permitidos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18697246-1925294744898900883?l=bugkiller03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugkiller03.blogspot.com/feeds/1925294744898900883/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18697246&amp;postID=1925294744898900883' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697246/posts/default/1925294744898900883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697246/posts/default/1925294744898900883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugkiller03.blogspot.com/2007/07/grande-abrao.html' title='Grande Abraço!'/><author><name>Bug Killer 03</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415536881588606133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DjljseDwElg/RpAF-wJna5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/KI6L_MqXY2U/s72-c/Angola+e+Mozambique.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18697246.post-1484651730043004875</id><published>2007-07-04T19:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T21:21:53.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje venho falar-vos de uma coisa que me põe a pensar muito. Tanto que já estou farto de puxar pela cabeça sozinho e venho escrever aqui porque já não aguento mais! Venho falar-vos da reflexão... O que é a reflexão em si? Uns dizem que é pensar sobre algo, desenvolver raciocinio útil ou inútil sobre algum assunto e/ou objecto, etc. tudo envolvendo a mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas qual é o meu espanto, que numa altura em que o meu poder de raciocinio é mais necessário do que nunca, que me deparo com o facto de que para reflectir não é preciso uma mente, mas apenas um espelho! Quem diz um espelho, diz uma colher (que dá um reflexo muito engraçado na sua face convexa), diz uma pintura dum carro imaculada, diz um lago em que nos banhamos e esperámos que a água ficasse calma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem diria, afinal das contas, que para reflecitr apenas preciso dum espelho, ou melhor, duma colher! Ainda hoje, o meu estudo nocturno após este post, será feito de colher em punho, uma colher limpa ou lambida, consoante a existencia ou não do midnight snack que usarei para me instruir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a colher esteja convosco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DjljseDwElg/RovrPwJna2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/9qiC0O9m3aE/s1600-h/Colher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DjljseDwElg/RovrPwJna2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/9qiC0O9m3aE/s400/Colher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083415260273535842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adaptado de um antigo post meu, de 19 de Junho de 2006 do meu anterior blog ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18697246-1484651730043004875?l=bugkiller03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugkiller03.blogspot.com/feeds/1484651730043004875/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18697246&amp;postID=1484651730043004875' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697246/posts/default/1484651730043004875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697246/posts/default/1484651730043004875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugkiller03.blogspot.com/2007/07/reflexo.html' title='Reflexão'/><author><name>Bug Killer 03</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415536881588606133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DjljseDwElg/RovrPwJna2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/9qiC0O9m3aE/s72-c/Colher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18697246.post-1257257811805899194</id><published>2007-07-03T18:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T21:21:08.875+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O melhor filme de sempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este aqui :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4217/347/1600/mcqueen_1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4217/347/320/mcqueen_1024x768.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando mergulhado na nostalgia do que vivi, e principalmente do que gostei mesmo! Este é um filme que nos ensina umas coisinhas, coisinhas que já todos sabemos certamente, mas que com a maturidade vão desaparecendo. Desaparecem sem avisar e só notamos depois de algum tempo; tempo esse em que estamos profundamente concentrados na visualização exaustiva do nosso próprio umbigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se isso não te aconteceu, devo parabenizar-te pois sempre foste uma pessoa melhor que as demais :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18697246-1257257811805899194?l=bugkiller03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugkiller03.blogspot.com/feeds/1257257811805899194/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18697246&amp;postID=1257257811805899194' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697246/posts/default/1257257811805899194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697246/posts/default/1257257811805899194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugkiller03.blogspot.com/2007/07/o-melhor-filme-de-sempre.html' title='O melhor filme de sempre'/><author><name>Bug Killer 03</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415536881588606133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18697246.post-901215594483924122</id><published>2007-07-02T21:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T21:20:28.588+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porquê...</title><content type='html'>Porque é que às vezes os sonhos são tão difíceis de concretizar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase que aposto que alguns são assim tão difíceis de realizar porque só assim daríamos o verdadeiro valor ao nosso trabalho e esforço para conseguir alcançar tal sonho. (Nesta altura do campeonato, isto não é novidade para ninguém com mais de 10 anos...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que eu não daria valor a um sonho realizado, mesmo que para isso não tivesse feito puto? Pá, se calhar sim, se calhar até mais ou menos... Mas a noção de que um sonho alcançado, era até então apenas um sonho, e agora já não é (e espero não estar a embaralhar ninguém...) iria assim desvanecer-se muito rapidamente... Da maneira que a vida está feita, até que vamos ter problemas a esquecer que os sonhos eram apenas sonhos, e que o esforço que dispendemos não foi em vão! Vim aqui falar sobre isto, porque esta altura deita-me um pouco abaixo acabando assim com alguma da minha capacidade de trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusão... Trabalha cão, que a vida não é pêra doce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O caminho não é fácil, nem muitas vezes segue a direito, mas existe sem dúvida uma luz ao fundo do túnel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DjljseDwElg/RorHEgJna0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7YqE_RFXxKc/s1600-h/13107594.tracksfade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DjljseDwElg/RorHEgJna0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7YqE_RFXxKc/s400/13107594.tracksfade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083094009604696898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18697246-901215594483924122?l=bugkiller03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugkiller03.blogspot.com/feeds/901215594483924122/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18697246&amp;postID=901215594483924122' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697246/posts/default/901215594483924122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697246/posts/default/901215594483924122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugkiller03.blogspot.com/2007/07/porqu.html' title='Porquê...'/><author><name>Bug Killer 03</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14415536881588606133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DjljseDwElg/RorHEgJna0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7YqE_RFXxKc/s72-c/13107594.tracksfade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
