<?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-1110090609474911332</id><updated>2012-02-19T00:36:38.762Z</updated><title type='text'>Diário De Uma Mulher Casada Que Tem Um Amante</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>360</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-8709862338254787191</id><published>2011-05-03T23:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T00:01:00.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Regresso das férias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois de umas merecidas férias eís que volto para o Mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Até já.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-8709862338254787191?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/8709862338254787191/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=8709862338254787191&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/8709862338254787191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/8709862338254787191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2011/05/regresso-das-ferias.html' title='Regresso das férias'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-5116077961223431296</id><published>2011-02-21T14:01:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-21T14:24:18.447Z</updated><title type='text'>Água na Boca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nETkTDHxf14/TWJwdUfGMiI/AAAAAAAABLo/eOwxxSOQZkw/s1600/ESSE_B%257E1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576142937655751202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nETkTDHxf14/TWJwdUfGMiI/AAAAAAAABLo/eOwxxSOQZkw/s200/ESSE_B%257E1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Recebi este selo da &lt;a href="http://escravidaodeumbra.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://escravidaodeumbra.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; a qual agradeço imenso por ter-se lembrado deste blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fico muito lisongeda por este carinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como tal seguem-se as regras do jogo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1- Colocar o selo no blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2- Dizer 3 coisas que nos dão água na boca. ( Sexo, Chocolates e Dinheiro lolll)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3- Dizer o que achamos do selo. ( Sem dúvida que muito feliz por ter conseguido o feito de estar entre os melhores dos muitos bons blogs que por aqui andam.Obrigada!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                                                    4- Enviar a 10 blogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://marciaamad.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    1- &lt;a href="http://marciaamad.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://marciaamad.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                                                    2- &lt;a href="http://pecadodoce.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://pecadodoce.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                                                    3- &lt;a href="http://lunacristalina-marisol.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://lunacristalina-marisol.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                                                    4- &lt;a href="http://helonuaecrua.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://helonuaecrua.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                                                    5- &lt;a href="http://ysl-apneias.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ysl-apneias.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                                                    6- &lt;a href="http://opalacio.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://opalacio.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                                                    7- &lt;a href="http://laliscaonly.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://laliscaonly.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                                                    8- &lt;a href="http://prazeres-e-desejos.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://prazeres-e-desejos.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                                                    9- &lt;a href="http://diariodemillady.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://diariodemillady.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                                                  10- &lt;a href="http://ouseamaouseodeia.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ouseamaouseodeia.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-5116077961223431296?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/5116077961223431296/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=5116077961223431296&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/5116077961223431296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/5116077961223431296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2011/02/agua-na-boca.html' title='Água na Boca'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nETkTDHxf14/TWJwdUfGMiI/AAAAAAAABLo/eOwxxSOQZkw/s72-c/ESSE_B%257E1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-4023804210549778290</id><published>2011-02-15T13:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-15T13:56:32.823Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia Dos Namorados</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Então contem-me lá, como foi o vosso Dia Dos namorados??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O meu foi muito bom, tive os mimos do maridão e os mimos do borrachinho hihihi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-4023804210549778290?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/4023804210549778290/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=4023804210549778290&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/4023804210549778290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/4023804210549778290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2011/02/dia-dos-namorados.html' title='Dia Dos Namorados'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-90496624102765869</id><published>2011-02-11T15:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-11T16:17:58.827Z</updated><title type='text'>Curtido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bem a tarde de quinta-feira foi um espectáculo. O "borrachinho" tem o dom de me fazer rir á gargalhada. Ele é um curtido!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Temos conversado imenso e temos estado mais tempo juntos. Não tenho a menor dúvida que ele tem sido um grande apoio, tem sido graças a ele que tenho conseguido "vêr" o que até aqui nunca tinha tido a coragem de vêr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sei que ainda tenho um longo caminho a percorrer no que respeita ao Alexandre. É óbvio que ainda gosto dele, o ter a certeza que ele deixou de me respeitar enquanto mulher e ser humano não me leva a deixar de gostar dele de imediato, mas, abriu-me os olhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gostei de deixar de ser aquela mulher que se humilhava e que suplicava um bocadinho de qualquer coisa, gostei de sair desta "relação" de cabeça erguida, gostei sobretudo de com tudo aquilo que ele me fez passar ter aprendido a valorizar-me enquanto mulher. Sempre ouvi dizer que aquilo que não nos mata deixa-nos mais fortes, e eu fiquei sem dúvida muito mais fortalecida. Até porque há aqui um dado deveras importante que não sei se vos consegui transmitir, o Alexandre pelo qual eu continuo apaixonada é o Alexandre que eu conheci e que vos descrevi logo no inicío deste blog, não é o Alexandre que se foi modificando ao longo do tempo. Talvez também por isso me custe tanto aceitar todas estas acções da parte dele. Mas como as acções também ficam para quem as pratica, eu tenho mais é de seguir a minha vida. É claro que ele ficará para sempre na minha história com o carinho que lhe é devido, penso que apesar de tudo também eu ficarei na história da vida dele com o mesmo carinho. Embora ás vezes pense que uma vez que ele mudou tanto, se eu ficaria em perigo de ele poder contar a nossa história passada a alguém, mas depois avaliando bem penso que não. Acho que isso é o minímo que ele pode fazer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Desejo-lhe tudo de bom e não guardo rancor de nada. Porque hoje sei que para sermos respeitados, temos de nos dar ao respeito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-90496624102765869?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/90496624102765869/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=90496624102765869&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/90496624102765869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/90496624102765869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2011/02/curtido.html' title='Curtido'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-1703633737423434288</id><published>2011-02-07T10:58:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-07T11:03:26.817Z</updated><title type='text'>Avançar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É tempo de seguir em frente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os tempos do Alexandre já lá vão. Agora é tempo de investir em outros desafios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quinta-feira é dia de cafezinho com o "borrachinho". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-1703633737423434288?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/1703633737423434288/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=1703633737423434288&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/1703633737423434288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/1703633737423434288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2011/02/avancar.html' title='Avançar'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-1875266087726750820</id><published>2011-02-01T15:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-01T15:22:44.187Z</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Obrigada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Obrigada é tudo o que tenho para dizer depois destas trocas de sms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se gostasses, e olha que não digo se amasses, virias ter comigo quer eu te ajudasse quer não, assim, apenas provaste que és interesseiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mais uma vez ALEXANDRE, OBRIGADA!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Capitulo encerrado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-1875266087726750820?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/1875266087726750820/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=1875266087726750820&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/1875266087726750820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/1875266087726750820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2011/02/obrigada.html' title='Obrigada!'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-7979448277982068635</id><published>2011-01-24T17:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-24T17:26:20.897Z</updated><title type='text'>Do melhor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este mês tem sido espectacular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dia a dia as coisas começam a ter outro estilo,um outro significado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estou em altas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-7979448277982068635?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/7979448277982068635/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=7979448277982068635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/7979448277982068635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/7979448277982068635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2011/01/do-melhor.html' title='Do melhor'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-2699350301596936199</id><published>2011-01-04T14:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-04T14:20:37.565Z</updated><title type='text'>Ano Novo, Vida Nova</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mais um ano que passou e outro que começa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Novas metas, novos desafios e novos conhecimentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aqui por casa começa-se uma nova etapa das nossas vidas. Eu pessoalmente, espero começar algo que deixei pendente o ano passado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-2699350301596936199?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/2699350301596936199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=2699350301596936199&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/2699350301596936199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/2699350301596936199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2011/01/ano-novo-vida-nova.html' title='Ano Novo, Vida Nova'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-8602014889645750897</id><published>2010-12-21T12:08:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-21T12:23:17.045Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sei que é imperdoável a falta de actualização do blog, mas acreditem que é mesmo falta de tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Entre o acompanhar o Rui os putos a casa, agora também andamos aqui em mudanças. Este 2011 promete uma vida diferente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quanto ao Alexandre e o facto de ele não responder ás minhas sms é simples, "Boas estou farto de seres chata,gosto muito de ti mas assim é demais", mas confesso que de facto fui!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os meus objectivos a que me propûs teêm estado a dar resultados, não tão depressa como eu gostaria até porque há coisas que agora não posso mesmo fazer, mas tenho conseguido, e isso é o mais importante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Assim que as coisas acalmem mais por aqui prometo começar a actualizar mais o blog, até porque vocês fazem-me muita falta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um beijo muito grande a todos vocês com desejos de um Natal Feliz e muitas prendas no sapatinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Princesa Da Noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-8602014889645750897?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/8602014889645750897/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=8602014889645750897&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/8602014889645750897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/8602014889645750897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/12/feliz-natal.html' title='Feliz Natal'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-684655364897473009</id><published>2010-11-29T17:02:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-29T17:06:23.580Z</updated><title type='text'>Sem resposta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Após o facto de ter que sair de cena em cima da hora, fui "falando" com o Alexandre através de sms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O meu espanto é que agora que a minha vida devagarinho começa a entrar num ritmo normal e até com algumas surpresas, não mais consegui "falar" com ele. Simplesmente não responde ás minhas sms. Porquê? Pois, também eu gostava de saber ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-684655364897473009?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/684655364897473009/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=684655364897473009&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/684655364897473009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/684655364897473009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/11/sem-resposta.html' title='Sem resposta'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-8632702592079075411</id><published>2010-11-23T00:06:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-23T00:06:59.347Z</updated><title type='text'>Voltei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estou regressando á normalidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Até breve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-8632702592079075411?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/8632702592079075411/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=8632702592079075411&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/8632702592079075411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/8632702592079075411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/11/voltei.html' title='Voltei'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-6095606163904385090</id><published>2010-10-01T00:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T00:28:01.802+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo Tranquilo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como diz o Paulo Bento, tudo o que o Rui precisa neste momento é de tranquilidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A operação foi um êxito, e a recuperação está a ser a normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lamento a falta de actualização do blog, mas como imaginam estou de serviço ao Rui 24h sob 24h, e o pouco tempo que me resta utilizo mesmo para descansar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Assim que me fôr possivel virei aqui contar algumas novidades que possam surgir, até lá, tenham juizo, lol!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-6095606163904385090?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/6095606163904385090/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=6095606163904385090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/6095606163904385090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/6095606163904385090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/10/tudo-tranquilo.html' title='Tudo Tranquilo'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-8751566246422510875</id><published>2010-09-16T16:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T16:23:09.357+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida de pernas para o ar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TJIzGFIiSqI/AAAAAAAABLY/TSCOwgpnFFM/s1600/rdrl6807ea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 100px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517528673032489634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TJIzGFIiSqI/AAAAAAAABLY/TSCOwgpnFFM/s200/rdrl6807ea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este Setembro não podia ser mais complicado não senhora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Entre escola, filhos, casa e ainda os pais, eís que agora o Rui foi para o hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Imaginam o que é gerir tudo isto, a escassas horas de o Rui ser operado?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pois!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os nervos passam a comandar em mim, as emoções estão á flôr da pele, os putos choram, enfim ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amanhã é o D, o dia em que aconteça o que acontecer, as nossas vidas vão mudar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Deus é grande, e se Ele quizer, tudo há-de correr bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-8751566246422510875?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/8751566246422510875/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=8751566246422510875&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/8751566246422510875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/8751566246422510875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/09/vida-de-pernas-para-o-ar.html' title='Vida de pernas para o ar'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TJIzGFIiSqI/AAAAAAAABLY/TSCOwgpnFFM/s72-c/rdrl6807ea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-5120965899413554523</id><published>2010-09-08T14:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:00:52.646+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TIeWPCVgytI/AAAAAAAABLQ/VU-FsAf_Q-o/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514541453807766226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TIeWPCVgytI/AAAAAAAABLQ/VU-FsAf_Q-o/s200/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não sei se fiz mal ou se fiz bem, mas agora também está feito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agora resta-me esperar para saber se o "Alexandre" aceita voltar para mim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-5120965899413554523?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/5120965899413554523/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=5120965899413554523&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/5120965899413554523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/5120965899413554523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/09/pedido.html' title='Pedido'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TIeWPCVgytI/AAAAAAAABLQ/VU-FsAf_Q-o/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-1508367170736234367</id><published>2010-09-03T01:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T01:36:20.150+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Resposta a e-mail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TIA-XVen24I/AAAAAAAABLI/E64ZuZSdI0k/s1600/RESPOS~1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 147px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512474514524986242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TIA-XVen24I/AAAAAAAABLI/E64ZuZSdI0k/s200/RESPOS~1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Recebi por estes dias um e-mail bastante interessante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não vou mencionar nomes, pois tenho a certeza de que a pessoa saberá que este post vai estritamente para ela. E a razão pela qual respondo aqui é para o caso de mais alguém ter a mesma dúvida que este meu leitor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A pergunta que me fazes é bastante pertinente, ("Achas que vale a pena pensarmos sempre nos outros, e não fazermos aquilo que queremos mais que tudo em prol de outrém?Ficarmos sempre para trás?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acontece que a resposta não está nos filhos, está sim no facto de que o "Alexandre" não é homem de se "prender" a uma mulher, ou talvez até seja, mas eu não fui mulher para o fazer mudar a maneira de ser dele (apesar de achar que ninguém muda ninguém). O "Alexandre" é muito independente, gosta do espaço dele, da liberdade que usufrui. Talvez um dia ele encontre uma mulher da qual ele esteja disposto a abdicar da sua independência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-1508367170736234367?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/1508367170736234367/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=1508367170736234367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/1508367170736234367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/1508367170736234367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/09/resposta-e-mail.html' title='Resposta a e-mail'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TIA-XVen24I/AAAAAAAABLI/E64ZuZSdI0k/s72-c/RESPOS~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-8822872178569032385</id><published>2010-08-24T17:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T17:19:32.492+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Novidades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/THPuWgtT1fI/AAAAAAAABK4/3MsSp5m0Wy8/s1600/novidades.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 137px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509008839708759538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/THPuWgtT1fI/AAAAAAAABK4/3MsSp5m0Wy8/s200/novidades.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bem como todas as férias que fazemos, há sempre novidades para contar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As férias propriamente ditas foram boas, deu para descansar a cabeça e relaxar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Férias também é sinónimo de abusar um bocadinho naquilo que não se pode, e quanto a isso mea culpa pois fiz umas coisitas extras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nada que agora de volta á civilização não possa aligeirar o mal que fiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estou contente comigo mesma pois tenho conseguido enfrentar o desafio a que me propûs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Claro que o apoio do maridão e dos amigos coloridos é sempre uma mais valia rsrsrs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-8822872178569032385?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/8822872178569032385/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=8822872178569032385&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/8822872178569032385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/8822872178569032385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/08/novidades.html' title='Novidades'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/THPuWgtT1fI/AAAAAAAABK4/3MsSp5m0Wy8/s72-c/novidades.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-9005420628716495797</id><published>2010-08-24T17:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T17:04:36.539+01:00</updated><title type='text'>De volta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/THPtei-2XjI/AAAAAAAABKw/kt_1gpwSmbU/s1600/voltei_arte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509007878246522418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/THPtei-2XjI/AAAAAAAABKw/kt_1gpwSmbU/s200/voltei_arte.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou de volta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-9005420628716495797?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/9005420628716495797/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=9005420628716495797&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/9005420628716495797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/9005420628716495797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/08/de-volta.html' title='De volta'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/THPtei-2XjI/AAAAAAAABKw/kt_1gpwSmbU/s72-c/voltei_arte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-53330605425663202</id><published>2010-08-08T01:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T01:08:34.545+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Informa-se que...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TF30-famn-I/AAAAAAAABKo/tbObMbdnTNA/s1600/ferias2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502823674138763234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TF30-famn-I/AAAAAAAABKo/tbObMbdnTNA/s200/ferias2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Informa-se os leitores e possiveis leitores deste blog, que o mesmo vai ausentar-se para férias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Divirtam-se porque eu vou fazer o mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Até já.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-53330605425663202?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/53330605425663202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=53330605425663202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/53330605425663202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/53330605425663202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/08/informa-se-que.html' title='Informa-se que...'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TF30-famn-I/AAAAAAAABKo/tbObMbdnTNA/s72-c/ferias2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-2845597224207566985</id><published>2010-08-04T14:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T14:51:58.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacrificios</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TFlv43mil1I/AAAAAAAABKg/05ORR4qdV8I/s1600/C_Documents_and_Settings_PC_Alumno1_Mis_documentos_Mis_im_genes_sacrificios_humanoos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501551442598729554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TFlv43mil1I/AAAAAAAABKg/05ORR4qdV8I/s200/C_Documents_and_Settings_PC_Alumno1_Mis_documentos_Mis_im_genes_sacrificios_humanoos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ás vezes para vermos os outros felizes, temos de fazer sacrificios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para a semana, calha-me a mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-2845597224207566985?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/2845597224207566985/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=2845597224207566985&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/2845597224207566985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/2845597224207566985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/08/sacrificios.html' title='Sacrificios'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TFlv43mil1I/AAAAAAAABKg/05ORR4qdV8I/s72-c/C_Documents_and_Settings_PC_Alumno1_Mis_documentos_Mis_im_genes_sacrificios_humanoos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-6484889726051137704</id><published>2010-07-28T00:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T01:25:20.279+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Esgotada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TE9z4O4S0mI/AAAAAAAABKM/2Ja10dGxmBc/s1600/viecouture-kate-moss-1024x768-25586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498741079946744418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TE9z4O4S0mI/AAAAAAAABKM/2Ja10dGxmBc/s200/viecouture-kate-moss-1024x768-25586.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje estou completamente de rastos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tenho intensificado os treinos e o meu corpo começa a ressentir-se,o que também significa que ao sentir os músculos todos doridos que estou a conseguir o meu objectivo. Dói mas vale a pena! Quanto mais não seja pela maravilhosa massagem que recebi do Rui. Não há dúvidas que ele tem sido incansável.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aproveito este post para mais uma vez agradecer a todos os seguidores e possiveis seguidores deste blog,sem dúvida que o vosso feedback tem sido importante,cada um de vocês faz-me sempre vêr as coisas por um diferente ponto de vista. Agradeço também os comentários, como hei-de explicar,com um "tom" mais "gritante". Hehehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bem sei que ainda estou em falta em relação á tal foto que prometi,mas estou a trabalhar nisso. Como sabem há que manter o anonimato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bom,agora falando de outras coisas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O borrachinho e eu continuamos em altas, e eu começo a interessar-me em fazê-lo "pular a cerca".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E como normalmente me ocorrem na vida sempre surpresas inesperadas,ontem foi um desses dias. Alguém que me disse que iria desistir de mim porque já não aguentava mais,acabou por voltar a aparecer. Conversámos durante 2 horas e no final parece que nunca nos afastámos. Há de facto pessoas com quem temos uma enorme cumplicidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-6484889726051137704?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/6484889726051137704/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=6484889726051137704&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/6484889726051137704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/6484889726051137704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/07/esgotada.html' title='Esgotada'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TE9z4O4S0mI/AAAAAAAABKM/2Ja10dGxmBc/s72-c/viecouture-kate-moss-1024x768-25586.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-2433781605269706851</id><published>2010-07-23T00:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T00:55:13.868+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafiei-me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TEjZaZr9AmI/AAAAAAAABKE/EwIvb1n5lpA/s1600/getty-images-corrida1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496882392800756322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TEjZaZr9AmI/AAAAAAAABKE/EwIvb1n5lpA/s200/getty-images-corrida1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Desde Junho que me propûs a um desafio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Com a força de vontade que consegui reunir em mim, estou convicta que até ao final do ano consigo o meu objectivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não é que com os 30 afinal muda qualquer coisa em nós??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-2433781605269706851?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/2433781605269706851/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=2433781605269706851&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/2433781605269706851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/2433781605269706851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/07/desafiei-me.html' title='Desafiei-me'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TEjZaZr9AmI/AAAAAAAABKE/EwIvb1n5lpA/s72-c/getty-images-corrida1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-5048415550824936917</id><published>2010-07-15T15:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T15:49:28.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Renovada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TD8fuaD2KUI/AAAAAAAABJ8/OLlEyru31Bg/s1600/renovada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494144952545192258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TD8fuaD2KUI/AAAAAAAABJ8/OLlEyru31Bg/s320/renovada.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agora sim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agora sei que a minha terapia chegou ao fim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Voltei renovada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-5048415550824936917?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/5048415550824936917/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=5048415550824936917&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/5048415550824936917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/5048415550824936917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/07/renovada.html' title='Renovada'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TD8fuaD2KUI/AAAAAAAABJ8/OLlEyru31Bg/s72-c/renovada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-3875667744280271918</id><published>2010-07-14T00:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T00:00:02.652+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje é o meu aniversário</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TC59Pz0zDPI/AAAAAAAABJs/papKnZcLZt0/s1600/O-que-e-paradoxo-do-aniversario.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489462706374380786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TC59Pz0zDPI/AAAAAAAABJs/papKnZcLZt0/s320/O-que-e-paradoxo-do-aniversario.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje é o meu aniversário, e tudo o que tenho a dizer é que a vossa "presença" e o vosso feedback, tem-me ajudado a crescer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Obrigada por estarem aí desse lado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Beijocas a todos da ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Princesa Da Noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-3875667744280271918?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/3875667744280271918/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=3875667744280271918&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/3875667744280271918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/3875667744280271918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/07/hoje-e-o-meu-aniversario.html' title='Hoje é o meu aniversário'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TC59Pz0zDPI/AAAAAAAABJs/papKnZcLZt0/s72-c/O-que-e-paradoxo-do-aniversario.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-2814207913043986424</id><published>2010-07-08T00:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T01:04:47.094+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Novas considerações</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TDUQUrs9IZI/AAAAAAAABJ0/iEtolnt58p0/s1600/3202963823_4eb493c963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491313268162896274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TDUQUrs9IZI/AAAAAAAABJ0/iEtolnt58p0/s320/3202963823_4eb493c963.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bom, já que estou numa de esclarecimentos, aqui vos deixo o último relativamente ao "assunto" que todos me perguntam, o Alexandre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Desde Maio que não nos falamos, não trocamos sms, mails, ou o que quer que seja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Há muito que achava que estava a mais na vida dele, e por isso, desisti! Desisti não por deixar de ter forças para lutar, mas sim porque não se obriga ninguém a querer estar connosco. Até porque o facto de ele nunca me ter procurado durante todo este tempo quer dizer alguma coisa certo??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tivemos algo bonito que não foi suficientemente forte para resistir ás inconstantes da vida, lá está, é a vida!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estou certa que ele seguiu o seu caminho, assim como eu farei. Desejo-lhe tudo de bom assim como sei que ele também desejará o mesmo para mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quanto ao ele continuar a vir aqui me lêr, não creio, penso que para ele tudo isto já não faz sentido, mas, quem sabe?? Talvez ele até leia, ache graça, e se pronuncie, hehehe ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-2814207913043986424?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/2814207913043986424/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=2814207913043986424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/2814207913043986424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/2814207913043986424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/07/novas-consideracoes.html' title='Novas considerações'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TDUQUrs9IZI/AAAAAAAABJ0/iEtolnt58p0/s72-c/3202963823_4eb493c963.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-6459425647677365872</id><published>2010-07-03T00:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T00:48:44.412+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas e só</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TC537gj844I/AAAAAAAABJk/V0QFjR-2624/s1600/amigos2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489456860047926146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TC537gj844I/AAAAAAAABJk/V0QFjR-2624/s320/amigos2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje venho aqui neste post esclarecer alguns leitores deste blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tenho recebido alguns mails a perguntar como é a minha relação com o "borrachinho", mais concretamente se já fomos para a cama. Pois bem, para falar a verdade, somos apenas bons amigos. Ele tem sido um grande Amigo com A maiúsculo. Dá-me na cabeça quando acha que tem de dar, e apoia-me também quando acha que o deve fazer. É óbvio que ele tem "segundas intenções" eu também o sei e também eu as tenho. Sinto interesse e desejo de ambas as partes mas, ainda nada aconteceu. Apenas se desenvolveu a parte da amizade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se me perguntarem se vai acontecer ainda, posso já responder-vos que não sei, talvez sim talvez não, depende das circunstâncias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uma coisa que aprendi foi a não fazer planos, vivo apenas aquilo que a vida me dá naquele momento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-6459425647677365872?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/6459425647677365872/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=6459425647677365872&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/6459425647677365872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/6459425647677365872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/07/apenas-e-so.html' title='Apenas e só'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TC537gj844I/AAAAAAAABJk/V0QFjR-2624/s72-c/amigos2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-8472510242445655987</id><published>2010-06-30T00:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T00:04:29.158+01:00</updated><title type='text'>(Im)Perfeita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TCp7dzjPceI/AAAAAAAABJc/cKy-Vl48YCw/s1600/MULHER_IMPERFEITA_.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488334847888814562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TCp7dzjPceI/AAAAAAAABJc/cKy-Vl48YCw/s320/MULHER_IMPERFEITA_.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estou longe de ser a pessoa perfeita, mas tenho a certeza que são as minhas imperfeições, que me fazem ser ÚNICA!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-8472510242445655987?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/8472510242445655987/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=8472510242445655987&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/8472510242445655987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/8472510242445655987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/06/imperfeita.html' title='(Im)Perfeita'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TCp7dzjPceI/AAAAAAAABJc/cKy-Vl48YCw/s72-c/MULHER_IMPERFEITA_.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-4863915155400501746</id><published>2010-06-25T17:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T17:28:17.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dramas lectivos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TCTYxJRhTUI/AAAAAAAABJU/GULyGQueJZE/s1600/no-drama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 292px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486748584858701122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TCTYxJRhTUI/AAAAAAAABJU/GULyGQueJZE/s320/no-drama.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois de um ano lectivo com muito drama á mistura, eís que o puto até que me passa o ano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estou feliz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-4863915155400501746?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/4863915155400501746/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=4863915155400501746&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/4863915155400501746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/4863915155400501746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/06/dramas-lectivos.html' title='Dramas lectivos'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TCTYxJRhTUI/AAAAAAAABJU/GULyGQueJZE/s72-c/no-drama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-8570748850518815773</id><published>2010-06-17T10:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T10:10:00.285+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje é dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TBjNwSYbVjI/AAAAAAAABJM/XepJM01yMO0/s1600/doar-sangue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483358775775286834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TBjNwSYbVjI/AAAAAAAABJM/XepJM01yMO0/s320/doar-sangue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Faz como eu e sê dador de sangue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje por alguém, amanhã por ti!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-8570748850518815773?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/8570748850518815773/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=8570748850518815773&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/8570748850518815773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/8570748850518815773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/06/hoje-e-dia_17.html' title='Hoje é dia'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TBjNwSYbVjI/AAAAAAAABJM/XepJM01yMO0/s72-c/doar-sangue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-4075952354923235823</id><published>2010-06-11T14:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T14:36:23.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amante ... Procura-se!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TBI7voyiv4I/AAAAAAAABI4/54CRFfsWKBQ/s1600/PROCUR~1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 244px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481509386052616066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TBI7voyiv4I/AAAAAAAABI4/54CRFfsWKBQ/s320/PROCUR~1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sem comentários!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-4075952354923235823?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/4075952354923235823/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=4075952354923235823&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/4075952354923235823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/4075952354923235823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/06/amante-procura-se.html' title='Amante ... Procura-se!'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TBI7voyiv4I/AAAAAAAABI4/54CRFfsWKBQ/s72-c/PROCUR~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-3999706214599295439</id><published>2010-06-08T13:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T13:55:46.802+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Noites mal dormidas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TA49actsgzI/AAAAAAAABIk/tVhxGPY1BoE/s1600/Noite-mal-dormida.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480385321150219058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TA49actsgzI/AAAAAAAABIk/tVhxGPY1BoE/s320/Noite-mal-dormida.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A minha alma anda inquieta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A ansiedade anda a tomar conta de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-3999706214599295439?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/3999706214599295439/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=3999706214599295439&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/3999706214599295439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/3999706214599295439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/06/noites-mal-dormidas.html' title='Noites mal dormidas'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TA49actsgzI/AAAAAAAABIk/tVhxGPY1BoE/s72-c/Noite-mal-dormida.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-1391043486629337848</id><published>2010-06-01T15:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T15:39:21.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MSN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TAUbRNxo_GI/AAAAAAAABIc/XswBUKRXE3o/s1600/Windows+Messenger.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477814504335670370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TAUbRNxo_GI/AAAAAAAABIc/XswBUKRXE3o/s320/Windows+Messenger.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É tão bom ir abrir o messenger e dar com uma mensagem de apreço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Só tu borrachinho!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-1391043486629337848?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/1391043486629337848/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=1391043486629337848&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/1391043486629337848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/1391043486629337848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/06/msn.html' title='MSN'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/TAUbRNxo_GI/AAAAAAAABIc/XswBUKRXE3o/s72-c/Windows+Messenger.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-4748163994801447466</id><published>2010-05-28T18:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T01:11:40.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Esplanada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__Xlz12JZI/AAAAAAAABHM/ustQpt9t3jE/s1600/esplanada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476332716476999058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__Xlz12JZI/AAAAAAAABHM/ustQpt9t3jE/s320/esplanada.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tarde tão bem passada na companhia do meu "amigo" borrachinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aquela esplanada não mais será a mesma,rsrsrs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ele faz-me mesmo bem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-4748163994801447466?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/4748163994801447466/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=4748163994801447466&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/4748163994801447466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/4748163994801447466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/05/esplanada.html' title='Esplanada'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__Xlz12JZI/AAAAAAAABHM/ustQpt9t3jE/s72-c/esplanada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-4180204315445011793</id><published>2010-05-27T15:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T15:13:30.967+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Telefonemas loucos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S_58wWDcR6I/AAAAAAAABG0/QLcYyeXjOkk/s1600/TELEFO~1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475951366924683170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S_58wWDcR6I/AAAAAAAABG0/QLcYyeXjOkk/s320/TELEFO~1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vocês lembram-se daquele "amigo" que vos falei em Janeiro deste ano??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pois é!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Grande amigo ele tem sido todo este tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mesmo sabendo que existem segundas intenções (tanto da parte dele como da minha), adorei os elogios. É bom quando os outros se apercebem que algo mudou dentro de nós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estes telefonemas andam a deixar-me o ego lá no alto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-4180204315445011793?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/4180204315445011793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=4180204315445011793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/4180204315445011793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/4180204315445011793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/05/telefonemas-loucos.html' title='Telefonemas loucos'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S_58wWDcR6I/AAAAAAAABG0/QLcYyeXjOkk/s72-c/TELEFO~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-1521509504141687746</id><published>2010-05-26T14:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T14:21:58.888+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando tudo parece igual...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S_0feMOtjjI/AAAAAAAABGU/7COiVho_qEA/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475567325491858994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S_0feMOtjjI/AAAAAAAABGU/7COiVho_qEA/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando tudo parece igual eís que o telemóvel toca, e alguém do outro lado te comunica algo que pode mudar a tua vida toda, durante os próximos meses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Há coisas incríveis não há??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-1521509504141687746?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/1521509504141687746/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=1521509504141687746&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/1521509504141687746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/1521509504141687746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/05/quando-tudo-parece-igual.html' title='Quando tudo parece igual...'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S_0feMOtjjI/AAAAAAAABGU/7COiVho_qEA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-3938769157391097522</id><published>2010-05-25T13:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T13:59:38.510+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Diferente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S_vHRHA2qwI/AAAAAAAABGM/qpU7OWCPx-o/s1600/seja20diferente1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475188868753304322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S_vHRHA2qwI/AAAAAAAABGM/qpU7OWCPx-o/s200/seja20diferente1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Durante todos estes dias andei a pensar na minha vida, e percebi que o novo não é marcado por uma data, mas sim por algo que acontece dentro de nós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Já fiz o meu luto, já foi tempo de silêncio e de choros em que nada parecia fazer sentido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Percebi o que de facto sempre pensei, que o que não nos mata deixa-nos mais fortes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Começo um novo tempo, sem datas significativas nem momentos marcantes, mas com uma nova visão das coisas e da vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sem dúvida que tirei grandes ensinamentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-3938769157391097522?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/3938769157391097522/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=3938769157391097522&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/3938769157391097522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/3938769157391097522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/05/diferente.html' title='Diferente'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S_vHRHA2qwI/AAAAAAAABGM/qpU7OWCPx-o/s72-c/seja20diferente1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-8427923753797289074</id><published>2010-05-14T13:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:53:52.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'>100</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S-1Hgils5jI/AAAAAAAABF4/qal9hRfIUVs/s1600/100_posts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471107746691343922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S-1Hgils5jI/AAAAAAAABF4/qal9hRfIUVs/s200/100_posts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Prometo que quando chegar aos 100 seguidores deste blog, irei expôr aqui uma foto minha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Palavra de escuteira loll!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-8427923753797289074?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/8427923753797289074/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=8427923753797289074&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/8427923753797289074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/8427923753797289074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/05/100.html' title='100'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S-1Hgils5jI/AAAAAAAABF4/qal9hRfIUVs/s72-c/100_posts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-2596047004723464585</id><published>2010-05-10T14:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T14:20:48.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque Eu Sou Benfica!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S-gGZD79yNI/AAAAAAAABFw/PIoN7EBEWgE/s1600/1969371973_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469628775064783058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S-gGZD79yNI/AAAAAAAABFw/PIoN7EBEWgE/s200/1969371973_6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apesar das anginas que me atacaram, ontem fui para a rua festejar a vitória do meu SLB. Claro que hoje nem um piu, rsrsrs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Campeões,Campeões, nós somos campeões ... 2009/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jmWdX080MvQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jmWdX080MvQ&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-2596047004723464585?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/2596047004723464585/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=2596047004723464585&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/2596047004723464585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/2596047004723464585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/05/porque-eu-sou-benfica.html' title='Porque Eu Sou Benfica!'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S-gGZD79yNI/AAAAAAAABFw/PIoN7EBEWgE/s72-c/1969371973_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-4504411071548710356</id><published>2010-05-05T15:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T15:25:15.732+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Doente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S-F_iRlQZCI/AAAAAAAABFo/5jphFZEvkCs/s1600/zilr5znyb5ja.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467791649416438818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S-F_iRlQZCI/AAAAAAAABFo/5jphFZEvkCs/s200/zilr5znyb5ja.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vou estar ausente por uns dias devido a problemas de saúde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Assim que me sentir melhor regressarei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fiquem bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-4504411071548710356?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/4504411071548710356/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=4504411071548710356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/4504411071548710356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/4504411071548710356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/05/doente.html' title='Doente'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S-F_iRlQZCI/AAAAAAAABFo/5jphFZEvkCs/s72-c/zilr5znyb5ja.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-4784297445408693405</id><published>2010-04-28T11:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T11:43:06.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Susceptível</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S9gQtWsXJZI/AAAAAAAABFg/9csi32NJlQY/s1600/A%2520Virgem%2520Libertina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 146px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465136519185900946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S9gQtWsXJZI/AAAAAAAABFg/9csi32NJlQY/s200/A%2520Virgem%2520Libertina.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pelo facto de o meu último post ser susceptível para muitas pessoas decidi retirá-lo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As minhas desculpas aos intervenientes nos comentários já feitos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Obrigada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Princesa Da Noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-4784297445408693405?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/4784297445408693405/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=4784297445408693405&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/4784297445408693405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/4784297445408693405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/04/susceptivel.html' title='Susceptível'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S9gQtWsXJZI/AAAAAAAABFg/9csi32NJlQY/s72-c/A%2520Virgem%2520Libertina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-4886742914452999843</id><published>2010-04-28T00:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T00:23:48.502+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Espera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S9dxtZzdSwI/AAAAAAAABFQ/ymQB1ewSXkA/s1600/esperar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464961697672153858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S9dxtZzdSwI/AAAAAAAABFQ/ymQB1ewSXkA/s200/esperar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como te disse via sms vou aguardar a tua resposta ao meu post anterior, até lá, vou vivendo a minha vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-4886742914452999843?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/4886742914452999843/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=4886742914452999843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/4886742914452999843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/4886742914452999843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/04/espera.html' title='Espera'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S9dxtZzdSwI/AAAAAAAABFQ/ymQB1ewSXkA/s72-c/esperar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-4676474725134769072</id><published>2010-04-23T13:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T23:30:46.403+01:00</updated><title type='text'>?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S9GSuEthgrI/AAAAAAAABFI/b28pZ9WRwEY/s1600/400_F_3406475_xFdIakPiMfpzH56G4DWx7mak3YVn6G.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463309143213441714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S9GSuEthgrI/AAAAAAAABFI/b28pZ9WRwEY/s200/400_F_3406475_xFdIakPiMfpzH56G4DWx7mak3YVn6G.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Olha-me nos olhos e diz-me que acabou. (Num frente a frente.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ganha coragem para dizer aquilo que ambos sabemos mas não queremos admitir. Ofende-me, grita, mas faz qualquer coisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu estou há muito á espera que o faças, (mediante as situações ao longo do tempo) vem, destrói o meu mundo com as tuas palavras, mas não me faças viver nesta incerteza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se é essa a tua vontade, se é o que sentes, se é esse o teu desejo, por favor repete-me vezes sem conta, até ficares cansado, até te doer a voz, até gastares todas as palavras, e se eu insistir, vira-me as costas e vai-te embora, que eu hei-de ficar bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É óbvio que vou chorar, gritar, berrar, espernear, ouvir todas aquelas músicas e uma em particular, mas depois vai passar. Tudo na vida passa não é verdade??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fá-lo para que eu acorde desta incerteza que me está a matar aos poucos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tens de tentar convencer-me que não existe solução possivel a não ser o tão temível fim á muito anunciado. Diz que tudo não passou de um sonho, de uma ilusão criada por mim, mas dí-lo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Só posso seguir em frente se tiver a certeza que não deixei nada para trás.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas não fiques aí especado como se estivesse tudo bem, porque não está, e sabes-o tão bem quanto eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu sinto que não és o mesmo, apesar de dizeres o contrário. O "Alexandre" que conheci era ciumento, verdadeiro, meigo, carinhoso, protector, amigo, presente, amoroso e dedicado. E se manténs todas estas qualidades, não tem sido comigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estás ausente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas tens de me dizer que acabou, eu preciso ouvir dos teus lábios, e lêr nos teus olhos que acabou, que não há volta a dar, que eu não fui (e não tenho sido) suficiente, que estás cansado de mim, que encontraste alguém melhor, ou pura e simplesmente que o amor acabou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Preciso de ter a certeza que não deixarei nada para trás ao partir, que fiz tudo o que podia e o que não podia por nós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O que eu não posso é continuar a viver na incerteza de que a culpa é minha, que o erro é meu, que eu é que não fui suficiente, que não dei tudo o que tinha para dar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se esta é a tua vontade, se isto é o que verdadeiramente sentes, acaba com o meu sofrimento indefinido. Se não me amas (apesar de teres dito que sim), acaba de uma vez com isto. Mas por favor, por favor, faz qualquer coisa!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-4676474725134769072?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/4676474725134769072/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=4676474725134769072&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/4676474725134769072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/4676474725134769072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='?????'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S9GSuEthgrI/AAAAAAAABFI/b28pZ9WRwEY/s72-c/400_F_3406475_xFdIakPiMfpzH56G4DWx7mak3YVn6G.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-5035472995287118792</id><published>2010-04-14T23:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T11:09:13.507+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cansada De</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S8YhYVUTnxI/AAAAAAAABEY/XTKURxu6Pdo/s1600/sozinha.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 147px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460088300156198674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S8YhYVUTnxI/AAAAAAAABEY/XTKURxu6Pdo/s200/sozinha.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Encurralada entre 4 paredes o ar falta-me, as paredes são amplas e o ambiente de escuridão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lá fora as nuvens estão carregadas, o céu está escuro e o ar gelado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Só agora consegui me acalmar para escrever o que preciso escrever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nunca um titulo de um post poderia ser tanta coisa como hoje, porquê? Porque hoje mais uma vez, tudo e nada aconteceu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ontem enviaste-me 4 sms, só as vi no final do jogo, e confesso que quando as li pensei 3 coisas, que estavas bêbado, a gozar, ou que te tinhas enganado na destinatária. Sabes porque pensei isto não sabes?? Porque ao longo destes meses nunca fizeste tal coisa assim só por fazer. Apesar de pensar isto fiquei contente, e seguidamente enviei-te um sms a comfirmar o café de hoje, tal como tinhamos acordado segunda feira. Como não respondeste á minha sms para mim o café estava de pé, e como tal lá fui eu estupidamente. Dez minutos depois da hora marcada envio sms para te perguntar se não ias, e entretanto fui andando para casa. Quando chego finalmente a casa recebo a tua resposta, "não paixão,está a chover muito", fiquei durante 5 minutos a olhar para o telemóvel enquanto pingava da molha que tinha apanhado porque queria muito estar contigo, e a pensar, ... eu por ele molhei-me toda e ele ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como podes imaginar, fiquei não chateada mas, magoada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se uma simples chuva te impede de vires ter comigo, afinal que ando eu aqui a fazer?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estou cansada Paixão, cansada de lutar por um amor que me parece que já só tem um passado, pois não há presente e não lhe vejo futuro nenhum. Não sei se sabes, mas no amor são precisas 2 pessoas, não pode haver uma só a amar. Nestas alturas lembro-me dos teus famosos "testes", e pergunto-me se isto não será mais um, mas também te digo que há muito que passei nos teus e em mais uns quantos, pois se lêres bem a nossa história, já te provei que te quero e que te amo, não preciso de provar mais nada. E mais uma vez isto é uma conversa de um só monólogo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amo-te mas estou cansada. Cansada das incertezas, das desculpas, dos actos que só eu pratico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estou cansada de ter que impôr a minha presença na forma de sms, do ir ao chat, dos e-mails, do messenger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estou cansada que brinques comigo e com aquilo que sinto por ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quero mais de ti. Dás??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sabes, o Pedro Abrunhosa disse num concerto que "quem ama tem medo de perder" e eu, tenho medo de te perder, mas ao mesmo tempo sinto que há muito que te perdi. Irónico não??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não sei se vens aqui e se vais lêr isto, mas se lêres, lê com muita atenção e pensa bem. Só te peço uma coisa, sê o homem rebelde mas sincero que eu conheci e por quem me apaixonei, e diz-me olhos nos olhos (diga-se frente a frente), o que queres fazer de nós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu amo-te e sei que continuarei a amar-te futuramente, pois o amor não se vai embora com um estalar de dedos. Mas não posso continuar a permitir que brinques comigo. Pois não se se já te deste conta mas andas a brincar consecutivamente á 1 ano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se queres realmente estar comigo, sabes melhor do que ninguém onde me encontrar, eu estou aqui, tal como sempre estive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-5035472995287118792?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/5035472995287118792/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=5035472995287118792&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/5035472995287118792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/5035472995287118792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/04/cansada-de.html' title='Cansada De'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S8YhYVUTnxI/AAAAAAAABEY/XTKURxu6Pdo/s72-c/sozinha.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-1979930913216079446</id><published>2010-04-12T23:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T23:07:37.839+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Indefinição</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S8OZC2oHMwI/AAAAAAAABDw/zm5RouaFSqw/s1600/triste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 194px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459375447605719810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S8OZC2oHMwI/AAAAAAAABDw/zm5RouaFSqw/s200/triste.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O que mais me irrita no meio de toda esta indefinição, é ter a cabeça cheia de dúvidas, e sentir que estou nas tuas mãos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Porque tens de ser assim??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-1979930913216079446?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/1979930913216079446/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=1979930913216079446&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/1979930913216079446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/1979930913216079446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/04/indefinicao.html' title='Indefinição'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S8OZC2oHMwI/AAAAAAAABDw/zm5RouaFSqw/s72-c/triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-2931936684099913364</id><published>2010-04-11T01:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T01:06:46.736+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pequenas Coisas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S8ER4ZaiVqI/AAAAAAAABDg/dMesbtcCN3Y/s1600/canto_dicas_malas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 187px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458663883942287010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S8ER4ZaiVqI/AAAAAAAABDg/dMesbtcCN3Y/s200/canto_dicas_malas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pequenas coisas que me fazem ficar um bocadinho mais contente, trocar de mala e encontrar dinheiro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hihihi ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-2931936684099913364?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/2931936684099913364/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=2931936684099913364&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/2931936684099913364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/2931936684099913364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/04/pequenas-coisas.html' title='Pequenas Coisas'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S8ER4ZaiVqI/AAAAAAAABDg/dMesbtcCN3Y/s72-c/canto_dicas_malas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-5000931208447576398</id><published>2010-04-08T23:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T23:35:45.691+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Extraterrestres</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S75aCqUwdiI/AAAAAAAABDY/VWgNzUae1Xw/s1600/a_extraterrestres_azul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457898800187209250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S75aCqUwdiI/AAAAAAAABDY/VWgNzUae1Xw/s200/a_extraterrestres_azul.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por vezes dou por mim a olhar para o céu e a pedir que me levem, nunca vos aconteceu??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-5000931208447576398?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/5000931208447576398/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=5000931208447576398&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/5000931208447576398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/5000931208447576398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/04/extraterrestres.html' title='Extraterrestres'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S75aCqUwdiI/AAAAAAAABDY/VWgNzUae1Xw/s72-c/a_extraterrestres_azul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-9093673985354536904</id><published>2010-04-07T23:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T23:49:36.971+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoentada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S70K5m02K2I/AAAAAAAABDQ/mDwNzRr-DJ4/s1600/doente.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457530308233931618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S70K5m02K2I/AAAAAAAABDQ/mDwNzRr-DJ4/s200/doente.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pois é!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu que sou extremamente cuidadosa com certas coisas, agora vejo-me metida nestas andanças.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enfim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Com um pouco de sorte resolvo isto em casa sem ter que recorrer aos médicos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas, falando de outras coisas ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tenho reparado que a lista de "Perseguidores" deste blog tem aumentado, fico contente que gostem de me lêr tanto quanto eu gosto de escrever. Obrigada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-9093673985354536904?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/9093673985354536904/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=9093673985354536904&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/9093673985354536904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/9093673985354536904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/04/adoentada.html' title='Adoentada'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S70K5m02K2I/AAAAAAAABDQ/mDwNzRr-DJ4/s72-c/doente.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-3633151878433489621</id><published>2010-04-05T23:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T23:37:50.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S7pkHgJkLyI/AAAAAAAABDI/rk97aaPYPDw/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456783978564693794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S7pkHgJkLyI/AAAAAAAABDI/rk97aaPYPDw/s200/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bem sei que tenho passado pouco tempo aqui, mas acreditem que tem sido por uma boa causa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tenho aproveitado estas férias da Páscoa para brincar mais com os meus filhotes.Tenho aproveitado tanto que hoje então estou morta de cansaço.Mas vale bem a pena ao ver as carinhas de felicidade deles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ontem á noite já deitadinha na cama, enviei uma sms ao Alexandre, só para lhe dizer que o adoro. Sei que parece piegas, mas eu sou mesmo assim.Já na sexta-feira lhe tinha enviado uma, ao que ele respondeu que para a semana (ou seja esta) queria que eu fosse a casa dele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lamento Paixão mas vai ser impossivel enquanto os putos estiverem de férias.Mas obviamente que combinaremos isso para uma breve próxima vez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agora vou mas é descansar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-3633151878433489621?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/3633151878433489621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=3633151878433489621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/3633151878433489621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/3633151878433489621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/04/tempo.html' title='Tempo'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S7pkHgJkLyI/AAAAAAAABDI/rk97aaPYPDw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-3668755755636956924</id><published>2010-03-23T00:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-23T00:23:20.672Z</updated><title type='text'>Erro ou não??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S6gIXjDoMoI/AAAAAAAABC4/Sz49us2Rte8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451616549572457090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S6gIXjDoMoI/AAAAAAAABC4/Sz49us2Rte8/s200/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ontem disse ao Alexandre que ainda o amo muito. Apesar de não ser uma novidade para ele mas prontos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os meus sentimentos transcedem-me, sou transparente. Se foi ou não um erro, o tempo o dirá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agora quero é curtir o que possa vir por aí. Quero acreditar que ele ainda me ama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amas não amas Paixão??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-3668755755636956924?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/3668755755636956924/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=3668755755636956924&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/3668755755636956924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/3668755755636956924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/03/erro-ou-nao.html' title='Erro ou não??'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S6gIXjDoMoI/AAAAAAAABC4/Sz49us2Rte8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-3673448268888984629</id><published>2010-03-20T23:52:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-03-21T00:01:22.522Z</updated><title type='text'>"Melhor Blog De Sexo"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S6Vfw6FKq_I/AAAAAAAABCw/mM6RIQx2pgM/s1600-h/cinema-ascares-2009-nomeados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450868217831140338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S6Vfw6FKq_I/AAAAAAAABCw/mM6RIQx2pgM/s200/cinema-ascares-2009-nomeados.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje ao aprovar os comentários do blog, fui surpreendida com uma nomeação para concorrer ao concurso  de "Melhor Blog De Sexo". Confesso que fiquei de facto surpreendida, pois não acho que este blog seja um blog de "sexo", em todo o caso, fico grata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aqui fica o endereço do Blog onde podem votar em mim, (risos).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://herberthreis.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://herberthreis.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Visitem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-3673448268888984629?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/3673448268888984629/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=3673448268888984629&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/3673448268888984629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/3673448268888984629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/03/melhor-blog-de-sexo.html' title='&quot;Melhor Blog De Sexo&quot;'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S6Vfw6FKq_I/AAAAAAAABCw/mM6RIQx2pgM/s72-c/cinema-ascares-2009-nomeados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-5348792963946978647</id><published>2010-03-18T10:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-18T10:00:08.914Z</updated><title type='text'>"Eu estou aqui"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/brMiRpXuDhQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/brMiRpXuDhQ&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Não sei se me continuas a lêr, mas se continuares, sabes que isto é para ti, Alexandre!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-5348792963946978647?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/5348792963946978647/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=5348792963946978647&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/5348792963946978647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/5348792963946978647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/03/eu-estou-aqui.html' title='&quot;Eu estou aqui&quot;'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-7861920161515943471</id><published>2010-03-17T13:13:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-17T13:19:32.761Z</updated><title type='text'>Enfermeira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S6DVgyem96I/AAAAAAAABCo/IiSNszFoBuQ/s1600-h/enfermeira.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449590308400986018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S6DVgyem96I/AAAAAAAABCo/IiSNszFoBuQ/s200/enfermeira.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Desde ontem que estou de "serviço" como enfermeira da minha filhota.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Com anginas e a apanhar injecções de penicilina ganhou um atestado médico até sexta-feira. O meu puto é que está roido de inveja da mana, porque aquele dá o cú e uns tostões, (literalmente) para faltar ás aulas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta semana deveria ser "rica" para mim numa forma pessoal, mas com esta situação fica em off mais uns diazitos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Já vai sendo hora de "sair da toca".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-7861920161515943471?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/7861920161515943471/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=7861920161515943471&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/7861920161515943471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/7861920161515943471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/03/enfermeira.html' title='Enfermeira'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S6DVgyem96I/AAAAAAAABCo/IiSNszFoBuQ/s72-c/enfermeira.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-3210976314329794353</id><published>2010-03-15T15:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-15T15:55:36.890Z</updated><title type='text'>Apreciada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S55X5tm4_3I/AAAAAAAABCg/3M8EYIERhcI/s1600-h/MostraImagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448889248171753330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S55X5tm4_3I/AAAAAAAABCg/3M8EYIERhcI/s200/MostraImagem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É bom quando nos apreciam. É mesmo bom!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-3210976314329794353?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/3210976314329794353/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=3210976314329794353&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/3210976314329794353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/3210976314329794353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/03/apreciada.html' title='Apreciada'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S55X5tm4_3I/AAAAAAAABCg/3M8EYIERhcI/s72-c/MostraImagem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-8317968817029607424</id><published>2010-03-10T10:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-10T10:21:15.249Z</updated><title type='text'>Preguiça</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S5dx2kAM8pI/AAAAAAAABCY/0npAsc2N4Lc/s1600-h/garfield.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446947456519303826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S5dx2kAM8pI/AAAAAAAABCY/0npAsc2N4Lc/s200/garfield.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje acordei cheia de preguiça. É daqueles dias em que até para comer o pequeno-almoço não apetece mexer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pensando bem, acho que me vou enroscar no vale dos lençois mais um bocadinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bom dia para vocês!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-8317968817029607424?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/8317968817029607424/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=8317968817029607424&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/8317968817029607424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/8317968817029607424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/03/preguica.html' title='Preguiça'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S5dx2kAM8pI/AAAAAAAABCY/0npAsc2N4Lc/s72-c/garfield.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-4553306380366087557</id><published>2010-03-09T00:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-09T00:00:00.198Z</updated><title type='text'>Conferência De Pais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S5EjFhx27ZI/AAAAAAAABCQ/96TB4R6Zr1E/s1600-h/casalzinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445172002341449106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S5EjFhx27ZI/AAAAAAAABCQ/96TB4R6Zr1E/s200/casalzinho.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como podem imaginar muita coisa se passou nesta minha ausência, coisas boas, e coisas menos boas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tenho canalizado a minha energia a ajudar o meu puto que tem precisado muito de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cada vez mais noto que ser-se MÃE não é de todo fácil. Todos os dias me deparo com situações novas ás quais tenho tentado corresponder da melhor forma que sei e posso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Felizmente tenho atrás de mim também uma equipa de professores e psicológos que me teêm ajudado bastante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para melhorar ou piorar a minha continuada situação de stress, eis que sou convocada pelo Tribunal para uma Conferência de Pais. Passados 5 anos de para mim a situação a nivel de tribunal estar resolvida, pensava eu, vejo-me agora confrontada com esta conferência, que só estarei eu presente porque o adorável "pai" do meu puto não se encontra no País. Não faço a menor ideia do porquê desta conferência, mas, em último recurso utilizo os relatórios que possuo da psicológa em que ela pede que o puto seja encaminhado para pedopsiquiatria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por enquanto o melhor que tenho a fazer é tentar não pensar muito nisso. Dia 11 ás 14H lá estarei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-4553306380366087557?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/4553306380366087557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=4553306380366087557&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/4553306380366087557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/4553306380366087557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/03/conferencia-de-pais.html' title='Conferência De Pais'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S5EjFhx27ZI/AAAAAAAABCQ/96TB4R6Zr1E/s72-c/casalzinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-4466004566991818936</id><published>2010-03-02T14:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-02T14:18:44.354Z</updated><title type='text'>Ainda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S40eIihvAII/AAAAAAAABBo/LptjerY2q2I/s1600-h/viva.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444040656616882306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S40eIihvAII/AAAAAAAABBo/LptjerY2q2I/s200/viva.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ainda estou VIVA!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-4466004566991818936?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/4466004566991818936/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=4466004566991818936&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/4466004566991818936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/4466004566991818936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/03/ainda.html' title='Ainda'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S40eIihvAII/AAAAAAAABBo/LptjerY2q2I/s72-c/viva.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-4722946099260813322</id><published>2010-02-02T15:49:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-02T16:02:26.875Z</updated><title type='text'>Amo-te</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S2hJtKwT5_I/AAAAAAAABBQ/MuBPMkBlXmE/s1600-h/1675316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433673990752430066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S2hJtKwT5_I/AAAAAAAABBQ/MuBPMkBlXmE/s200/1675316.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinta feira preciso de fazer umas coisas perto do sitio e do café em que nos encontravamos, faço questão de parar lá á hora do costume e tomar um último café.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Já te tinha dito e volto a dizê-lo, foste a página mais linda que o destino escreveu na minha vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amo-te hoje, e para sempre!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para a minha Paixão, da eternamente tua, Princesa Da Noite tal como me chamaste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Ainda sei escrever sem erros.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-4722946099260813322?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/4722946099260813322/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=4722946099260813322&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/4722946099260813322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/4722946099260813322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/02/amo-te.html' title='Amo-te'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S2hJtKwT5_I/AAAAAAAABBQ/MuBPMkBlXmE/s72-c/1675316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-7195946273138287184</id><published>2010-01-30T00:33:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-30T01:09:38.551Z</updated><title type='text'>Ninguém Diria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S2N-jZXdmrI/AAAAAAAABBA/Fyn5fuul_Xk/s1600-h/00029.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 192px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432324722108766898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S2N-jZXdmrI/AAAAAAAABBA/Fyn5fuul_Xk/s200/00029.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vivo uma vida dupla. Perto de outras pessoas comporto-me como sempre. Bem disposta, mau feitio, empenhada, irritável, arrogante e com a sensibilidade á flor da pele. Ninguém diria que por dentro me sinto desfeita. Os melhores amigos sabem que algo está errado, quando perguntam digo-lhes, os outros que não perguntam sabem só que ando com o olhar mortiço e longe. Continuo a rir como dantes, mas não a sorrir, dizem ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ninguém sabe o aperto que tenho no peito e que me faz querer deixar de respirar. Poucos seriam capazes de compreender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tenho medo de chegar o dia em que não consiga levantar-me e erguer a cabeça para viver o lado B, para viver a personagem que já está mecanizada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tenho saudades de mim, e dele tantas. A ideia do "nunca mais" apavora-me. Porque meti na cabeça que o sentido da vida está nos olhos dele, que o amor mora nos beijos dele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mais que a ausência, mais que a separação, dói que ele nunca tenha sentido o suficiente, nunca tenha gostado de mim o suficiente, e que eu nunca tenha sido boa o suficiente para lhe merecer uma oportunidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No domingo o Rui faz anos e vamos passar o dia todo fora, quarta-feira tenho reunião com a professora e a psicóloga que está a acompanhar o meu puto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sabes Paixão, tudo isto seria tão mais fácil de suportar se estivesses aqui comigo ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-7195946273138287184?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/7195946273138287184/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=7195946273138287184&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/7195946273138287184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/7195946273138287184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/01/ninguem-diria.html' title='Ninguém Diria'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S2N-jZXdmrI/AAAAAAAABBA/Fyn5fuul_Xk/s72-c/00029.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-2757271543606901321</id><published>2010-01-29T10:39:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-29T10:54:02.735Z</updated><title type='text'>Os Resultados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S2K7AMZrOkI/AAAAAAAABAY/MEcVR79ihUk/s1600-h/medicos3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432109712565549634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S2K7AMZrOkI/AAAAAAAABAY/MEcVR79ihUk/s200/medicos3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A doutora, compreensiva como sempre, ouviu o pouco que eu disse, quando me perguntou se me sentia melhor não fui capaz de lhe mentir e disse-lhe que não, perguntou-me se lhe queria dar pormenores mas preferi não o fazer, o que ela respeitou tal como já tinha feito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estou mais magra, com uma boa tensão mas ... descobri que em 2 meses desenvolvi uma anemia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O que até não surpreende, uma vez que o meu coração sangra pela minha Paixão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mandou-me tomar uns comprimidos 3 vezes ao dia, coisa que não faço tensões de fazer. Enquanto não notar no meu corpo que preciso deles não os quero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vou viver um dia de cada vez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-2757271543606901321?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/2757271543606901321/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=2757271543606901321&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/2757271543606901321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/2757271543606901321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/01/os-resultados.html' title='Os Resultados'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S2K7AMZrOkI/AAAAAAAABAY/MEcVR79ihUk/s72-c/medicos3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-1061009656837470894</id><published>2010-01-26T13:30:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-26T13:35:12.232Z</updated><title type='text'>69</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S17umuM9FNI/AAAAAAAABAQ/3of-U-MSyZc/s1600-h/69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431040549660202194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S17umuM9FNI/AAAAAAAABAQ/3of-U-MSyZc/s200/69.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O Miguel Acompanhante tem o prazer de ser o número 69 na minha lista de Perseguidores deste blog, não tem nada de especial eu sei, mas que o número tem a sua piada isso vocês teêm de concordar comigo que tem. Lol!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-1061009656837470894?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/1061009656837470894/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=1061009656837470894&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/1061009656837470894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/1061009656837470894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/01/69.html' title='69'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S17umuM9FNI/AAAAAAAABAQ/3of-U-MSyZc/s72-c/69.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-786363320650821976</id><published>2010-01-25T23:34:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-25T23:54:36.692Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S14qrDiwkyI/AAAAAAAABAI/OpC2eUe4Xls/s1600-h/D06_by_D4D1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430825119829234466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S14qrDiwkyI/AAAAAAAABAI/OpC2eUe4Xls/s200/D06_by_D4D1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje foi dia de ir buscar os exames médicos que andei a fazer, quinta-feira dia 28 tenho consulta com a médica, para uma visita de rotina depois de ter posto o implante contraceptivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nesse dia o Rui vai ficar em casa, pois tem ele de despachar os putos para a escola, depois vai ter comigo ao Centro de Saúde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agora faz questão de me acompanhar, quando na verdade era no dia de pôr o implante que eu mais precisava dele ali do meu lado, pois estive lá a desesperar o dia todo sózinha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enfim ...&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/1110090609474911332-786363320650821976?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/786363320650821976/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=786363320650821976&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/786363320650821976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/786363320650821976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/01/hoje.html' title='Hoje'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S14qrDiwkyI/AAAAAAAABAI/OpC2eUe4Xls/s72-c/D06_by_D4D1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-4471722141480892911</id><published>2010-01-23T00:13:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-23T00:21:30.736Z</updated><title type='text'>O Mundo Aos Meus Pés</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S1o_WlaFA3I/AAAAAAAAA_4/rBFh8X1t2L8/s1600-h/PES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429721957979718514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S1o_WlaFA3I/AAAAAAAAA_4/rBFh8X1t2L8/s200/PES.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não sou qualquer uma, tenho os meus limites e respeito os meus sentimentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mudo de opinião mas não de princípios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os dias estão á minha frente á espera de serem o que eu quizer, tudo depende de mim, afinal, eu tenho o Mundo aos meus pés!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-4471722141480892911?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/4471722141480892911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=4471722141480892911&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/4471722141480892911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/4471722141480892911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-mundo-aos-meus-pes.html' title='O Mundo Aos Meus Pés'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S1o_WlaFA3I/AAAAAAAAA_4/rBFh8X1t2L8/s72-c/PES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-9212249850233099643</id><published>2010-01-22T14:15:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-22T14:19:02.837Z</updated><title type='text'>Fim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S1mzDT7HSrI/AAAAAAAAA_g/x7nXeV2IjNU/s1600-h/FIM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429567695241038514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S1mzDT7HSrI/AAAAAAAAA_g/x7nXeV2IjNU/s200/FIM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fim, porque há que saber onde se deve parar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cheguei ao meu limite e prometi a mim mesma dai não passar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Posso sempre mudar de opinião, mas jamais mudarei as minhas convicções!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-9212249850233099643?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/9212249850233099643/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=9212249850233099643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/9212249850233099643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/9212249850233099643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/01/fim.html' title='Fim'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S1mzDT7HSrI/AAAAAAAAA_g/x7nXeV2IjNU/s72-c/FIM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-4388744805944554458</id><published>2010-01-19T01:16:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-19T01:27:43.044Z</updated><title type='text'>Desaparecida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S1UIF_YUHaI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/u9emniM3nLw/s1600-h/desaparecer_olhares-com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428253824870784418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S1UIF_YUHaI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/u9emniM3nLw/s200/desaparecer_olhares-com.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bem sei que não tenho dado noticias da minha pessoa, mas outras questões se levantam neste momento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acredito que tudo na vida acontece por uma razão, e acredito que sou uma Mulher com imensa força para ultrapassar os desafios que a vida me impôe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sempre ouvi dizer, "O que não nos mata, deixa-nos mais fortes!"!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Até já!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-4388744805944554458?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/4388744805944554458/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=4388744805944554458&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/4388744805944554458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/4388744805944554458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/01/desaparecida.html' title='Desaparecida'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S1UIF_YUHaI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/u9emniM3nLw/s72-c/desaparecer_olhares-com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-5233767753176007646</id><published>2010-01-07T15:04:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-01-07T17:09:59.335Z</updated><title type='text'>Confusa Mas Decidida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S0X49LYYPzI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/uoolqcfwFmE/s1600-h/1139734246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424015056148381490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S0X49LYYPzI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/uoolqcfwFmE/s200/1139734246.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta imagem não podia estar mais de acordo com aquilo que eu sinto neste preciso momento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi uma madrugada recheada de emoções, sensações e muitos pensamentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje, tomei uma decisão que vai reflectir-se na minha vida futura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não posso virar as costas ao que sinto, mesmo que isso me faça sofrer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amo-te Paixão, e vou ficar aqui á tua espera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tenho tanto para te dizer que nem sei por onde começar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bom, o melhor mesmo será o inicio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aquele meu "amigo" sabe que eu saí de uma relação extra-conjugal com uma outra pessoa que frequenta o chat, e até ontem não sabia quem era, pois como é óbvio ao falar das coisas nunca menciono nomes. Ao te meteres comigo ontem no privado, ele percebeu em mim que o suposto ex da relação teria ficado com ciúmes das coisas que se escreviam. E ao perceber isso começou a picar-te dizendo coisas que não eram verdade, para que a pessoa que ele não sabia quem era se desbronca-se. Tu como sabes não aguentaste a pressão e acabaste por te revelar. Agora sim ele já sabe que eras tu o ex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De tudo aquilo que foi escrito, a única verdade é que nos encontrámos uma única vez antes das férias de Natal dos putos, para tomar um café. Sabes bem que gosto de conhecer pessoalmente as pessoas com quem teclo, assim como sabes que ele não é o primeiro com quem vou beber café.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nessa tarde apenas conversámos, de mim, dele, dos nossos filhos, e de como ali fomos parar ao chat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Desde o primeiro momento que esclareci que não andava á procura de nada mais que uma boa amizade, pois estava (e estou), apaixonada pelo meu amante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sempre foi um cavalheiro e sempre me respeitou. Sabes que não tolero faltas de educação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tem sido um ombro amigo em alturas complicadas que já se passaram. Tem sido alguém que está sempre disponivel para me ouvir. E ao contrário do que possas pensar, nunca falou mal de ti, nem nunca me pôs contra ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Antes de ele aparecer sabes bem que houve outro, o "Sexy", e até mesmo com esse nunca a coisa passou dali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nunca fui infiel na minha vida de casada, apenas o fui e tenho sido contigo, e por isso mesmo, depois de ter estado contigo, nunca mais estive com ninguém (a não ser o marido, claro).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amo-te demasiado para me envolver com uma outra pessoa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sabes, só ontem me apercebi que ao acabares a nossa relação, estavas também ao mesmo tempo a dar-me uma prova de amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Desculpa só ter percebido isso agora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pelos vistos existem muitas coisas ainda que desconheço e que são muito sérias, fico á espera que quando achares que é conveniente eu saber me contes. Entendo que esta também seja uma forma de me protegeres dessas eventuais complicações.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Até lá eu estarei aqui a cuidar do nosso cantinho, e a levar a minha vida para a frente como esposa de um outro homem e mãe de familia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não sei quanto tempo ainda vou ter de esperar por ti, mas espero ter-te já comigo no meu próximo aniversário.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amo-te muito, muito mesmo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Da tua, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Princesa Da Noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-5233767753176007646?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/5233767753176007646/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=5233767753176007646&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/5233767753176007646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/5233767753176007646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/01/confusa-mas-decidida.html' title='Confusa Mas Decidida'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S0X49LYYPzI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/uoolqcfwFmE/s72-c/1139734246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-8922985517773353535</id><published>2010-01-06T14:33:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-06T15:47:32.191Z</updated><title type='text'>Surpresa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S0SfWhmkRvI/AAAAAAAAA_I/cfF8fCduTYY/s1600-h/surpresa02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423635060586989298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S0SfWhmkRvI/AAAAAAAAA_I/cfF8fCduTYY/s200/surpresa02.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em plena madrugada no MSN da Princesa Da Noite, estive á conversa com um leitor que dizia que era impossivel eu surpreender mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ora eu aposto contigo em como te vou surpreender!! Queres vêr??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-8922985517773353535?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/8922985517773353535/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=8922985517773353535&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/8922985517773353535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/8922985517773353535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/01/surpresa.html' title='Surpresa'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S0SfWhmkRvI/AAAAAAAAA_I/cfF8fCduTYY/s72-c/surpresa02.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-7293611586336915932</id><published>2010-01-05T17:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-05T17:54:51.508Z</updated><title type='text'>Não sei!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S0N8M0Ows3I/AAAAAAAAA-w/cQX7mea0V-M/s1600-h/28904127_b1c9c32e19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423314935905039218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S0N8M0Ows3I/AAAAAAAAA-w/cQX7mea0V-M/s200/28904127_b1c9c32e19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não sei se te devo largar ou prender, ainda estou á espera que me respondas!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-7293611586336915932?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/7293611586336915932/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=7293611586336915932&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/7293611586336915932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/7293611586336915932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/01/nao-sei.html' title='Não sei!'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S0N8M0Ows3I/AAAAAAAAA-w/cQX7mea0V-M/s72-c/28904127_b1c9c32e19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-4333807626081285929</id><published>2010-01-04T15:52:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-04T15:55:41.380Z</updated><title type='text'>Promessas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S0IOvfHt8PI/AAAAAAAAA-g/IGT1Zk8oTx0/s1600-h/DSC08563-788314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422913110278009074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S0IOvfHt8PI/AAAAAAAAA-g/IGT1Zk8oTx0/s200/DSC08563-788314.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Promessas, quem as não faz??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Faço eu, fazes tu, faz ele, fazemos nós, fazeís vós, fazem eles. Todos nós as fazemos, mas será que as cumprimos??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-4333807626081285929?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/4333807626081285929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=4333807626081285929&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/4333807626081285929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/4333807626081285929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/01/promessas.html' title='Promessas'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S0IOvfHt8PI/AAAAAAAAA-g/IGT1Zk8oTx0/s72-c/DSC08563-788314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-889783860083263840</id><published>2010-01-03T03:01:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-03T03:07:44.473Z</updated><title type='text'>Balanço de 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S0AIk1dYCLI/AAAAAAAAA-A/r7oBmFzjEkE/s1600-h/balanco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422343380272679090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S0AIk1dYCLI/AAAAAAAAA-A/r7oBmFzjEkE/s200/balanco.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um blog cheio de aventuras e desventuras, com 60 seguidores e 1 ano de vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando comecei nunca pensei que isto pudesse ser assim tão importante, nem para mim, nem para vocês. Afinal, sou apenas mais uma entre tantos ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Obrigada a quem me segue, e a quem me seguirá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Prometo nunca deixar de ser a pessoa que sou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Obrigada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-889783860083263840?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/889783860083263840/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=889783860083263840&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/889783860083263840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/889783860083263840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/01/balanco-de-2009.html' title='Balanço de 2009'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S0AIk1dYCLI/AAAAAAAAA-A/r7oBmFzjEkE/s72-c/balanco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-1099758101593326956</id><published>2010-01-01T00:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-01T00:00:03.576Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SzgByk1YF1I/AAAAAAAAA9g/8GADOukI5W4/s1600-h/1243505261Q9fDEd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420084119933032274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SzgByk1YF1I/AAAAAAAAA9g/8GADOukI5W4/s200/1243505261Q9fDEd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um Feliz 2010 com tudo de bom para todos, são os desejos da Princesa Da Noite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-1099758101593326956?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/1099758101593326956/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=1099758101593326956&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/1099758101593326956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/1099758101593326956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2010/01/feliz-2010.html' title='Feliz 2010'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SzgByk1YF1I/AAAAAAAAA9g/8GADOukI5W4/s72-c/1243505261Q9fDEd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-3973611693456187720</id><published>2009-12-29T01:03:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-29T02:02:06.451Z</updated><title type='text'>Se Me Amas!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SzlV0JNq00I/AAAAAAAAA94/79km6VYTINg/s1600-h/amas-me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 165px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420457980831912770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SzlV0JNq00I/AAAAAAAAA94/79km6VYTINg/s200/amas-me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este, é um post dirigido especialmente a ti, Alexandre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Porquê?? Porque ainda muito ficou por dizer depois daquela conversa que tivemos no chat, quando me disseste que tinhas vindo aqui lêr-me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomaste a tua decisão ao acabares tudo comigo, eu aceitei pois só me restava isso mesmo. Não fiz nem nunca faria cenas por causa disso, sabes bem que não é a minha onda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não te escondi o facto de ainda te amar, muito, muito mesmo, mas também não posso parar de viver a minha vida. Sabes bem que conheci alguém de quem tenho estado próximo, e isso não sei porquê fez-te uma de duas coisas, ou te provocou ciúmes e como tu mesmo dizes só sentes ciúmes de quem gostas, ou então é despeito, orgulho de macho ferido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Disseste que o nosso amor era verdadeiro e que eu tivesse cuidado em não te tomar como um exemplo, pois no inicio de todas as coisas é tudo muito bonito, mas no fim eles só querem é dar umas kekas, mas eu perguntava-te, achas que seria assim tão impossivel um outro homem se apaixonar por mim?? Não serei eu Mulher para fazer um outro homem se apaixonar por mim??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Paixão, não tenho vergonha de assumir que te amo e que estou a sofrer com a tua ausência, sei que lá no fundo tu também sentes o mesmo, mas o que eu não sei é o porquê de lutares contra o que sentes, tal como gostava que me explicasses o porquê de nem tão pouco vires dizer-me isso pessoalmente, olhos nos olhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amas-me??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se me amas ... não me deixes fugir-te por entre os dedos!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gostava muito que no final me deixasses a tua palavra relativamente a tudo isto ok??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-3973611693456187720?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/3973611693456187720/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=3973611693456187720&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/3973611693456187720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/3973611693456187720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2009/12/se-me-amas.html' title='Se Me Amas!!'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SzlV0JNq00I/AAAAAAAAA94/79km6VYTINg/s72-c/amas-me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-4833077980659272785</id><published>2009-12-27T00:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-27T00:00:00.604Z</updated><title type='text'>1 Ano De Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SzFa1Y0pJeI/AAAAAAAAA9A/zTWu9v9ChjA/s1600-h/parabens.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418211699946235362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SzFa1Y0pJeI/AAAAAAAAA9A/zTWu9v9ChjA/s200/parabens.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje, faz precisamente 1 ano que iniciei esta aventura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-4833077980659272785?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/4833077980659272785/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=4833077980659272785&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/4833077980659272785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/4833077980659272785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2009/12/1-ano-de-blog.html' title='1 Ano De Blog'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SzFa1Y0pJeI/AAAAAAAAA9A/zTWu9v9ChjA/s72-c/parabens.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-3007535051962524989</id><published>2009-12-25T00:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-25T00:00:02.861Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glimboo.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Hoje é Natal" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/hoje_e_natal/0029.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-3007535051962524989?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/3007535051962524989/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=3007535051962524989&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/3007535051962524989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/3007535051962524989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2009/12/feliz-natal.html' title='Feliz Natal'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-7965512898533643787</id><published>2009-12-24T00:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-24T00:50:00.819Z</updated><title type='text'>Pode Ser Que...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SzKncGrtHiI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/YOwH5aMOCrg/s1600-h/natal-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418577402952228386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SzKncGrtHiI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/YOwH5aMOCrg/s200/natal-6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pode ser que este Natal nem seja mau de todo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pode ser que até me divirta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pode ser que até fique na memória como um dos menos maus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pode ser que ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-7965512898533643787?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/7965512898533643787/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=7965512898533643787&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/7965512898533643787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/7965512898533643787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2009/12/pode-ser-que.html' title='Pode Ser Que...'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SzKncGrtHiI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/YOwH5aMOCrg/s72-c/natal-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-3930438642638504736</id><published>2009-12-23T15:55:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-23T15:59:18.132Z</updated><title type='text'>Será??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SzI9lFxlhtI/AAAAAAAAA9I/wRLt02WCVnc/s1600-h/03_08a_sera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418461009094739666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SzI9lFxlhtI/AAAAAAAAA9I/wRLt02WCVnc/s200/03_08a_sera.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ontem numa conversa, alguém me disse que uma história de amor só termina com a morte de uma das personagens, será isso mesmo verdade??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu sinceramente não sei!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E vocês??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-3930438642638504736?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/3930438642638504736/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=3930438642638504736&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/3930438642638504736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/3930438642638504736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2009/12/sera.html' title='Será??'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SzI9lFxlhtI/AAAAAAAAA9I/wRLt02WCVnc/s72-c/03_08a_sera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-3592850771249029459</id><published>2009-12-22T13:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-22T13:51:19.438Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma Pergunta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SzDOofT3FJI/AAAAAAAAA84/Bvfrks_7aqA/s1600-h/pergunta1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418057546721596562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SzDOofT3FJI/AAAAAAAAA84/Bvfrks_7aqA/s200/pergunta1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Caros leitores,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vocês por acaso ouvem a música do meu blog??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-3592850771249029459?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/3592850771249029459/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=3592850771249029459&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/3592850771249029459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/3592850771249029459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2009/12/uma-pergunta.html' title='Uma Pergunta'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SzDOofT3FJI/AAAAAAAAA84/Bvfrks_7aqA/s72-c/pergunta1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-2229468711718390280</id><published>2009-12-21T15:58:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-21T16:12:44.498Z</updated><title type='text'>Conselho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/Sy-bRyHZn_I/AAAAAAAAA8w/4a0RmwPcTt4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417719606562889714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/Sy-bRyHZn_I/AAAAAAAAA8w/4a0RmwPcTt4/s200/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Segui o conselho de um amigo e fui passear á beira-mar. Com todo aquele horizonte a perder de vista, consegui pensar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não é por ter perdido a minha Paixão que vou deixar de viver. Tenho toda uma vida pela frente, ainda muita coisa irá acontecer, boa e má. Não posso parar a vida cada vez que isso suceder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Irei manter o titulo do blog assim como a minha identidade continuará a ser, Princesa Da Noite. Assim comecei, e assim vai continuar a ser. Foram apesar de tudo bons episódios, dos quais tirei bons ensinamentos para o futuro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Diz-se que Deus fecha uma porta e abre uma janela, pois eu acho que de facto uma porta se fechou, e uma janela se abriu para mim. Conheci alguém que me tem feito vêr o mundo que ainda me falta descobrir. Não, não é nada disso que estão a pensar, é meramente um amigo, mas um amigo que me abriu os olhos para as coisas que eu não queria mas precisava vêr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É uma amizade que começou de uma forma simples e muito natural, mas que como acabará só Deus sabe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A todos vocês queria agradecer o vosso apoio, acreditem que lêr-vos tem sido muito importante para mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Obrigada por estarem aí desse lado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-2229468711718390280?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/2229468711718390280/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=2229468711718390280&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/2229468711718390280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/2229468711718390280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2009/12/conselho.html' title='Conselho'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/Sy-bRyHZn_I/AAAAAAAAA8w/4a0RmwPcTt4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-7860018300424186929</id><published>2009-12-16T16:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-16T16:30:10.486Z</updated><title type='text'>Acabou</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SykJJ_cruVI/AAAAAAAAA8o/-j9067QxgYU/s1600-h/acabou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415870094144944466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SykJJ_cruVI/AAAAAAAAA8o/-j9067QxgYU/s200/acabou.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acabou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É oficial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agora tenho de pensar o que vou fazer com o blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Continuar  ou desistir dele e de todas as memórias nele contidas??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não sei!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-7860018300424186929?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/7860018300424186929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=7860018300424186929&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/7860018300424186929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/7860018300424186929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2009/12/acabou.html' title='Acabou'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SykJJ_cruVI/AAAAAAAAA8o/-j9067QxgYU/s72-c/acabou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-8814767865211855538</id><published>2009-12-14T16:29:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-14T16:35:18.186Z</updated><title type='text'>Frio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SyZoRbRtocI/AAAAAAAAA8g/G0tqCLXYx5M/s1600-h/frio+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415130250548715970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SyZoRbRtocI/AAAAAAAAA8g/G0tqCLXYx5M/s200/frio+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É impressão minha, ou está mesmo um frio do caraças??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pois é, estava eu aqui sossegadita a fazer uma sesta, quando toca o telemóvel. Como não conhecia o número atendi, e eís que lá veêm mais problemas com o puto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Logo á noite vamos ter mais uma conversa, se bem que já começo a ficar sem argumentos, já lhe disse tudo o que pode acontecer de mau se ele continua a ter este tipo de comportamentos. Estou a ficar desesperada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-8814767865211855538?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/8814767865211855538/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=8814767865211855538&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/8814767865211855538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/8814767865211855538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2009/12/frio.html' title='Frio'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SyZoRbRtocI/AAAAAAAAA8g/G0tqCLXYx5M/s72-c/frio+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-2253000390696409154</id><published>2009-12-09T11:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-09T11:07:24.513Z</updated><title type='text'>Segunda - Feira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/Sx-EnmpABNI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/kO37Ckbu59Q/s1600-h/relogio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413191093044905170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/Sx-EnmpABNI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/kO37Ckbu59Q/s200/relogio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A minha Segunda - Feira á noite, foi para esquecer!! O que aconteceu?? Imaginem lá ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-2253000390696409154?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/2253000390696409154/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=2253000390696409154&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/2253000390696409154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/2253000390696409154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2009/12/segunda-feira.html' title='Segunda - Feira'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/Sx-EnmpABNI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/kO37Ckbu59Q/s72-c/relogio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-1776118128581306622</id><published>2009-12-07T14:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-07T14:49:13.788Z</updated><title type='text'>Banhada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/Sx0Vrg798OI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/CS7dji-rrjw/s1600-h/patinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412506164489220322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/Sx0Vrg798OI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/CS7dji-rrjw/s200/patinho.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mais uma vez uma banhada!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No coments!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-1776118128581306622?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/1776118128581306622/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=1776118128581306622&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/1776118128581306622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/1776118128581306622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2009/12/banhada.html' title='Banhada'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/Sx0Vrg798OI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/CS7dji-rrjw/s72-c/patinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-2558844739585404436</id><published>2009-12-03T23:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-04T00:03:05.976Z</updated><title type='text'>Tristeza De Mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SxhP8zrjBJI/AAAAAAAAA8I/P5_TMxJWRnw/s1600-h/F0rDEMbfJNGBl1gYZoWj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411162858369254546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SxhP8zrjBJI/AAAAAAAAA8I/P5_TMxJWRnw/s200/F0rDEMbfJNGBl1gYZoWj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje o meu puto quis dormir comigo, e não tive coragem de lhe dizer que não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Consigo entendê-lo perfeitamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-2558844739585404436?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/2558844739585404436/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=2558844739585404436&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/2558844739585404436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/2558844739585404436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2009/12/tristeza-de-mae.html' title='Tristeza De Mãe'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SxhP8zrjBJI/AAAAAAAAA8I/P5_TMxJWRnw/s72-c/F0rDEMbfJNGBl1gYZoWj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-4796014847631877314</id><published>2009-12-03T01:10:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-03T01:47:50.871Z</updated><title type='text'>Odeio-te!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SxcQficDdTI/AAAAAAAAA7g/h18-uPSH40Q/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410811611315402034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SxcQficDdTI/AAAAAAAAA7g/h18-uPSH40Q/s200/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O que pode nos fazer odiar a pessoa que nos deu a vida?? Tudo?? Nada?? Já não sei responder a isso, já a odeio á demasiado tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Era de prever que isto voltasse a acontecer, penso que ela não sabe viver de outra forma, a não ser aquela em que nos confrontamos. Eu juro que engulo aquilo que dá para engolir, mas, há coisas que não passam no meu estreito, há coisas que nem ela tem moral para levantar-me o dedo. Sei que é triste uma filha falar assim da própria mãe, a falta de respeito que isso revela mas, não deveria ela também me respeitar??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sabem, ás vezes ouvimos no Telejornal e na Comunicação Social em geral que, este fulano ou sicrano matou a mãe ou o pai, mas, já alguém se perguntou o que realmente leva aquelas pessoas a cometer tal acto?? É que eu posso assegurar-vos que sinto uma raiva tão grande que fico cega, sim, completamente cega. Da outra vez esteve perto, e desta mais perto ainda, se acontecer connosco em casa sózinhas, sim, temo o pior desfecho!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje, depois de ter deixado os meus filhos no quarto a vêr televisão já mais calmos, tive de ir dar uma volta para chorar tudo o que precisava, e dei por mim sentada na estrada á espera que um carro passasse, naquele instante só me apetecia morrer, porque depois de ouvir tudo o que ouvi, eu já estava morta por dentro. Por azar, por sorte, ou simplesmente poque não era a minha hora, nenhum carro passou, estive para ligar ao Alexandre para me ir buscar, pois precisava de conforto, de carinho de um amigo. Não o fiz porque não o queria incomodar com as minhas cenas, pois ele também tem lá os problemas dele. Nessa altura o Rui acaba de chegar a casa, e como não me vê telefona-me para saber onde estou, acabei por ir para casa, gelada e lavada em lágrimas. O serão foi passado á frente da televisão todos agarradinhos, pois os miúdos estavam ... nem sei bem explicar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Com todos já a dormir pensei em passar aqui pela net e tentar desabafar com o Alexandre, mas, ele não estava nem ai para mim!! Já lhe disse que acho que ele já não gosta de mim e que já não me quer, ele diz que não, que estou enganada, mas, estarei mesmo Paixão??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E logo hoje que eu precisava tanto de ti!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-4796014847631877314?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/4796014847631877314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=4796014847631877314&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/4796014847631877314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/4796014847631877314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2009/12/odeio-te.html' title='Odeio-te!!'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SxcQficDdTI/AAAAAAAAA7g/h18-uPSH40Q/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-6537496657242917334</id><published>2009-11-27T14:38:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-27T14:44:41.221Z</updated><title type='text'>Falta Um Mês</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/Sw_km1WH5UI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/KOvUNGXMg4U/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408793033301288258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/Sw_km1WH5UI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/KOvUNGXMg4U/s200/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Falta exactamente 1 mês, para completar 1 ano de existência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sinceramente nunca pensei que esta minha loucura se mantivesse por tanto tempo, mas ainda bem que assim é! E mesmo que o Amor entre mim e a minha Paixão tivesse caido por terra, é como se costuma dizer, vão-se os anéis, e ficam-se os dedos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-6537496657242917334?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/6537496657242917334/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=6537496657242917334&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/6537496657242917334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/6537496657242917334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2009/11/falta-um-mes.html' title='Falta Um Mês'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/Sw_km1WH5UI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/KOvUNGXMg4U/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-7485719210689644295</id><published>2009-11-25T16:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:00:05.180Z</updated><title type='text'>Fiz bem Ou mal??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/Sw1QmZYcL4I/AAAAAAAAA7I/p5_YbNLPtg8/s1600/INDECI~1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408067348120481666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/Sw1QmZYcL4I/AAAAAAAAA7I/p5_YbNLPtg8/s200/INDECI~1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Á bocado fiz algo que não sei se terei feito bem ou mal. De uma coisa agora tenho a certeza, é que já não há forma de voltar atrás. Espero ser compreendida, e espero que isto não venha a afectar ainda mais as coisas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seja o que Deus quizer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-7485719210689644295?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/7485719210689644295/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=7485719210689644295&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/7485719210689644295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/7485719210689644295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2009/11/fiz-bem-ou-mal.html' title='Fiz bem Ou mal??'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/Sw1QmZYcL4I/AAAAAAAAA7I/p5_YbNLPtg8/s72-c/INDECI~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-1485763383222442661</id><published>2009-11-25T13:54:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-25T14:28:09.568Z</updated><title type='text'>Premiada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/Sw0-QwJKBkI/AAAAAAAAA64/W7PmqXq4mD0/s1600/amizade_award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 143px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408047185063970370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/Sw0-QwJKBkI/AAAAAAAAA64/W7PmqXq4mD0/s200/amizade_award.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bom, este vai ser um post diferente de todos aqueles que até hoje foram aqui postados por mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje, tenho a honra de vos comunicar que fui premiada pela minha Amiga &lt;a href="http://borboletaendiabrada.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://borboletaendiabrada.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; com o prémio Amizades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Confesso que ando aqui meio ás aranhas pois esta é a minha primeira vez nestas andanças de prémios. Desde já as minhas desculpas se isto não ficar devidamente correcto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ora bem, e as regras são:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Publicar o selo e indicar quem o enviou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Responder á pergunta "O que é para si a verdadeira Amizade??".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Repassar aos blogs que considera amigos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respondendo á questão que me foi colocada, eu diria que para mim a verdadeira Amizade é, alguém que me conhece tal como sou, que me acompanha nas minhas vitórias e nos meus fracassos, que partilha as minhas alegrias e tristezas e que jamais me julga pelos meus erros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Agora repassando aos blogs amigos:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://tentacao-liberal.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tentacao-liberal.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://opalacio.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://opalacio.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://laliscaonly.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://laliscaonly.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://helonuaecrua.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://helonuaecrua.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://soeueela.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://soeueela.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-1485763383222442661?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/1485763383222442661/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=1485763383222442661&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/1485763383222442661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/1485763383222442661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2009/11/premiada.html' title='Premiada'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/Sw0-QwJKBkI/AAAAAAAAA64/W7PmqXq4mD0/s72-c/amizade_award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-8975279887555935173</id><published>2009-11-24T18:11:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-24T18:17:35.452Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma Nova Amiga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SwwiLmiSE_I/AAAAAAAAA6o/NvEypp1w1dM/s1600/100percentAmiga3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407734835283366898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SwwiLmiSE_I/AAAAAAAAA6o/NvEypp1w1dM/s200/100percentAmiga3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estas coisas da Internet também servem para isso mesmo, fazer amigos e amigas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E agora, tenho a certeza de que encontrei uma nova Amiga muito especial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Obrigada a si pela sua compreenção e pela sua disponibilidade em me ouvir!&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/1110090609474911332-8975279887555935173?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/8975279887555935173/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=8975279887555935173&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/8975279887555935173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/8975279887555935173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2009/11/uma-nova-amiga.html' title='Uma Nova Amiga'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SwwiLmiSE_I/AAAAAAAAA6o/NvEypp1w1dM/s72-c/100percentAmiga3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-8193931303647238709</id><published>2009-11-21T12:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-21T12:56:32.660Z</updated><title type='text'>Repouso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/Swfi6RHFZcI/AAAAAAAAA4A/NJHoOrYZDgU/s1600/repouso_na_cama_drawing1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406539368334976450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/Swfi6RHFZcI/AAAAAAAAA4A/NJHoOrYZDgU/s200/repouso_na_cama_drawing1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tudo correu bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agora só tenho de repousar uns dias porque ainda tenho o braço dorido e inchado, mas penso que na Segunda-Feira já posso começar a fazer a minha vida nas normalidades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ahhh!! Obrigada pelos vossos e-mails!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-8193931303647238709?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/8193931303647238709/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=8193931303647238709&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/8193931303647238709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/8193931303647238709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2009/11/repouso.html' title='Repouso'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/Swfi6RHFZcI/AAAAAAAAA4A/NJHoOrYZDgU/s72-c/repouso_na_cama_drawing1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-7769528725921636122</id><published>2009-11-18T15:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-18T15:33:42.146Z</updated><title type='text'>Análises Clinicas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SwQRcOsGgeI/AAAAAAAAA34/8hrOD-j7vCU/s1600/analises.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 68px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405464629428519394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SwQRcOsGgeI/AAAAAAAAA34/8hrOD-j7vCU/s200/analises.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje fui fazer as restantes análises que faltavam para o dia de amanhã. Já ficam prontas ao final da tarde de hoje, mas como amanhã vou para o Centro de Saúde que fica lá mesmo do lado, vou buscá-las amanhã de manhã antes de ir á consulta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Confesso que os nervos já começam a tomar conta de mim, até porque vou sózinha, como já esperava o Rui não vai poder acompanhar-me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sei que é um procedimento simples com anestesia local aquilo que vou fazer, mas mesmo assim estou em pânico. Gosto muito pouco de médicos e só lá vou mesmo nos limites das coisas. Os casos que se ouvem por ai também não dá para uma pessoa se sentir segura. Não sou daquelas que pensa que só acontece aos outros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se Deus quizer, será uma intervenção simples sem efeitos secundários e para os próximos tempos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-7769528725921636122?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/7769528725921636122/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=7769528725921636122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/7769528725921636122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/7769528725921636122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2009/11/analises-clinicas.html' title='Análises Clinicas'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SwQRcOsGgeI/AAAAAAAAA34/8hrOD-j7vCU/s72-c/analises.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-2959852003926087136</id><published>2009-11-17T15:04:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-17T15:23:34.953Z</updated><title type='text'>Não Sei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SwK7m5C3qMI/AAAAAAAAA3w/1j4mrqASl94/s1600/sf3kh4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 193px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405088779620296898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SwK7m5C3qMI/AAAAAAAAA3w/1j4mrqASl94/s200/sf3kh4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje o Rui foi trabalhar mais tarde, estivemos na cama a namorar um bocadinho mas, ao olhar para ele e para mim ali deu-me vontade de chorar. Porquê?? Não sei!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Olho á minha volta e não sinto vontade de acordar de manhã, eu sei que tenho os meus filhos, mas agora falo apenas como MULHER que sou. Sou uma MULHER com vontades, pensamentos, desejos, enfim ... Penso que me tenho esquecido disso mesmo, é que antes de ser qualquer coisa eu sou uma MULHER!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E esta MULHER sente falta da sua Paixão, daquela Paixão que um dia me mostra uma coisa e no dia a seguir outra completamente diferente. Eu sei que temos maneiras diferentes de amar, isto se ele ainda me amar, mas ás vezes não consigo compreender, eu tento, mas ás vezes não consigo mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sei que neste momento estás ocupado com o teu projecto, e sei que tal como ontem disseste, não te metes nas coisas para perder, mas no meio de tudo isso, onde fico eu?? Quero-te bem assim como eu sei que também tu me queres bem, mas e o resto?? A Paixão, o desejo, a tesão, o amor, morreram?? Não entendo porque não vens ter comigo, e não me digas que não tens tempo, porque essa já é velha, aliás, será que não vens porque já não há interesse, ou porque tens medo daquilo que possas sentir ali diante de mim??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pois, não sei!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-2959852003926087136?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/2959852003926087136/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=2959852003926087136&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/2959852003926087136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/2959852003926087136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2009/11/nao-sei.html' title='Não Sei'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SwK7m5C3qMI/AAAAAAAAA3w/1j4mrqASl94/s72-c/sf3kh4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-6237312585470785566</id><published>2009-11-16T16:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-16T16:52:36.540Z</updated><title type='text'>Domingo Atribulado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SwF9v7AUCDI/AAAAAAAAA3o/BxYujyXN-LM/s1600/domingo-recados-para-orkut9.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 139px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404739290067634226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SwF9v7AUCDI/AAAAAAAAA3o/BxYujyXN-LM/s200/domingo-recados-para-orkut9.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este domingo fomos até á "terreola", á nossa quinta buscar uns produtos horticolas que os meus pais costumam semear, como sempre eles passam lá os fins de semana, e aquilo acaba por ser um divertimento para os putos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Até aqui nada de extraordinário, um domingo como outro qualquer numa familia qualquer, mas, á hora de almoço que era arroz de cabidela, o Rui arranja o comer aos putos, e a nina quando pôe a primeira garfada na boca, fica-me com um osso entalado na garganta. Como calculam foram ali uns minutos de pleno desespero porque a miúda começa a puxar os vómitos para que o osso saia e só sai é sangue, depois é o começo da falta de ar, e quando arrancamos para o hospital ela de tanto puxar os vómitos consegue deitar o osso cá para fora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois da cena só dizia "Ai minha rica filha" parecia mesmo a Cinha Jardim loll!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ela escusado será dizer que já não quiz comer o comer, o almoço dela foi pão e sumo de maçã, á noite e porque ficámos assustados com ela deixámos que ela escolhesse o jantar, óbviamente fomos todos jantar ao Macdonald´s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas felizmente, apesar de ter a garganta um pouco magoada, está bem. E isso é o principal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas vocês acreditam que ainda estou, nem sei explicar, mas que estou estou!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-6237312585470785566?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/6237312585470785566/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=6237312585470785566&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/6237312585470785566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/6237312585470785566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2009/11/domingo-atribulado.html' title='Domingo Atribulado'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SwF9v7AUCDI/AAAAAAAAA3o/BxYujyXN-LM/s72-c/domingo-recados-para-orkut9.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-2326035549705101924</id><published>2009-11-15T02:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-15T02:26:28.729Z</updated><title type='text'>Diferentes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/Sv9lpXFnu7I/AAAAAAAAA3g/bf7jtzaZQ7w/s1600-h/1853809_91fd37a234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404149839114517426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/Sv9lpXFnu7I/AAAAAAAAA3g/bf7jtzaZQ7w/s200/1853809_91fd37a234.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acho que as coisas estão diferentes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acho que tu Paixão, estás diferente para comigo. Eu continuo a amar-te e a querer-te, mas não sei se tu continuarás a sentir o mesmo por mim. Sei que tens a tua forma de amar, mas tens-me feito pensar. Não estarei eu a fazer figura de parva?? Não sei, talvez sim, talvez não, o tempo dirá!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-2326035549705101924?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/2326035549705101924/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=2326035549705101924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/2326035549705101924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/2326035549705101924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2009/11/diferentes.html' title='Diferentes'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/Sv9lpXFnu7I/AAAAAAAAA3g/bf7jtzaZQ7w/s72-c/1853809_91fd37a234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-2014780805296847350</id><published>2009-11-12T00:25:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-12T00:26:27.403Z</updated><title type='text'>Voltei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SvtWD3_yZVI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/2wfAoHwf1MM/s1600-h/voltei_arte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403006802532132178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SvtWD3_yZVI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/2wfAoHwf1MM/s200/voltei_arte.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estou de volta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-2014780805296847350?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/2014780805296847350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=2014780805296847350&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/2014780805296847350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/2014780805296847350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2009/11/voltei.html' title='Voltei'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SvtWD3_yZVI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/2wfAoHwf1MM/s72-c/voltei_arte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-6943734198085501225</id><published>2009-11-06T19:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-06T19:53:52.002Z</updated><title type='text'>Agora Eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SvR-fz2MKyI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/EFdGSMj0zIQ/s1600-h/gripe_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 143px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401080938082609954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SvR-fz2MKyI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/EFdGSMj0zIQ/s200/gripe_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E como não podia deixar de ser, agora calhou-me a mim!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Meus amigos e amigas deixo-vos com um até já.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-6943734198085501225?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/6943734198085501225/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=6943734198085501225&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/6943734198085501225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/6943734198085501225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2009/11/agora-eu.html' title='Agora Eu'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SvR-fz2MKyI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/EFdGSMj0zIQ/s72-c/gripe_a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-4023916527718220041</id><published>2009-11-05T21:54:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:06:48.484Z</updated><title type='text'>Gripe A</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SvNJvGEe2TI/AAAAAAAAA3I/VzNJHQD4TYQ/s1600-h/gripea1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400741451579447602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SvNJvGEe2TI/AAAAAAAAA3I/VzNJHQD4TYQ/s200/gripea1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É certo e sabido que ela anda por aí, e tanto que anda que já entrou na minha casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tenho a minha nina e o Rui doentes com a gripe A. Ela apesar da febre está bem, ele tem uma infecção nos pulmões.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por isso, amigos e amigas, sou bem capaz de andar uns dias ausente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu ainda não tenho sintomas mas ... ainda não estou livre de a apanhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sempre que puder vou dando noticias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Até já!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-4023916527718220041?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/4023916527718220041/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=4023916527718220041&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/4023916527718220041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/4023916527718220041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2009/11/gripe.html' title='Gripe A'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SvNJvGEe2TI/AAAAAAAAA3I/VzNJHQD4TYQ/s72-c/gripea1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-8263537018005998804</id><published>2009-11-04T23:57:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-05T00:05:22.834Z</updated><title type='text'>Eu Não Dizia??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SvIVDk5LgEI/AAAAAAAAA3A/Y_uvUefmVUc/s1600-h/sexo+fruta+tarada+image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 143px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400402054357942338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SvIVDk5LgEI/AAAAAAAAA3A/Y_uvUefmVUc/s200/sexo+fruta+tarada+image001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pois é!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As pessoas pensam que é fácil mentir, mas não é! Para se mentir é preciso agir em comformidade, e eu sou muito atenta a essas coisas. Afinal de contas estão a lidar com uma especialista na matéria!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cada vez mais tenho a certeza de que ainda muita água vai correr debaixo da ponte, e que me vão atirar á água para vêr se eu me afogo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-8263537018005998804?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/8263537018005998804/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=8263537018005998804&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/8263537018005998804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/8263537018005998804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2009/11/eu-nao-dizia.html' title='Eu Não Dizia??'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SvIVDk5LgEI/AAAAAAAAA3A/Y_uvUefmVUc/s72-c/sexo+fruta+tarada+image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-370816771349941954</id><published>2009-11-03T16:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-03T16:13:10.763Z</updated><title type='text'>Emoções Fortes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SvBV8Gv24bI/AAAAAAAAA24/P_rnf_-9Vno/s1600-h/htgopt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399910444309078450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SvBV8Gv24bI/AAAAAAAAA24/P_rnf_-9Vno/s200/htgopt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Avizinham-se emoções fortes, eu diria mesmo que uma tempestade. Não?? Sim?? Vamos vêr!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-370816771349941954?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/370816771349941954/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=370816771349941954&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/370816771349941954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/370816771349941954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2009/11/emocoes-fortes.html' title='Emoções Fortes'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SvBV8Gv24bI/AAAAAAAAA24/P_rnf_-9Vno/s72-c/htgopt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-7454961206714727221</id><published>2009-10-31T15:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-10-31T15:41:50.379Z</updated><title type='text'>Ironia!!??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tm249Zbv42Y&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tm249Zbv42Y&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Eu gostava ... de passar um "Sweet November" ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-7454961206714727221?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/7454961206714727221/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=7454961206714727221&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/7454961206714727221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/7454961206714727221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2009/10/ironia.html' title='Ironia!!??'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-719315853894819623</id><published>2009-10-30T14:36:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-10-30T15:03:25.219Z</updated><title type='text'>Verdade Sim Senhora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/Sur6s7QMK8I/AAAAAAAAA2w/VGCNiLLVA-4/s1600-h/verdade-mentira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398402753083747266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/Sur6s7QMK8I/AAAAAAAAA2w/VGCNiLLVA-4/s200/verdade-mentira.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como vocês sabem a vida é feita de vários acontecimentos, e por esses mesmos acontecimentos não escrevi aqui como correu a minha ida á médica. Mas a pedido de várias familias, (obrigada pelos mails!), digo-vos que correu tudo bem. Ainda tenho um exame para fazer mas só dia 18 de Novembro. Até lá é controlar a ansiedade pelo dia 19, que é quando esta maratona de médicos penso que termina. Confesso que ando nervosa mas estou determinada a levar isto até ao fim, como diz a minha médica é agora quase nos 30 que começo a ter juizo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Antes tarde que nunca não é verdade??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-719315853894819623?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/719315853894819623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=719315853894819623&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/719315853894819623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/719315853894819623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2009/10/verdade-sim-senhora.html' title='Verdade Sim Senhora'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/Sur6s7QMK8I/AAAAAAAAA2w/VGCNiLLVA-4/s72-c/verdade-mentira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-1648460023826407230</id><published>2009-10-29T12:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-10-29T12:02:59.874Z</updated><title type='text'>Fast Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SumEROeAbnI/AAAAAAAAA2o/5khnWoa3n3M/s1600-h/hojee9quintafeira5877fo5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397991059856846450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SumEROeAbnI/AAAAAAAAA2o/5khnWoa3n3M/s200/hojee9quintafeira5877fo5.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pode alguém carregar na tecla do comando do tempo e mandar esta quinta-feira avançar depressa??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-1648460023826407230?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/1648460023826407230/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=1648460023826407230&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/1648460023826407230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/1648460023826407230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2009/10/fast-forward.html' title='Fast Forward'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/SumEROeAbnI/AAAAAAAAA2o/5khnWoa3n3M/s72-c/hojee9quintafeira5877fo5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1110090609474911332.post-6412020709227523439</id><published>2009-10-29T02:36:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-10-29T02:47:21.631Z</updated><title type='text'>Medo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/Suj_19up4mI/AAAAAAAAA2g/Bo8LzJhLfUM/s1600-h/medo-de-amigos1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397845455971934818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/Suj_19up4mI/AAAAAAAAA2g/Bo8LzJhLfUM/s200/medo-de-amigos1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;São quase 3 da manhã e ainda não me deitei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tenho inventado coisas para fazer para adiar o inevitável.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje, tenho medo de fechar os olhos ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1110090609474911332-6412020709227523439?l=diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/feeds/6412020709227523439/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1110090609474911332&amp;postID=6412020709227523439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/6412020709227523439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1110090609474911332/posts/default/6412020709227523439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeumamulhercasadaquetemumamante.blogspot.com/2009/10/medo.html' title='Medo'/><author><name>Princesa Da Noite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06192043750823959223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/S__ZKcuHMMI/AAAAAAAABH8/edK6YsfXs2A/S220/gothicgirls7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FSgJQk26PaI/Suj_19up4mI/AAAAAAAAA2g/Bo8LzJhLfUM/s72-c/medo-de-amigos1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
