<?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-3357079588485362834</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:27:13.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>^-^</title><subtitle type='html'>Neste blogue não há descrição!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>- 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sofrer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Será que fui feita para ter desilusões?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Será que estou neste mundo para prejudicar os outros?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Será que &lt;em&gt;não posso ser feliz&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T.T&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/3357079588485362834-8317736933421019786?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8317736933421019786/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/92WMht267645-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357079588485362834.post-4223115171205235655</id><published>2008-02-06T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T01:14:23.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(L)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Será que &lt;strong&gt;nunca vou poder ser &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.i.&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/3357079588485362834-4223115171205235655?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/92WMht267645-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357079588485362834.post-2524608997593182952</id><published>2007-10-01T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T04:46:03.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*_*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RwDdyyhs1tI/AAAAAAAAAFk/n5j1RtPkojw/s1600-h/CÃ³pia+de+HPIM2638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116333041319204562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RwDdyyhs1tI/AAAAAAAAAFk/n5j1RtPkojw/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+HPIM2638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tenho a mania que sou ciumenta ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Odeio quando isso acontece :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mas isto só acontece porque te amo muito mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357079588485362834-2524608997593182952?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2524608997593182952/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=2524608997593182952' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/2524608997593182952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/2524608997593182952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='*_*'/><author><name>- Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991457273139361660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/92WMht267645-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RwDdyyhs1tI/AAAAAAAAAFk/n5j1RtPkojw/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+HPIM2638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357079588485362834.post-3588052493846476287</id><published>2007-09-12T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T15:58:46.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RuhuV8gFwHI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UOrvDJ_Qr7Q/s1600-h/HPIM3841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109455100548857970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RuhuV8gFwHI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UOrvDJ_Qr7Q/s400/HPIM3841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/Ruht6cgFwGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/OX5XKm0S27A/s1600-h/HPIM3840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109454628102455394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/Ruht6cgFwGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/OX5XKm0S27A/s400/HPIM3840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357079588485362834-3588052493846476287?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3588052493846476287/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=3588052493846476287' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/3588052493846476287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/3588052493846476287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>- Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991457273139361660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/92WMht267645-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RuhuV8gFwHI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UOrvDJ_Qr7Q/s72-c/HPIM3841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357079588485362834.post-3285753687251437498</id><published>2007-09-05T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T10:57:54.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;a Maddie está escondida de baixo da minha cama ..      said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;        ℓιтιинσѕѕѕ                       Cuz I'm here for you, Please don't walk away, Please tell me you'll stay :'D &lt;3     says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tu amas esse smile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;a Maddie está escondida de baixo da minha cama ..      says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nao x.X amo o namorado ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;        ℓιтιинσѕѕѕ                       Cuz I'm here for you, Please don't walk away, Please tell me you'll stay :'D &lt;3     says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ahh bom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;  ℓιтιинσѕѕѕ                       Cuz I'm here for you, Please don't walk away, Please tell me you'll stay :'D &lt;3     says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;isso tb xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;   a Maddie está escondida de baixo da minha cama ..      says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;  ℓιтιинσѕѕѕ                       Cuz I'm here for you, Please don't walk away, Please tell me you'll stay :'D &lt;3     says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357079588485362834-3285753687251437498?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3285753687251437498/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=3285753687251437498' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/3285753687251437498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/3285753687251437498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/maddie-est-escondida-de-baixo-da-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>- Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991457273139361660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/92WMht267645-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357079588485362834.post-5017840410980176603</id><published>2007-09-03T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T14:34:32.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M SORRY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CANT BE PERFECT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/Rtx9jc-ij3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/jmNiVdV34YY/s1600-h/CÃ³pia+de+HPIM2499+copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106094125558697842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/Rtx9jc-ij3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/jmNiVdV34YY/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+HPIM2499+copia.jpg" 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/3357079588485362834-5017840410980176603?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5017840410980176603/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=5017840410980176603' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/5017840410980176603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/5017840410980176603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>- Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991457273139361660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/92WMht267645-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/Rtx9jc-ij3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/jmNiVdV34YY/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+HPIM2499+copia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357079588485362834.post-8221263191253619220</id><published>2007-08-31T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T17:29:33.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;só me aptece é &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ganir&lt;/span&gt; *hun*&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/3357079588485362834-8221263191253619220?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8221263191253619220/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=8221263191253619220' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/8221263191253619220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/8221263191253619220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/s-me-aptece-ganir-hun.html' title=''/><author><name>- Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991457273139361660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/92WMht267645-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357079588485362834.post-330890303154811862</id><published>2007-08-31T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T17:22:44.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/Rtiwas-ij2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/JdS6WYcPEwU/s1600-h/4172emo-messbrasil.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105024150421016418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/Rtiwas-ij2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/JdS6WYcPEwU/s400/4172emo-messbrasil.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só me aptece &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;gritar&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;arrancar cabelos&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;arranhar&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;partir&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas que infeliz ideia heim --'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357079588485362834-330890303154811862?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/330890303154811862/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=330890303154811862' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/330890303154811862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/330890303154811862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/s-me-aptece-gritar-arrancar-cabelos.html' title=''/><author><name>- Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991457273139361660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/92WMht267645-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/Rtiwas-ij2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/JdS6WYcPEwU/s72-c/4172emo-messbrasil.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357079588485362834.post-6206653898320009762</id><published>2007-08-31T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T17:14:28.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Não mereço nada ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;I'm stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;HATE ME : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357079588485362834-6206653898320009762?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6206653898320009762/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=6206653898320009762' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Então &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;quando não tem ninguém para atrapalhar&lt;/span&gt; é do melhor! ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357079588485362834-1030363013564919318?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1030363013564919318/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=1030363013564919318' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/1030363013564919318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/1030363013564919318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/o-amor-to-to-to-lindo-ento-quando-no.html' title=''/><author><name>- Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991457273139361660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/92WMht267645-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357079588485362834.post-6690088325630876714</id><published>2007-08-31T11:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T12:01:19.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Amo-te cada vez mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Amo-te mais que ontem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;e menos que amanha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/Rthksc-ij0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Nqw5SJ1iGPY/s1600-h/903707.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104940892479983426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/Rthksc-ij0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Nqw5SJ1iGPY/s400/903707.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;     &lt;3&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RthlUM-ij1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/mIh7W_57-3k/s1600-h/CÃ³pia+de+903707.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104941575379783506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RthlUM-ij1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/mIh7W_57-3k/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+903707.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;(tenho uma leve impressão que algum deles vai tropessar ^.^)&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/3357079588485362834-6690088325630876714?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6690088325630876714/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=6690088325630876714' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/6690088325630876714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/6690088325630876714'/><link rel='alternate' 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style="color:#333333;"&gt;-mae mae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*a mae rsp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;-diz filho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*o filho aponta para ti e afirma*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;-aquela menina é tao linda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*a mae responde*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;-mas filho queres conhece-la?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*o miudinho aflito*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;-nao nao mae, nao pff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*a mae agarra na mao do menino e dirige-se para ao pe de ti*&lt;br /&gt;*o menina assim a esconder-se atras das pernas da mae, cheinho de vergonha*&lt;br /&gt;*e a mae*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;-oia vera este é o meu filho gonçalinho, ele gostava muito de te conhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*o gonçalinho todo vermelho de vergonha a esconder-se*&lt;br /&gt;*e tu*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;-oh nao tenhas vergonha anda ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*e esticas a mao*&lt;br /&gt;*a criança ainda envergonhada da-te a mao e diz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;-vera levas me a passear, pelo teu mundo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tu muito surpreendida*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;-Qual mundo lindo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*o menino cheio de confiança responde*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;-aquele em que as pessoas sao felizes, recebem e dao amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*tu sorris, das novamente a mae e dizes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;-anda, este é este o meu mundo e se quizeres apartir de agora pode ser o teu :P vens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*o menino exitou com medo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;-mas mas...e se for ao contrario, tenho medo vera :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*e tu sempre com um sorriso nos labios*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;-anda, confia em mim, prometo que nao te vais arrepender :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*os olhos do menino brilharam e ele sentio que podia confiar na vera, foi o que ele fez e nunca se arrependeu. ja la vao 1 ano, 4 meses e 4 dias, desde que o menino confiou na vera e desde esse momento sempre foi feliz, amou e foi amado :')*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357079588485362834-3035387959335810584?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3035387959335810584/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=3035387959335810584' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/3035387959335810584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/vhera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Mensagem 6&lt;br /&gt;(bloqueada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qero tar ctg. Qero tocar;te, beijar.te. Qero fazer amor ctg. N para d imaginar cmo vai ser a noxa tard. Tou tão ansioso pa tar ctg amor.&lt;br /&gt;AMO-TE PARA SEMPRE! Bons sonhos, amo-te &lt;3&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/3357079588485362834-6528103062900028880?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6528103062900028880/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=6528103062900028880' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/6528103062900028880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/6528103062900028880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/mensagem-6-bloqueada-qero-tar-ctg.html' title=''/><author><name>- Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991457273139361660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/92WMht267645-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357079588485362834.post-2322529358213602829</id><published>2007-08-27T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T02:11:28.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RtKSSc-ijwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jFUGm_FCZzk/s1600-h/CÃ³pia+de+HPIM2467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103302173477998338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RtKSSc-ijwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jFUGm_FCZzk/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+HPIM2467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou de volta a este mundo, a muito tempo que não vinha cá, mas vou actrualizar isto ao máximo, afinal, isto é como um diário para mim, penso que ninguém vem cá ; ) para além de ter dado o link a 2 pessoas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem, estes dias têm sido um pouco dificeis, o meu amor foi para a Serra da Estrela, e há pouca rede, logo não podemos falar muito :( sinto-me muito sozinha, ele é uma pesoa super especial, estamos a afastar-nos, ele precisa de desabafar, como ele me disse hoje e, tenho medo que procure outra pessoa para o fazer, pois pode afeiçoar-se a ela :( desapareceu uma coisa, um ser vivo muito especial para ele, também tenho sofrido com isso, 1º porque era lindo, 2º porque ele anda em baixo :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dizem que as compras são uma terapia, mas parece que em mim tem que ser mais forte, isso não resulta, comprei essa roupa aí -&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O meu único problema é a distancia e a rede.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neste momento ele está a dormir, triste comigo :( sim porque eu passei uma noite sem dormir, simplesmente estava as sms com ele, ele para de responder repente, fiquei preocupada (sem razão pois eram 0h logo ele devia estar a dormir) e mandei-lhe um toque, mesmo assim não acordou, mais tarde (as 4h30 da manha) mando outro toque e o telemóvel estava desligado, não sabia o que havia de pensar :( as 8h10 da manha ele liga-me, e exclarecemos tudo, ele não desligou o telemóvel, não sei o que se passou, mas fiquei muito triste mesmo :'x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois lá me esteve a animar :) fiquei contente, custou-me tanto a sorrir depois de uma noite inteira a chorar :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(L)&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/3357079588485362834-2322529358213602829?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2322529358213602829/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=2322529358213602829' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/2322529358213602829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/2322529358213602829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/estou-de-volta-este-mundo-muito-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>- Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991457273139361660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/92WMht267645-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RtKSSc-ijwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/jFUGm_FCZzk/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+HPIM2467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357079588485362834.post-78132872492055327</id><published>2007-08-04T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T20:32:08.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RrVDEzYJeRI/AAAAAAAAADk/_H11uD_fIUc/s1600-h/04-08-07_1747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095052303229614354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RrVDEzYJeRI/AAAAAAAAADk/_H11uD_fIUc/s320/04-08-07_1747.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;amo-te&lt;/span&gt; e tu amas-me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(é a única coisa que me vem a cabec,a neste momento)&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/3357079588485362834-78132872492055327?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/78132872492055327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=78132872492055327' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/78132872492055327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/78132872492055327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/eu-amo-te-e-tu-amas-me-nica-coisa-que.html' title=''/><author><name>- Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991457273139361660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/92WMht267645-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RrVDEzYJeRI/AAAAAAAAADk/_H11uD_fIUc/s72-c/04-08-07_1747.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357079588485362834.post-5142174438481557073</id><published>2007-08-04T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T18:36:12.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfeic,ão &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RrUnsDYJeQI/AAAAAAAAADc/0ZqvehXnIJo/s1600-h/CÃ³pia+de+04-08-07_1706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095022191213902082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RrUnsDYJeQI/AAAAAAAAADc/0ZqvehXnIJo/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+04-08-07_1706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nunca pensei, nunca pensei causar este efeito a alguém. Ele &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sim é perfeic,ão e eu quero o meu perfeccionismo para poder juntar ao dele, logo, vamos ser uma perfeic,ão autêntica, vamos ser um, vamos ser felizes e sorrir tanto até que doam as maçãs do rosto! &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Acredites ou não tu és perfeito! Nem que seja só, apenas e simplesmente para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Apenas tu me completas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lalaaaaalá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Príncipeeeeeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amo-te profundamente imenso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357079588485362834-5142174438481557073?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5142174438481557073/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=5142174438481557073' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/5142174438481557073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/5142174438481557073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/perfeico-3.html' title='Perfeic,ão &lt;3'/><author><name>- Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991457273139361660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/92WMht267645-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RrUnsDYJeQI/AAAAAAAAADc/0ZqvehXnIJo/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+04-08-07_1706.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357079588485362834.post-4568904760993644997</id><published>2007-08-04T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T18:26:09.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RrUm3zYJePI/AAAAAAAAADU/oaoSLYPYjdM/s1600-h/HPIM3261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095021293565737202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RrUm3zYJePI/AAAAAAAAADU/oaoSLYPYjdM/s320/HPIM3261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RrUmkzYJeOI/AAAAAAAAADM/VbFH97g-Lls/s1600-h/HPIM3419.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu amo-o,&lt;br /&gt;ele é a pessoa mais especial,&lt;br /&gt;mais única,&lt;br /&gt;mais &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;essencial&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;mais importante,&lt;br /&gt;ele sim, é o meu verdadeiro &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;herói&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;^-^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Super herói,&lt;br /&gt;leva-me a voar contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Leva-me e nunca mais voltes a este lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(L)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357079588485362834-4568904760993644997?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4568904760993644997/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=4568904760993644997' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/4568904760993644997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/4568904760993644997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/eu-amo-o-ele-pessoa-mais-especial-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>- Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991457273139361660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/92WMht267645-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RrUm3zYJePI/AAAAAAAAADU/oaoSLYPYjdM/s72-c/HPIM3261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357079588485362834.post-1592012120036137193</id><published>2007-08-04T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T18:02:42.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RrUe6jYJeNI/AAAAAAAAADE/Z-pZytwIkVM/s1600-h/17-07-07_1817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095012544717355218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RrUe6jYJeNI/AAAAAAAAADE/Z-pZytwIkVM/s320/17-07-07_1817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somos uma só &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;perfeição&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somos um.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Completamo-nos&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&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/3357079588485362834-1592012120036137193?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1592012120036137193/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=1592012120036137193' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/1592012120036137193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/1592012120036137193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/somos-uma-s-perfeio.html' title=''/><author><name>- Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991457273139361660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/92WMht267645-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RrUe6jYJeNI/AAAAAAAAADE/Z-pZytwIkVM/s72-c/17-07-07_1817.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357079588485362834.post-483076847896588300</id><published>2007-08-04T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T17:39:36.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RrUbvTYJeMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/qLQ0O850DUA/s1600-h/CÃ³pia+de+04-08-07_1440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095009052908943554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RrUbvTYJeMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/qLQ0O850DUA/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+04-08-07_1440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Parec,o feliz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Só sou feliz quando estou com ele &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(L)&lt;/span&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/3357079588485362834-483076847896588300?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/483076847896588300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=483076847896588300' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/483076847896588300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/483076847896588300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/08/pareco-feliz-s-sou-feliz-quando-estou.html' title=''/><author><name>- Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991457273139361660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/92WMht267645-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RrUbvTYJeMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/qLQ0O850DUA/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+04-08-07_1440.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357079588485362834.post-4142930579605426776</id><published>2007-07-30T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T03:00:24.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You're Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/Rq21cDYJeLI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Bz9zhut6rds/s1600-h/CÃ³pia+de+HPIM2263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092926247173454002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/Rq21cDYJeLI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Bz9zhut6rds/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+HPIM2263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always needed time on my own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never thought I'd need you there when I cried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the days feel like years when I'm alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the bed where you lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is made up on your side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you walk away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I count the steps that you take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And make it okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never felt this way before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything that I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reminds me of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the clothes you left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They lie on the floor And they smell just like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the things that you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you walk away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I count the steps that you take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And make it ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were made for each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out here forever I know we were Yeah, yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all I ever wanted was for you to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything I do I give my heart and soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The words I need to hear will always get me through the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And make it ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357079588485362834-4142930579605426776?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4142930579605426776/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=4142930579605426776' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/4142930579605426776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/4142930579605426776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-youre-gone.html' title='When You&apos;re Gone'/><author><name>- Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991457273139361660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/92WMht267645-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/Rq21cDYJeLI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Bz9zhut6rds/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+HPIM2263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357079588485362834.post-6016836354869271479</id><published>2007-07-29T14:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T14:58:48.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>∉</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/Rq0IgDYJeKI/AAAAAAAAACs/v27G0ubtJMQ/s1600-h/CÃ³pia+de+HPIM2252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092736100381325474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/Rq0IgDYJeKI/AAAAAAAAACs/v27G0ubtJMQ/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+HPIM2252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madeira... Estava farta daquela pequena porção de terra rodeada de água. Para começar e para me assustar, a aterragem foi horrível, pensava que ia morrer -.- estive tão longe d’&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ele &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :’/ e ele é tão importante para a minha felicidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele é tão especial e único! Não se fazia nada lá, estava tão triste, para além de aparentar exactamente o contrário, estava tão, mas tão triste, penso que ninguém se apercebeu, nem o próprio, finjo bem : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero que se preocupem comigo, se isto depois vai passar, para quê preocupar o pessoal? Vou estar com &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ele&lt;/span&gt; (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; daqui a uns dias. Finalmente :/ que saudades, que vontade eu tenho de te beijar, de te tocar, de te poder aturar um dia inteirinho! Tenho mesmo saudades dos carinhos dele :’x é tão carinhoso, tão ternurento, tão importante na minha vida, tão preocupado comigo e com o meu bem estar : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te Príncipe &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso apenas de ti para ser feliz, apenas e simplesmente de ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(L)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357079588485362834-6016836354869271479?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6016836354869271479/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=6016836354869271479' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/6016836354869271479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/6016836354869271479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post_29.html' title='∉'/><author><name>- Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991457273139361660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/92WMht267645-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/Rq0IgDYJeKI/AAAAAAAAACs/v27G0ubtJMQ/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+HPIM2252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357079588485362834.post-5209391315541106580</id><published>2007-07-18T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T08:14:03.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/Rp4tu8qDZ0I/AAAAAAAAACc/_eqA8gzFPyw/s1600-h/CÃ³pia+de+HPIM2047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088554913554982722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/Rp4tu8qDZ0I/AAAAAAAAACc/_eqA8gzFPyw/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+HPIM2047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou para a Madeira,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;volto mais tarde, muito mais tarde.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amo-te Gonçalo (&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(L')&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/3357079588485362834-5209391315541106580?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5209391315541106580/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=5209391315541106580' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/5209391315541106580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/5209391315541106580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/07/vou-para-madeira-volto-mais-tarde-muito.html' title=''/><author><name>- Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991457273139361660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/92WMht267645-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/Rp4tu8qDZ0I/AAAAAAAAACc/_eqA8gzFPyw/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+HPIM2047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357079588485362834.post-8024050259916913699</id><published>2007-07-17T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T14:46:10.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/Rp003cqDZzI/AAAAAAAAACU/kXmQEOyEJZU/s1600-h/CÃ³pia+de+15-07-07_1928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088281281188554546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/Rp003cqDZzI/AAAAAAAAACU/kXmQEOyEJZU/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+15-07-07_1928.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Rir, Parvar, Namorar, Assubiar, Partir, Descolar, Amarrotar, Aldrabar, Trair, Planear, Estanhar, Ouvir, Gritar, Mandar, Tirar, Falar, Falhar, Nadar, Planejar, Bravejar, Balear, Jogar, Fraquejar, Cantar, Discutir, Protestar, Defender, ver, Entender, Inuvar, Disparar, Molhar, Secar, Comer, Branquear, Vaguear, Sorrir, Recuar, Tardar, Aquecer, Chorar, Enrraivecer, Acalmar, Calar, Ajudar, Postar...&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/3357079588485362834-8024050259916913699?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8024050259916913699/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=8024050259916913699' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/8024050259916913699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/8024050259916913699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='♥'/><author><name>- Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991457273139361660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/92WMht267645-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/Rp003cqDZzI/AAAAAAAAACU/kXmQEOyEJZU/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+15-07-07_1928.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357079588485362834.post-7026168053860504568</id><published>2007-07-09T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T03:50:19.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RpIQhRQnXsI/AAAAAAAAACM/EByifgmkrkE/s1600-h/HPIM1920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085145093009530562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RpIQhRQnXsI/AAAAAAAAACM/EByifgmkrkE/s320/HPIM1920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You believe me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357079588485362834-7026168053860504568?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7026168053860504568/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=7026168053860504568' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/7026168053860504568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/7026168053860504568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-believe-me.html' title=''/><author><name>- Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991457273139361660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/92WMht267645-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RpIQhRQnXsI/AAAAAAAAACM/EByifgmkrkE/s72-c/HPIM1920.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357079588485362834.post-7013032605037774300</id><published>2007-07-05T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T04:32:30.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RozWHRQnXrI/AAAAAAAAACE/_-dxDHaa_jc/s1600-h/CÃ³pia+de+CÃ³pia+de+HPIM1909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083673499774967474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RozWHRQnXrI/AAAAAAAAACE/_-dxDHaa_jc/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+C%C3%B3pia+de+HPIM1909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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;&lt;br /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fuck The World&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;3 --:&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/3357079588485362834-7013032605037774300?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7013032605037774300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=7013032605037774300' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/7013032605037774300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/7013032605037774300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/07/fuck-world.html' title=''/><author><name>- Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991457273139361660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/92WMht267645-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RozWHRQnXrI/AAAAAAAAACE/_-dxDHaa_jc/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+C%C3%B3pia+de+HPIM1909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357079588485362834.post-3064586129382720902</id><published>2007-07-05T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T04:21:11.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não aguento&lt;/span&gt;, não tenho consigo mais, nunca mais te minto, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mesmo que seja para te ver bem&lt;/span&gt;, feliz e a sorrir, nunca mais te minto sobre nada, mesmo que isso possa acabar com a relação, não minto porque eu só te quero ver bem, e depois, não sei bem porque, parece que a culpa é sempre minha, tudo o que acontece de mau entre nós a culpa é minha. Talvez seja, mas se era, vai deixar de ser, porque agora, tudo vai mudar, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;já não vou ser a mesma pessoa de ontem, vou ser a pessoa que tu conheces-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; não te quero deixar, mas prefiro sem sincera do que depois dizeres "Porque não me contaste?" Ou então até podes vir a saber por outras pessoas. Eu &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amo-te&lt;/span&gt;, quero ficar contigo, mas se continuar assim, isto não vai correr bem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357079588485362834-3064586129382720902?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3064586129382720902/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=3064586129382720902' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/3064586129382720902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/3064586129382720902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-aguento-no-tenho-consigo-mais-nunca.html' title=''/><author><name>- Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991457273139361660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/92WMht267645-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357079588485362834.post-3513901915660496170</id><published>2007-06-30T16:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T16:52:40.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Já não dá, já não aguento, já é de mais para mim. Já não sei o que fazer, Penso que vou desistir, não tenho nenhuma obrigação de ser a pessoa responsável por eles! Fazem o que querem, não tenho nada a ver com isso. Gosto de vocês mas não posso fazer nada, se não se querem entender não entendão, mas pelo menos deixem-me fora do barulho, não quero ser acusada de meras parvoices, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;deixem-me em paz&lt;/span&gt;, quanto menos tempo dentro desta casa, melhor para mim, não tenho paciencia, hoje foi o limite de todos os limites, uma filha não pode sofrer tanto assim como eu sofro, tenho mais com que me preocupar, eles cada vez me deixam mais em baixo. Vêm aí dias de festa, talvez alguém me consiga animar, se não conseguirem, talvez prefira dizer as amigas e amigos "Vou ficar em casa, ando cançada! Vou dormir!" e dizer aos pais "Preciso de sair e divertir-me com os amigos!" E onde irei eu? Onde me vou enfiar? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vou-me enfiar no 2º sítio do mundo onde me sinto realmente bem!&lt;/span&gt; Já que 1º é nos teus braços meu amor! E nos teus braços eu não vou poder estar, por enquanto... Quero pensar no que vou fazer seguidamente à minha vida! E assim, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;vou tentar sonhar acordada, e pelo menos a sonhar, a dormir ou acordada, eu tenho um momento realmente feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&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/3357079588485362834-3513901915660496170?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3513901915660496170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=3513901915660496170' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/3513901915660496170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/3513901915660496170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/j-no-d-j-no-aguento-j-de-mais-para-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>- Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991457273139361660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/92WMht267645-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357079588485362834.post-490010162762365628</id><published>2007-06-30T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T02:46:02.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dias de merda completamente, não tem dado p/ estar cntg meu amor, mas não te preocupes que eu vou-te papar logo que puder. Tenho tantas saudades tuas, tenho mesmo necessidade de estar contigo, parece que já não estamos juntos à muito tempo, mas, na realidade, estivemos ontem juntos. Sinto tanto a tua falta meu bebé!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sabes que és a pessoa com quem quero mais estar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;penso que quando me magoas percebes, e se sabes o que me magoa, porque o dizes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Porque dizes mais vezes e mais vezes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Porque voltas sempre a dizer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Porquê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não é o nosso amor que está em causa, nunca metam o nosso amor em causa, se eu digo a palavra "Amo-te" é porque tenho razão p/ a dizer, sim porque eu não quero fazer sofrer mais ninguém como fiz já a tanto tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AMO-TE&lt;/span&gt; PRÍNCIPE &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não quero fazes sofrer ninguém, quando fiz sofrer também sofri por saber que aquela pessoa estava a sofrer por minha culpa! Não te quero perder mesmo meu pequenino : ) e já que, neste blog ninguém entra, eu digo aqui que, és o meu &lt;em&gt;coração mole&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357079588485362834-490010162762365628?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/490010162762365628/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=490010162762365628' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/490010162762365628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/490010162762365628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/dias-de-merda-completamente-no-tem-dado.html' title=''/><author><name>- Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991457273139361660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/92WMht267645-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357079588485362834.post-7965591549902706879</id><published>2007-06-27T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T05:57:22.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RoJeKhQnXpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hDBA4VislAg/s1600-h/CÃ³pia+de+HPIM1880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080726864447102610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 477px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 497px" height="497" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RoJeKhQnXpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hDBA4VislAg/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+HPIM1880.JPG" width="462" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357079588485362834-7965591549902706879?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7965591549902706879/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=7965591549902706879' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/7965591549902706879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/7965591549902706879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>- Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991457273139361660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/92WMht267645-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RoJeKhQnXpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hDBA4VislAg/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+HPIM1880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357079588485362834.post-6241824772600076889</id><published>2007-06-27T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T04:45:22.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RoJNlBQnXoI/AAAAAAAAABs/Q4dQzregXZs/s1600-h/CÃ³pia+de+HPIM1875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080708628015963778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RoJNlBQnXoI/AAAAAAAAABs/Q4dQzregXZs/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+HPIM1875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que dias que dias, se me vejo livre dos exames até penso que é mentira. Tem sido muito cansativo mas já só falta o exame de Área de Projecto, tou tão feliz :D Parece que não vai haver oral de Inglês, por isso sou uma criança feliz. Se não ia dar uma grande barraca p/ lá! Bem os Skittles estão a dar-me a volta a barriga -.- mas agora quero acabar com eles páh! Que merdaaaaaaaaaa, hoje já não tenho esperanças de estar com o meu ELE &amp;hearts; Amo-te babe! Fogo quero é ir sair a noite, principalmente com o meu amor, ainda bem que o Colete Encaranado está a chegar, o ano passado foi uma desgraça :S Mas este ano te garanto meu amor &amp;hearts; vai ser muito diferente! AMO-TE… E não sei o que dizer por isso, xau! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te meu Mariquinhas Pé De Salsa! &amp;hearts;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(exame de Inglês - fágil)&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/3357079588485362834-6241824772600076889?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6241824772600076889/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=6241824772600076889' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/6241824772600076889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/6241824772600076889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/que-dias-que-dias-se-me-vejo-livre-dos.html' title=''/><author><name>- Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991457273139361660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/92WMht267645-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RoJNlBQnXoI/AAAAAAAAABs/Q4dQzregXZs/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+HPIM1875.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357079588485362834.post-8327588491383256097</id><published>2007-06-26T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T13:39:35.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RoF4cl6o17I/AAAAAAAAABc/3xw9anRA0s8/s1600-h/CÃ³pia+de+HPIM1868.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080474287260358578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 409px" height="320" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RoF4cl6o17I/AAAAAAAAABc/3xw9anRA0s8/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+HPIM1868.JPG" width="86" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Este foi o melhor ano da minha vida, foi um ano em que conheci muita gente importante da minha vida, mas o melhor de tudo foi que conheci o meu namorado a fundo, e isso foi o que me fez gostar mais dele, é uma pessoa mesmo especial e eu fui percebendo disso. Vergonha de ti? Vou-te ser sincera, nos primeiros dias, nas primeiras semanas sim, sabes quando nos começamos a ambientar? : ) Sentia-me tão bem contigo, e pensava p/ mim que tinha o melhor namorado do mundo! Tinha um namorado que toda a gente gostava de ter, e todos os dias perdias 2 horas de comboio só p/ vir p/ a minha escola, só p/ estar comigo, só p/ estar perto de mim e ver-me todos os dias. Amei este ano, foi simplesmente inesquecível. O dia mais complicado sem dúvida foi o dia em que te contei aquilo, aquilo que quando leres isto vais perceber perfeitamente, não sei como não morremos afogados naquela tarde, sei que quando te contei senti uma coisa estranha, sei que, por um lado, senti-me aliviada por ter conseguido contar, para além de ter medo de te perder, eu nunca pensei que conseguisses superar aquilo, mas acredita que eu também não fiquei em melhor estado. Andas-te meio tristinho durante umas semanas, as semanas piores no meu ano inesquecível. Mas o certo é que depois passou, e ficámos felizes :D Com altos e baixos na relação não é verdade, como qualquer outro casal de namorados ou mesmo marido e mulher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sim&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eu amo-te e para mim és perfeito, nunca te esqueces-te de mim, és tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&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/3357079588485362834-8327588491383256097?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8327588491383256097/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=8327588491383256097' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/8327588491383256097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/8327588491383256097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/este-foi-o-melhor-ano-da-minha-vida-foi.html' title=''/><author><name>- Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991457273139361660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/92WMht267645-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RoF4cl6o17I/AAAAAAAAABc/3xw9anRA0s8/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+HPIM1868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357079588485362834.post-1216792279022469998</id><published>2007-06-26T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T04:25:31.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RoD25V6o16I/AAAAAAAAABU/VcPCFI0yOY4/s1600-h/CÃ³pia+de+HPIM1855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080331844669986722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RoD25V6o16I/AAAAAAAAABU/VcPCFI0yOY4/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+HPIM1855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Metam-me longe dos meus amigos,&lt;br /&gt;Metam-me longe dos meus pais,&lt;br /&gt;Metam-me longe dos meus avós,&lt;br /&gt;Metam-me longe das pessoas importantes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também me podem tirar o sol,&lt;br /&gt;A água,&lt;br /&gt;O oxigénio,&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;O sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;O tacto,&lt;br /&gt;O paladar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não me tirem o meu amor,&lt;br /&gt;Porque se não tirarem,&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso dizer,&lt;br /&gt;Se não me tirarem a fala,&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357079588485362834-1216792279022469998?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1216792279022469998/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=1216792279022469998' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/1216792279022469998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/1216792279022469998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/metam-me-longe-dos-meus-amigos-metam-me.html' title=''/><author><name>- Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991457273139361660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/92WMht267645-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RoD25V6o16I/AAAAAAAAABU/VcPCFI0yOY4/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+HPIM1855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357079588485362834.post-8286068248054256758</id><published>2007-06-26T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T04:04:30.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Aqui nos teus braços, é o único sítio do mundo onde me sinto realmente bem!" &lt;3 diz:&lt;br /&gt;tou farta disto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Joana Margarida # diz:&lt;br /&gt;Imagino , quita ja ficas livre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aqui nos teus braços, é o único sítio do mundo onde me sinto realmente bem!" &lt;3 diz:&lt;br /&gt;fdx e vou chumbar e que sa foda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Joana Margarida # diz:&lt;br /&gt;calma . Ainda ha esperança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aqui nos teus braços, é o único sítio do mundo onde me sinto realmente bem!" &lt;3 diz:&lt;br /&gt;há&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aqui nos teus braços, é o único sítio do mundo onde me sinto realmente bem!" &lt;3 diz:&lt;br /&gt;eu ja nao as tenho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Joana Margarida # diz:&lt;br /&gt;tens de ter :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aqui nos teus braços, é o único sítio do mundo onde me sinto realmente bem!" &lt;3 diz:&lt;br /&gt;p/ além de a geografia ser muito fágil :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Joana Margarida # diz:&lt;br /&gt;nao as podes perder :7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aqui nos teus braços, é o único sítio do mundo onde me sinto realmente bem!" &lt;3 diz:&lt;br /&gt;uh, tu não tas na minha situação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aqui nos teus braços, é o único sítio do mundo onde me sinto realmente bem!" &lt;3 diz:&lt;br /&gt;epáh tudo bem, só estou aqui porque quero,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aqui nos teus braços, é o único sítio do mundo onde me sinto realmente bem!" &lt;3 diz:&lt;br /&gt;mas epáh fdx nao sabes mesmo cmo estou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aqui nos teus braços, é o único sítio do mundo onde me sinto realmente bem!" &lt;3 diz:&lt;br /&gt;não ligues,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Joana Margarida # diz:&lt;br /&gt;LIGO SIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aqui nos teus braços, é o único sítio do mundo onde me sinto realmente bem!" &lt;3 diz:&lt;br /&gt;eu já sei que vou chumbar e paciencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aqui nos teus braços, é o único sítio do mundo onde me sinto realmente bem!" &lt;3 diz:&lt;br /&gt;ninguém me mandou ser assim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aqui nos teus braços, é o único sítio do mundo onde me sinto realmente bem!" &lt;3 diz:&lt;br /&gt;ninguém mandou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Joana Margarida # diz:&lt;br /&gt;nao quero-te asim, qero a vera LEGRE COMO SEMPRE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aqui nos teus braços, é o único sítio do mundo onde me sinto realmente bem!" &lt;3 diz:&lt;br /&gt;e acredita que tenho capacidades p/ fazer ainda melhor, muito melhor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aqui nos teus braços, é o único sítio do mundo onde me sinto realmente bem!" &lt;3 diz:&lt;br /&gt;eu nunca mais me vou ver nesta situação, nunca mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Joana Margarida # diz:&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei, vera, eu sei isso tudo,! tu es uma rapariga esperta, muito esperta alias, se qisesses passavas com 4s ! Isso podes ter a certeza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Joana Margarida # diz:&lt;br /&gt;E fiquei surpreendida com o que disses-te pq tu propria tens consciencia, que estas assim por culpa tua, e isso e bom teres reconhecido o teu erro !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Joana Margarida # diz:&lt;br /&gt;Agora tens de continuar em frente, sabes que tens sempre o meu apoio para tudo : / eu tento sempre ajudar-te nos estudos, pq a minha grande alegria, era vera na pauta, vera --- transitou !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aqui nos teus braços, é o único sítio do mundo onde me sinto realmente bem!" &lt;3 diz:&lt;br /&gt;mas sabes que agora é completamente impossível certo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aqui nos teus braços, é o único sítio do mundo onde me sinto realmente bem!" &lt;3 diz:&lt;br /&gt;paciencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Joana Margarida # diz:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aqui nos teus braços, é o único sítio do mundo onde me sinto realmente bem!" &lt;3 diz:&lt;br /&gt;bem agora se chumbar paciencia, mas para o ano nem vou precisar de tirar positiva no exame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Joana Margarida # diz:&lt;br /&gt;porque ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Joana Margarida # diz:&lt;br /&gt;Nao ha exames ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aqui nos teus braços, é o único sítio do mundo onde me sinto realmente bem!" &lt;3 diz:&lt;br /&gt;este ano foi só brincadeira, eu não tinha a noção do que é isso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Joana Margarida # diz:&lt;br /&gt;exacto , nao foi bem brincadeira, foi mais ligares a outras coisas !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aqui nos teus braços, é o único sítio do mundo onde me sinto realmente bem!" &lt;3 diz:&lt;br /&gt;é verdade, mas pronto, paciencia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aqui nos teus braços, é o único sítio do mundo onde me sinto realmente bem!" &lt;3 diz:&lt;br /&gt;cagalhão pra isto tudo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Joana Margarida # diz:&lt;br /&gt;Agora, e' pensar que para o ano, e' ESTUDAR! ligar aos estudos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aqui nos teus braços, é o único sítio do mundo onde me sinto realmente bem!" &lt;3 diz:&lt;br /&gt;pois acredita que pior, só acabar com o diogo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Joana Margarida # diz:&lt;br /&gt;e pq averias de acabar com ele ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aqui nos teus braços, é o único sítio do mundo onde me sinto realmente bem!" &lt;3 diz:&lt;br /&gt;Não vou acabar com ele, mas ele vai para longe, vamos ficar muito separados outra vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aqui nos teus braços, é o único sítio do mundo onde me sinto realmente bem!" &lt;3 diz:&lt;br /&gt;eu tenho não pensar nisso mas, é impossível!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Joana Margarida # diz:&lt;br /&gt;yaa . Vai ser dificil mana !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Joana Margarida # diz:&lt;br /&gt;Mas olha, podem-se ver, eu sei que e' dificl mas a vida e' mesmo assim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Joana Margarida # diz:&lt;br /&gt;Nao te deixes levar a baixo outra vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aqui nos teus braços, é o único sítio do mundo onde me sinto realmente bem!" &lt;3 diz:&lt;br /&gt;e a culpa é minha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aqui nos teus braços, é o único sítio do mundo onde me sinto realmente bem!" &lt;3 diz:&lt;br /&gt;eu podia ter ido estudar para lá com ele,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aqui nos teus braços, é o único sítio do mundo onde me sinto realmente bem!" &lt;3 diz:&lt;br /&gt;se eu tivesse passado,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aqui nos teus braços, é o único sítio do mundo onde me sinto realmente bem!" &lt;3 diz:&lt;br /&gt;e iamos os 2 p/ artes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aqui nos teus braços, é o único sítio do mundo onde me sinto realmente bem!" &lt;3 diz:&lt;br /&gt;e ficavamo os dois felizes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aqui nos teus braços, é o único sítio do mundo onde me sinto realmente bem!" &lt;3 diz:&lt;br /&gt;e...pronto eu tinha que estragar tudo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357079588485362834-8286068248054256758?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8286068248054256758/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=8286068248054256758' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/8286068248054256758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/8286068248054256758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/aqui-nos-teus-braos-o-nico-stio-do_26.html' title=''/><author><name>- Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991457273139361660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/92WMht267645-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357079588485362834.post-1737908376957373439</id><published>2007-06-26T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T03:57:18.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not okay ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"- Como é que se chama esta música?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not okay, certo?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não estás bem pois não?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Então? O que estás aqui a fazer fora?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anda!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi assim a coisa mais linda do mundo, és tão querido, és tudo, és aquele! :') És a única pessoa que nunca se esqueceu de mim, mas disso eu tenho uma certeza mesmo certa, amo-te meu melhor amigo, tu sim és o melhor amigo! MELHOR AMIGO♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I'm Not Okay (I Promise)"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say.&lt;br /&gt;I never want to let you down or have you go, it's better off this way.&lt;br /&gt;For all the dirty looks, the photographs your boyfriend took,&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second floor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not okay&lt;br /&gt;I'm not okay&lt;br /&gt;I'm not okay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wear me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will it take to show you that it's not the life it seems?&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;I'm not okay&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;I've told you time and time again you sing the words but don't know what it means&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;I'm not okay&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be a joke and look, another line without a hook&lt;br /&gt;I held you close as we both shook for the last time take a good hard look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not okay&lt;br /&gt;I'm not okay&lt;br /&gt;I'm not okay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wear me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the dirty looks&lt;br /&gt;The photographs your boyfriend took&lt;br /&gt;You said you read me like a book, but the pages all are torn and frayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm okay&lt;br /&gt;I'm okay!&lt;br /&gt;I'm okay, now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(I'm okay, now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you really need to listen to me&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm telling you the truth&lt;br /&gt;I mean this, I'm okay!&lt;br /&gt;(Trust Me) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm not okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm not okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, I'm not okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm not o-fucking-kay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm not okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm not okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Okay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm Not Okay (I Promise) (tradução)&lt;br /&gt;My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu Não Estou Bem (Eu prometo)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bem, se você queria honestidade, isso é tudo que você tinha a dizer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu nunca quis te decepcionar ou te fazer partir, é melhor dessejeito&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Por todos os olhares pervertidos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;para as fotografias que seu namorado tirou&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lembra-se de quando você quebrou o pé por pular do segundo andar?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu não estou bem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu não estou bem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu não estou bem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Você me deixou cansado&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O que fará você acreditar que a vida não é o que parece? (eu não estou bem)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu te disse várias vezes e você canta as palavras,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mas não sabe o que elas significam&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ser uma brincadeira e olhar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Outra linha sem um anzol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu te abracei bem perto como se nós dois nos chocássemos pela última vez&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dê uma boa olhada!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu não estou bem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu não estou bem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu não estou bem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Você me deixou cansado&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Esqueça todos os olhares pervertidos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As fotografias que seu namorado tirou&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Você diz que me lê como um livro,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mas as páginas estão todas rasgadas e desgastadas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu estou bem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu estou bem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu estou bem, agora&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Eu estou bem, agora)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mas você realmente precisa me ouvir&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Porque eu estou te dizendo a verdade&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu falo sério&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E estou bem!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Acredite em mim&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu não estou bem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu não estou bem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bom, eu não estou bem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu não estou bem nem fudendo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu não estou bem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu não estou bem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(bem)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357079588485362834-1737908376957373439?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1737908376957373439/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=1737908376957373439' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Aqui nos teus braços,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é o único sítio do mundo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;onde me sinto realmente bem!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357079588485362834-4667167771063354262?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4667167771063354262/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=4667167771063354262' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/4667167771063354262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/4667167771063354262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/aqui-nos-teus-braos-o-nico-stio-do_25.html' title=''/><author><name>- Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991457273139361660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/92WMht267645-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357079588485362834.post-1972131042734079563</id><published>2007-06-23T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T03:24:46.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/Rnz0Vl6o15I/AAAAAAAAABM/6sG2TstPiek/s1600-h/myownbags1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079203131559565202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/Rnz0Vl6o15I/AAAAAAAAABM/6sG2TstPiek/s320/myownbags1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;YEAH :D&lt;br /&gt;Vou ter uma mala novaaaaaaaa, epáh ainda não tenho a certeza de qual seja, mas hoje vou encomendá-la, não gosto cá muito de publicidades mas epáh, &lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/my0wnbags"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://www.fotolog.com/my0wnbags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; veijam essas coisas lindas *________*&lt;br /&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;&lt;br /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já viram? Brutais não são? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não engano as pessoas -.-&lt;br /&gt;É claro que para mim são lindas mas para muita gente não são nada de especial! Adoro-as mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AMO O MEU PRÍNCIPE MAIS QUE ONTEM, E MUITO MENOS QUE AMANHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;hearts;&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/3357079588485362834-1972131042734079563?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1972131042734079563/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=1972131042734079563' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/1972131042734079563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/1972131042734079563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/yeah-d-vou-ter-uma-mala-novaaaaaaaa-eph.html' title=''/><author><name>- Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991457273139361660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/92WMht267645-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/Rnz0Vl6o15I/AAAAAAAAABM/6sG2TstPiek/s72-c/myownbags1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357079588485362834.post-7475538209203907471</id><published>2007-06-21T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T12:32:08.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amo-te, o que quer dizer amo-te? Não quero que me expliquem, eu sei muito bem o que é amar alguém, mas quero tentar explicar-vos o que significa amar alguém. Muitas pessoas confundem amor com paixão, quando há paixão, não é obrigatório haver amor, mas quando há amor, deve haver sempre paixão, porque quando não há paixão o amor acaba, mais cedo, ou mais tarde. E não estou a falar do amor pelos pais, é muito diferente, toda a gente ama os seus pais, mas não existe paixão entre eles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lembras-te?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Eu Amo-te &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;@&lt;/span&gt;&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/3357079588485362834-7475538209203907471?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7475538209203907471/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=7475538209203907471' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/7475538209203907471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/7475538209203907471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/amo-te-o-que-quer-dizer-amo-te-no-quero.html' title=''/><author><name>- Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991457273139361660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/92WMht267645-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357079588485362834.post-6527678634286461554</id><published>2007-06-16T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T16:52:51.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RnRw6F6o14I/AAAAAAAAABE/FvrRbXdUf9s/s1600-h/13-05-07_1308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076806823276238722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RnRw6F6o14I/AAAAAAAAABE/FvrRbXdUf9s/s320/13-05-07_1308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amor, este sentimento é amor, o amor leva as saudades, estou a morrer delas, longe de ti :X nao gosto de estar longe de ti, és tudo para mim, porque que temos que estar longe? Dois dias longe de ti, parece que estou tão triste, a minha vida está mesmo sem sentido. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sabes o que quero? Estar contigo todos os dias, acordar ao teu lado, estás a ver aquela sensação única : )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O Amor é tão sensível, mas é tão forte, o amor é uma coisa mesmo fantástica.&lt;/span&gt; Contigo tenho uma vida feliz, cheia de sorrisos, posso estar longe de muita gente mas sou muito mais feliz quando estou contigo do que quando estou com o resto das pessoas que fazem parte da minha vida. Amei este ano inteiro contigo, apenas de os primeiros dias terem sido muito difíceis, mas depois &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;foi o melhor ano da minha vida, tão feliz que estava contigo paixao, tão feliz, mas tão feliz mesmo.&lt;/span&gt; Para o ano vais embora : ( tenho tanto medo amor, tenho medo por três motivos: que os teus amigos te apanhem :S, que a nossa relação não consiga resistir ao verão e ao período de aulas, e que eu não consiga resistir ao tempo que vamos passar separados : ( &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amo-te mesmo meu querido, és a minha vida, és tu que me dás força para viver.&lt;/span&gt; Penso que já encontrei uma justiicação para andar sempre a acordar a noite, como vou logo ver o telemóvel, penso que é ansiedade por uma sms tua. Ah isso é que é. Vamos ficar longe amor, mas o nosso amor ja resistiu a tanta coisa, também resiste a saudade, resiste &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;porque o nosso amor é mais forte que tudo e todos, porque quem nos quizer separar tá muito bem lixado, porque quem nos quizer separar nunca vai conseguir esse objectivo.&lt;/span&gt; Eu &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Amo-te&lt;/span&gt; e é só o que tenho a dizer :' ) &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357079588485362834-6527678634286461554?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6527678634286461554/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=6527678634286461554' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/6527678634286461554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/6527678634286461554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/amor-este-sentimento-amor-o-amor-leva.html' title=''/><author><name>- Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991457273139361660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/92WMht267645-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RnRw6F6o14I/AAAAAAAAABE/FvrRbXdUf9s/s72-c/13-05-07_1308.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357079588485362834.post-4091591710341004150</id><published>2007-06-13T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T02:39:47.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="8a142cbb"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RnAVRV6o13I/AAAAAAAAAA8/44KTWXgaZ8U/s1600-h/02-06-07_1700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075580167731599218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RnAVRV6o13I/AAAAAAAAAA8/44KTWXgaZ8U/s320/02-06-07_1700.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dias bem atarefados, ontem estive com o meu amor, ai soube tão bem estar contigo, gostava mesmo que estivesses comigo um dia inteirinho, 24 horas seguidas, mas não posso estar tanto tempo longe de casa :S quando tiveres popó levas-me, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;raptas-me durante 1ano :D&lt;/span&gt; com certeza ia ser o amo mais feliz da minha vida, preciso tanto de estar contigo, ontem aqueles minutos a mimir contigo foram lindos, brilhantes, mágicos, fantásticos, únicos. Agora estas sem rede :S bacano, tenho saudades e não posso falar contigo nem por sms. O pá :S o dia ainda pode piorar? Penso que não. Sozinha em casa, fui eu que escolhi, mas se soubesse não tinha escolhido, tinha ficado com a minha avó no sítio onde ela foi trabalhar. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Vai haver trovoada e eu tenho medo : (&lt;/span&gt; mas que grande merda. A minha única companhia é a Yuna, é um doce de rata. Ela fala comigo sobre os problemas dela, e eu falo com ela sobre os meus, somos inseparáveis pá :O O meu amor está com problemas com a família, pelos vistos pensa que tem culpa de tudo o que acontece em casa : ( &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;quando é que fugimos os dois?&lt;/span&gt; Quando é que ficamos longe de problemas, de pessoas que nos chateiam? Quando é que temos paz e muitos dias para namorar sem que nos chateiem e sem que andemos sempre com medo que os meus pais apareçam em casa? Quando é que posso estar com ele sem stress nenhum? Quando é que as pessoas que o chateiam mudam de atitude ou desaparecem? Odeio vê-lo triste : ( é a pior coisa que pode acontecer tirando se nos separássemos. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo-te&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; meu lindo, e se precisares estarei aqui, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nunca mais te vou virar as costas, disso podes ter a certeza meu querido, nunca mais!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357079588485362834-4091591710341004150?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4091591710341004150/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=4091591710341004150' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/4091591710341004150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/4091591710341004150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/dias-bem-atarefados-ontem-estive-com-o.html' title=''/><author><name>- Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991457273139361660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/92WMht267645-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RnAVRV6o13I/AAAAAAAAAA8/44KTWXgaZ8U/s72-c/02-06-07_1700.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357079588485362834.post-1715191768177786124</id><published>2007-06-10T02:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T02:40:12.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="a717e6b8"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="a5113546"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RmvFrV6o12I/AAAAAAAAAA0/wiCCFm19k6E/s1600-h/09-06-07_1915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074366753571133282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RmvFrV6o12I/AAAAAAAAAA0/wiCCFm19k6E/s320/09-06-07_1915.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ontem foi lindo :) e se há mais algumas palavras para descrever o dia de ontem são as palavras: fantástico, brilhante, apaixonante… Por aí fora, se fosse a dizer todos nunca mais saía daqui. Sabem como o amor é não é? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O amor é assim, com muito carinho, amizade, paixão, compreensão.&lt;/span&gt; É preciso tudo isso :) Já não te via a tanto tempo meu querido, durante este ano mudaste muito mesmo :’) andas com um style tão querido amor xP Epáh adoro adoro, é lindo percebes? Muito muito diferente :O Ora &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;és a pessoa que me faz feliz, já te tinha dito?&lt;/span&gt; :P Óbvio que sim não é? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E que és o amor da minha vida? DISSE O.O então menti :P &lt;strong&gt;Tu és a minha vida!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Normalmente as raparigas sonham com príncipes encantados, que as beijam e elas acordam, essa pessoa és tu, és o perfeito, o príncipe que todas gostariam de ter :’O&lt;/span&gt; Mas és meu, porque o amor é assim e porque tu escolhes-te ficar comigo, porque o teu coração manda :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Amo-te Príncipe Encantado. ^^ «3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357079588485362834-1715191768177786124?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1715191768177786124/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=1715191768177786124' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/1715191768177786124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/1715191768177786124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/3.html' title=''/><author><name>- Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991457273139361660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/92WMht267645-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RmvFrV6o12I/AAAAAAAAAA0/wiCCFm19k6E/s72-c/09-06-07_1915.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357079588485362834.post-637207709955006821</id><published>2007-06-09T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T02:40:24.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="58f7e2bc"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="d3c49cbf"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RmqBJ16o10I/AAAAAAAAAAk/eE-fTqEFpIE/s1600-h/10-04-07_1140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074009936278116162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RmqBJ16o10I/AAAAAAAAAAk/eE-fTqEFpIE/s320/10-04-07_1140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Bem parece que este blog anda a embirrar cmg, é que no meu pc quando vou a por foto irrita-me de uma tal maneira :@ Não dá para por foto, bloqueia tudo -.- que nervoooos. Bem ontem foi um dia bom, mas mau -.- (já repararam que eu digo quase sempre isto ne? xD) tive com o meu avô primeiro, porque ele fazia anos, a vontade de tar lá não era muita, o que safava é que tinha uma festa de anos de uma amiga minha :O UfFaa x'D Depois bebi um Dragon Bal (epáh é um chote -.-) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fiquei com a garganta a queimar&lt;/span&gt;, só &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;parou quando cheguei a casa&lt;/span&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficaste sem bateria no telelé né amor? :X Ai tive tantas saudades tuas, tava sempre a olhar p/ o móvel :X Mas pronto, e hoje não acordas &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;x.x&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu quero falar contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;x'D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai amor senti mesmo a tua falta, amo-te tanto e só queria estar contigo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amo-te Príncipe Encantado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357079588485362834-637207709955006821?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/637207709955006821/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=637207709955006821' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/637207709955006821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/637207709955006821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post_09.html' title=''/><author><name>- Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991457273139361660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/92WMht267645-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RmqBJ16o10I/AAAAAAAAAAk/eE-fTqEFpIE/s72-c/10-04-07_1140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357079588485362834.post-8757360012634133566</id><published>2007-06-08T07:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T02:40:38.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="c5527e1c"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RmllhF6o1zI/AAAAAAAAAAc/x0y76yrQB10/s1600-h/CÃ³pia+de+02-06-07_1831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073698074407786290" style="WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 484px" height="355" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RmllhF6o1zI/AAAAAAAAAAc/x0y76yrQB10/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+02-06-07_1831.jpg" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ai ai, hoje foi um dia para esquecer, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pensei que nunca mais te ia ver&lt;/span&gt;, e tu que tens uma carinha laroca, uma carinha tão linda, eu não sei pq mas eu nunca pensei sofrer assim quando me dissesses uma coisa dessas. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;És tão especial&lt;/span&gt;, estas situações acontecem para reforçar o nosso amor, para pregar sustos as namoradas né? : ) Hoje ainda tenho mais a certeza que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sem ti a minha vida não faria qualquer sentido&lt;/span&gt;. Só tu me dás força para viver, só tu me fazes feliz. Pois é, vamos fazer a nossa gala amanha não é meu amor? Vai ser tão tão tão linda, só nós os dois, vai ser um dia mesmo fascinante. Bem hoje não tenho muito a dizer, apenas &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;amo-te&lt;/span&gt; e preciso mesmo da tua companhia. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357079588485362834-8757360012634133566?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8757360012634133566/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=8757360012634133566' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/8757360012634133566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/8757360012634133566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post_08.html' title=''/><author><name>- Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991457273139361660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/92WMht267645-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RmllhF6o1zI/AAAAAAAAAAc/x0y76yrQB10/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+02-06-07_1831.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357079588485362834.post-4547248546639039740</id><published>2007-06-07T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T02:41:01.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="84104081"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Bem, não comento. Não vou por foto por dois simples motivos, primeiro porque não tenho um telemóvel, nem um cartão de memória, pois &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;perdi o telemóvel&lt;/span&gt; com o cartão dentro. E depois não posso por foto também porque quando tenho mete-la isto bloqueia e fecha tudo. Epáh qe puta de feriado, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;queria estar com ele &lt;3&lt;/span&gt; mas não deu, a minha prima fez anos e tive que aturar os miúdinhos com a mania que são parvos, a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;desligarem a tv e o crl para não ouvir Panic at the disco&lt;/span&gt;, a dizer que era barulho, desculpa mas eu &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;preferi não por arch enemy&lt;/span&gt; se não os putos iam dizer que tava a acontecer... (okay não sei qq ia dizer) ... (okay ja sei) ... que tava uma pessoa com dores, ou prestes a morrer, porque tava a gritar aos altos berros, ainda por cima tava o meu príncipe mais novinho a dormir no quarto ao lado, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;logo que tiver pézinhos para isso eu vou-lhe comprar uns all star :'O&lt;/span&gt; Este blog é para, enfim, falar um bocado, epáh não sei tipo, falar das coisas que me acontecem no dia a dia, e que prefiro não falar com ninguém a cerca disto, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a única pessoa que vai saber deste blog é o meu amor &lt;3&lt;/span&gt; e a Joana (a minha visinha que é uma melgaça xD) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ele sabe porque é o meu tudo, ele sabe tudo sobre mim, porquê que não há de saber de um blog? Ele faz parte da minha vida, e quero partilhar tudinho com ele, quero que saiba o que me acontece de bom e de mau, as felicidades e as tristezas.&lt;/span&gt; Ela sabe porque foi com ela que fiz o blog, porque ela também fez um, porque a ajudei e ela ajudou-me, porque ela é uma querida. Amanha queria tanto ir contigo amor, queria ir lá p/ o Oeiras alive e tal, mas sabes, se calhar não ia gostar de ir para os moches -.- se calhar não, se certeza, epáh é muita gente a tocar em mim, que nojo :X eu prefiro muito mais tar deitadinha dentro dos lençois contigo :'O assim uma coisa só a dois, agora cá tocanços uns aos outros x'D Ai bebé bebé, eu Príncipe Encantado. eu &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Amo-te p/ todo todo todo o sempre. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt; bem agora vou p/ a caminha. &lt;3&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357079588485362834-4547248546639039740?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4547248546639039740/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=4547248546639039740' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/4547248546639039740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/4547248546639039740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/bem-no-comento.html' title=''/><author><name>- Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991457273139361660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/92WMht267645-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357079588485362834.post-8370178599731827805</id><published>2007-06-06T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T02:41:14.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="389a4efc"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RmdNu16o1yI/AAAAAAAAAAU/teJQRfjDz_w/s1600-h/eu+e+ele.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073108972398499618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RmdNu16o1yI/AAAAAAAAAAU/teJQRfjDz_w/s320/eu+e+ele.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RmdNcF6o1xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IVk4XRvbmD8/s1600-h/Llalalalaaaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Assim como nessafoto estamos, é assim que quero estar, é assim que quero passar a minhavida, muito muito mas mesmo muito agarrdinha a ti amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não quero que me largues por nada, e para o ano vou p/ a "tua escola" x'D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i meu amor, amo-te para tdo o sempe, é mesmo a ti que eu amo. Comenta querido, comenta :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;AMO-TE &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357079588485362834-8370178599731827805?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8370178599731827805/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=8370178599731827805' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/8370178599731827805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/8370178599731827805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/assim-como-nessafoto-estamos-assim-que.html' title=''/><author><name>- Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991457273139361660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/92WMht267645-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b_hpvEAX2fI/RmdNu16o1yI/AAAAAAAAAAU/teJQRfjDz_w/s72-c/eu+e+ele.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3357079588485362834.post-1662609146526649852</id><published>2007-06-06T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T02:41:26.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="704dc362"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Olá, e adeus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Até qq dia. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;kiss boyfriend! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; you :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3357079588485362834-1662609146526649852?l=drawerofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1662609146526649852/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3357079588485362834&amp;postID=1662609146526649852' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/1662609146526649852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3357079588485362834/posts/default/1662609146526649852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawerofmylife.blogspot.com/2007/06/ol-e-adeus.html' title=''/><author><name>- Vera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15991457273139361660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa97/Emocionalism/92WMht267645-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
