<?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-6118008781847428166</id><updated>2011-07-08T12:20:47.178+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Own Buttons</title><subtitle type='html'>Who'd have thought that I'd dream
Of a single tragic scene</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvedember.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6118008781847428166/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvedember.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Someone, No One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787290457556675465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118008781847428166.post-512988089435091615</id><published>2010-06-02T02:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T03:02:06.471+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Te Amo by Rihanna</title><content type='html'>http://blog.fjgirls.com/2010/05/29/rihanna-new-single-te-amo-official-video-and-verdict/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ver nesse site senão dá como video removed e no youtube parece impossivel encontrar esta versão (a realmente oficial) do clip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she says: Te amo&lt;br /&gt;Then she put her hand around my waist&lt;br /&gt;I told her no,&lt;br /&gt;She cries: Te amo&lt;br /&gt;I told her I'm not gonna run away but let me go&lt;br /&gt;My soul is crying, without asking why&lt;br /&gt;I said: Te amo&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't somebody tell me what she said&lt;br /&gt;Don't it mean I love you?&lt;br /&gt;Think it means I love you&lt;br /&gt;Don't it mean I love you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro a música mas apôs horas a ajudar o senhor d'Ó a ensaiar já estou assim um pouquinho enjoada. =S =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6118008781847428166-512988089435091615?l=dissolvedember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvedember.blogspot.com/feeds/512988089435091615/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6118008781847428166&amp;postID=512988089435091615&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6118008781847428166/posts/default/512988089435091615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6118008781847428166/posts/default/512988089435091615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvedember.blogspot.com/2010/06/te-amo-by-rihanna.html' title='Te Amo by Rihanna'/><author><name>Someone, No One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787290457556675465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118008781847428166.post-3428949581813514925</id><published>2010-06-01T21:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T21:29:45.298+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Veronicas Flavour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77LYj6Bkry0/TAVtqtjgr-I/AAAAAAAAAn0/w0yfWnePUFs/s1600/The%2BVeronicas%2B3308426621_1e74f3529b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77LYj6Bkry0/TAVtqtjgr-I/AAAAAAAAAn0/w0yfWnePUFs/s320/The%2BVeronicas%2B3308426621_1e74f3529b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477905102316548066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tom: So what's your flavour? What is The Veronicas flavour?&lt;br /&gt;Lisa: It's, uhm, rock-pop electrooo... ehm... mix in with amazing!&lt;br /&gt;Jess: Like... if you melt a barbie in a pool of black nail polish and sprinkle it with glitter and then maybe put some spit on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;explicação bastante gráfica e pormenorizada XD&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/6118008781847428166-3428949581813514925?l=dissolvedember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvedember.blogspot.com/feeds/3428949581813514925/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6118008781847428166&amp;postID=3428949581813514925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6118008781847428166/posts/default/3428949581813514925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6118008781847428166/posts/default/3428949581813514925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvedember.blogspot.com/2010/06/veronicas-flavour.html' title='The Veronicas Flavour'/><author><name>Someone, No One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787290457556675465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77LYj6Bkry0/TAVtqtjgr-I/AAAAAAAAAn0/w0yfWnePUFs/s72-c/The%2BVeronicas%2B3308426621_1e74f3529b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118008781847428166.post-2424692603923840877</id><published>2010-03-19T23:43:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:46:18.831Z</updated><title type='text'>Skins 4 ='(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77LYj6Bkry0/S6QMgcG2aUI/AAAAAAAAAms/AZQQLHi4odQ/s1600-h/6720A1BC-5135-49C5-8E67-EA5ADED90FCB_extra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77LYj6Bkry0/S6QMgcG2aUI/AAAAAAAAAms/AZQQLHi4odQ/s320/6720A1BC-5135-49C5-8E67-EA5ADED90FCB_extra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450495200465414466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;São 23h43 e a minha vida acabou neste momento *drama* *choro compulsivo*&lt;br /&gt;Adeus Emily! Adeus Naomi! Adeus Effy! Adeus Pandora! Adeus Katie! Adeus JJ! Adeus Freddie! Adeus Thomas! E Adeus Cook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=''( &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nãoooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6118008781847428166-2424692603923840877?l=dissolvedember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvedember.blogspot.com/feeds/2424692603923840877/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6118008781847428166&amp;postID=2424692603923840877&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6118008781847428166/posts/default/2424692603923840877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6118008781847428166/posts/default/2424692603923840877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvedember.blogspot.com/2010/03/skins-4.html' title='Skins 4 =&apos;('/><author><name>Someone, No One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787290457556675465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77LYj6Bkry0/S6QMgcG2aUI/AAAAAAAAAms/AZQQLHi4odQ/s72-c/6720A1BC-5135-49C5-8E67-EA5ADED90FCB_extra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118008781847428166.post-6037017820170920596</id><published>2010-03-14T21:57:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:16:51.365Z</updated><title type='text'>Best Spoiler EVER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77LYj6Bkry0/S51gEkQ_mEI/AAAAAAAAAmU/223ol-9FCbk/s1600-h/vfl195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77LYj6Bkry0/S51gEkQ_mEI/AAAAAAAAAmU/223ol-9FCbk/s320/vfl195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448616755758864450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*Naomi de frente para Emily, e Katie ao seu lado*&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - I love you from the first time I saw you. I think I was twelve. It took me three years to plant of the corage to speak to you, and I was so scare for the way I felt... you know... loving a girl. So I learn how to became a sarcastic bitch just to make me feel normal. I screw guys to make you go away, but it didn't work. When we got together it scare the shit out of me... 'cause you were the one person who could ruin my life. I puched you away, I made you think things were awful but really honest I'm just afraid of pain. I screw that girl Sophia to kinda despite you for having that power on me, and I'm a totally fucking coward 'cause I got... this! Thist tickets to go for us three months ago. But I can't stand... I didn't want to be a slave to the way I feel about you. Can you understand? You were trying to punish me back and it's horrable. It's so horrable... because... really, I die for you. I love you! I love you so much, and it's killing me!&lt;br /&gt;*Emily chora e olha para Katie. Depois olha de novo para Naomi e... BEIJA-A!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*.* ^^ *.* ^^ (L)(L)(L)(L)(L)Naomily(L)(L)(L)(L)(L) ^^ *.* ^^ *.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6118008781847428166-6037017820170920596?l=dissolvedember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvedember.blogspot.com/feeds/6037017820170920596/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6118008781847428166&amp;postID=6037017820170920596&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6118008781847428166/posts/default/6037017820170920596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6118008781847428166/posts/default/6037017820170920596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvedember.blogspot.com/2010/03/best-spoiler-ever.html' title='Best Spoiler EVER!!!'/><author><name>Someone, No One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787290457556675465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77LYj6Bkry0/S51gEkQ_mEI/AAAAAAAAAmU/223ol-9FCbk/s72-c/vfl195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118008781847428166.post-6889138237152186958</id><published>2010-02-09T19:00:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-03-23T00:08:18.829Z</updated><title type='text'>Skins 3 Season Best Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77LYj6Bkry0/S3HaK3_nMBI/AAAAAAAAAl8/cpvcpm1HR74/s1600-h/Skins___Season_3___Wood_Wallp__by_Abu_Dun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77LYj6Bkry0/S3HaK3_nMBI/AAAAAAAAAl8/cpvcpm1HR74/s320/Skins___Season_3___Wood_Wallp__by_Abu_Dun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436366105577205778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1º Episodio - Everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Effy e Pandora no corredor da escola*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effy - It's inexplicable Pandora.&lt;br /&gt;Pandora - Yeah, inexplicable. What's inexplicable means Eff?&lt;br /&gt;Effy - Can't explain.&lt;br /&gt;Pandora &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*aborrecida, sem perceber*&lt;/span&gt; - Alright, suit yourself then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Pandora para Emily e Katie antes de ir para a sua aula*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pandora - Hi! I'm Pandora. I'm useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effy - So... you're the doormat?&lt;br /&gt;Emily - Short of.&lt;br /&gt;Effy - Interesting... that you just put up with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Katie, Emily, Naomi e Effy a apresentarem-se na aula de Keiran*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie - I'm Katie. I've never not had a boyfriend since I was seven.&lt;br /&gt;Keiran - Congradulations. You?!&lt;br /&gt;Emily - I'm Emily. I've never had a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Keiran - Shit happens. You?!... What about you, with the bling?!&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - I'm Noami. I hate injustice... people tell lies about me.&lt;br /&gt;Effy - I'm Effy, and I think my mum's having an affair.&lt;br /&gt;Keiran - Good one. Shows enterprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3º Episode - Thomas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Thomas esbarra com Emily na discoteca em que estão a ajuda-lo*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas - Which are you?&lt;br /&gt;Emily - Gay! I mean Emily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4º Episodio - Pandora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Pandora e Effy sentadas à beira rio*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effy - Pandora, why are we friends? Do you ever wonder?&lt;br /&gt;Pandora - Well, that's super easy. You're my friend coz you're the coolest ever. And I'm yours coz I'd totally do anything you say, and none of your boyfriends ever wanna surf me coz I'm useless.&lt;br /&gt;Effy - And that's it?&lt;br /&gt;Pandora - Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Pandora abre a porta de casa a Effy e Katie*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pandora - Come on! We can do brownies and then lick our bowls out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Pandora entra em casa e deixa a porta aberta*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie - Do you think she knows she sounds filthy half the time?&lt;br /&gt;Effy - Sometimes I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Naomi volta para a sala com bebidas e encontra Emily. Naomi pergunta a Emily que bebida prefere*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily - Anything. Just give me a fucking... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*olha para os lábios de Naomi*&lt;/span&gt; Just give me a... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*beija-a*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - Oh... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*surpreendida*&lt;/span&gt; It's only the drugs right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Emily abana a cabeça em sinal afirmativo. Beijam-se de novo*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily - You like that?&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - You're gay!&lt;br /&gt;Emily &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*suspira*&lt;/span&gt; - Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Effy à porta da casa de banho da Pandora com esta trancada lá dentro a chorar chateada com ela*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effy - When do I get to be upset? When do I get to be anything other than me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5º Episodio -Freddie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Cook, Freddie, JJ e Effy dentro do barracão do jardim do Freddie*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook - Maybe you didn't get it. I said "You're coming with me Effy? You soon will be."&lt;br /&gt;Effy - I got it. Freddie and JJ got it. That termite over there got it. But you're not going to get it. Got it?&lt;br /&gt;Cook - No, I'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*O grupo na aula de literatura da Josie. Naomi fala sobre Hamlet*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - Hamlet's basically a teenage boy. He's got all these desires, but he doesn't have the bottle to do reach out for them. So, he goes mad, and wanks off about Ophelia, and ends up so boring somebody has to kill him!&lt;br /&gt;Josie - I'm not sure that's right. There's no wanking in Hamlet.&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - Yeah there is. Loads. Only they call it "soliloquising".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Freddie na casa de Effy. Ambos sentados no sofá a ouvir os pais de Effy a discutir*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freddie - We'd be good together. Don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;Effy - No!&lt;br /&gt;Freddie - Why?&lt;br /&gt;Effy - Because I'll break your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Freddie - Maybe I'll break yours.&lt;br /&gt;Effy - Nobody breaks my heart and anyway, why would I want that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*JJ e Cook juntos*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ - You know what Naomi is backwords? I moan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6º Episodio - Naomi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Naomi a falar com o Cook*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - You couldn't make me feel alright if you stapled your tongue to my clit and stood on a cement mixer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Emily a tentar convencer Naomi a concorrer para presidente da associação de estudantes pois ela está sempre a falar de alguma coisa*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - Emily! We've had about three conversations our entire lives, so the idea that you know I'm always talking about anything is a bit ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Emily depois de falar com Naomi no seu quarto vai embora. Volta a entrar*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily - Just so you know, the first thing I think when I see you is not "I want to fuck that girl".&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - No, ahm...&lt;br /&gt;Emily - We've kissed twice. It was nice. But it's also nice just being with you. When you're not being a prick that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Emily e Naomi a beber no chão do seu quarto*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - What do lesbians do?... I mean in bed.&lt;br /&gt;Emily - I know what you mean! What do I know?&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - You mean, you never?&lt;br /&gt;Emily - No I never.&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - I mean... is it all (wtvr) and strap-on's?&lt;br /&gt;Emily - No! I don't know. We just... do what we do to ourselves. I mean to each other. Probably a bit more agressevilly and with... you know... oils and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Ambas riem*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - Oils hey?!&lt;br /&gt;Emily - Yeah, and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Naomi liga a Emily*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - Can we go somewhere? Anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Naomi e Emily no meio de uma floresta em frente a um rio*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - It's lovely. It's a lovely place.&lt;br /&gt;Emily - It's one of my favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Emily começa a tirar a roupa*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - I didn't bring a swim custume.&lt;br /&gt;Emily - Neither did I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Naomi fica a olhar para Emily ainda a despir-se*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily - The sun ain't shine forever.&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - Somebody might be looking.&lt;br /&gt;Emily - Honey, your body ain't that special.&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - Don't look ok?&lt;br /&gt;Emily - Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Emily volta-se de costas e Naomi despe-se. Emily volta-se antes de Naomi acabar. Naomi olha para ela. Começa a rir-se*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - I said "Don't look".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Naomi bate em Emily na brincadeira*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily - I wasn't looking.&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - You were looking. You little pervert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Emily e Naomi de noite sentadas à frente de uma fogueira a beber e a fumar*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - You're right Em?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Emily olha para Naomi mas não responde*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - Hello. Hellooooo. Def or what?&lt;br /&gt;Emily -You know that's the first time you ask me something?&lt;br /&gt;Noami - What today?&lt;br /&gt;Emily - Ever!&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - Well, asnwer then. You're right?&lt;br /&gt;Emily - No! I'm on the worse time of my life. The weather is shit. The company even worse.&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Emily acorda e Naomi esta a ir-se embora*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily - Twice! You're gonna do this to me twice?! Naomi, no. You fucking stop right now. Don't you dare to leave me in your bed again.&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - I've got to go.&lt;br /&gt;Emily &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*enquanto a Naomi se afasta*&lt;/span&gt; - I know you. I know you Naomi! I know you're a lonely. I think you need someone to want you. Well... I do want you... so, be brave... want me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Naomi e Emily sentadas à porta da casa de Emily. Emily dentro de casa e Naomi fora.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - I do need someone. You're right.&lt;br /&gt;Emily - And?&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - And... When I'm with you I feel like I'm a better person. I feel happier. Less alone. Less lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Emily mete a mão pela porta do gato e agarra a mão da Naomi*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - Is not simple as that is it? Being with someone.&lt;br /&gt;Emily - Isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - No. I mean, I don't know. I mean, I don't think so. I mean...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*começa a chorar*&lt;/span&gt; Can't we just sit like this? For a bit?&lt;br /&gt;Emily -Yeah, we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7º Episodio - JJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Emily e JJ encontram-se no psicologo. Emily confessa-se a JJ*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily - I want to have sex with girls.&lt;br /&gt;JJ - Right.&lt;br /&gt;Emily - Yeah. I like girls. I like sex with girls. I like their rosey lips, their hard nipples, bums, soft things. I like tits and fanny, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*JJ desmaia*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Emily e JJ num jardim a conversar*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily - You know J, all those things you want. You don't ask for them. Why don't you ask?&lt;br /&gt;JJ - Can I see your breasts again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*JJ e Emily vão à casa de Freddie. Karen abre a porta meio confusa mas percebe logo o que se passa e vai atrás dos dois. Freddie diz que não pode falar com JJ mas este abre a porta do seu quarto mais Emily. Katie encontra-se nua em cima de Freddie*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen - Now... does everybody know each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*JJ vai à casa de Effy e a meio da conversa diz que sem os compridos diz a verdade e é dificil dizer a verdade. Effy pede-lhe que diga uma verdade*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effy - Come on, JJ. Don't be pathetic, it's easy. Just tell me something true. Tell me. Tell me now.&lt;br /&gt;JJ - I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Effy - Well, everybody loves me.&lt;br /&gt;JJ - That's a relief.&lt;br /&gt;Effy - With the possible exception for dear mum and dad. They don't love me so much.&lt;br /&gt;JJ - Why?&lt;br /&gt;Effy - Coz I don't let them fuck up their lifes in peace, so I'm being a total bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Naomi encontra Effy à entrada de uma discoteca*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effy - No Emily? Truth.&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - That obvious?&lt;br /&gt;Effy - You don't have to be a genious to work it out. So?&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - So, I'm straight.&lt;br /&gt;Effy - Sure?&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - If I said no, would I regret it?&lt;br /&gt;Effy - Probably. But not because of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9º Episodio - Katie e Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Katie está em casa negra da porrada com a Effy. Emily finge ser Katie e vai fazer-lhe o exame de história. JJ passa-lhe um bilhete a dizer que sabe que ela é a Emily. Emily faz o exame e vai ao cacifo de Katie. Naomi aparece*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - Nice job. *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mete o dedo na maquilhagem de Emily*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily - Stop it, it took fucking ages.&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - Oh well, I wish I had someone to pass my exams for me.&lt;br /&gt;Emily - Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - I hope your finishing the job and dump Freddie for her as well.&lt;br /&gt;Emily - That's over. Katie knows it.&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - Yeah. It was an eventful barbecue. A saltrie mix makes a party take such a swing.&lt;br /&gt;Emily - Is not funny. Effy hurt her.&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - Like I said. It was eventful. You sould dress that more often.&lt;br /&gt;Emily - It's Katie's.&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - Yeah, you look nice. From the neck down... I think I'm going away for the summer. Staying in Cyprus perhaps. By myself. Staying sometime by myself, you know? Do something by... myself.&lt;br /&gt;Emily - About what?&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - Let's just be friends ok?&lt;br /&gt;Emily - We said that, didn't we?&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - Yeah. Have a good summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Naomi começa a afastar-se*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily - I'll miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Naomi volta-se e olha para Emily. Dirige-se para ela e beija-a contra os cacifos*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naomi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*enquanto beija Emily*&lt;/span&gt; - I can't stand this. I can't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*No quarto de Naomi, Emily diz que quer contar às pessoas sobre elas e pede a Naomi para ir ao baile com ela. Naomi diz que não quer, que não tem certezas como Emily. Emily levanta-se e começa a vestir-se*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - Don't do that.&lt;br /&gt;Emily - No! You don't do that. I'm not your fucking experiment. Where are my fucking shoes? Oh my fucking shoes. Oh fuck it, keep them. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*olha para Naomi*&lt;/span&gt; I'm tired. I'm sick and tired of it. Still holding hand through a cat flap aren't we? Have fun in Cyprus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Thomas encontra Emily numa paragem de autocarros descalça e dá-lhe os seus sapatos. Emily chora.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily - What do you do if someone you love lets you down? Really fucks you over.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas - You must try to stop loving them.&lt;br /&gt;Emily - And, is that possible?&lt;br /&gt;Thomas - No. I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Emily e Katie no seu quarto depois de Emily dizer à familia que tem feito sexo com Naomi*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie - You're not gay. You're just stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Emily - Right. I'm stupid. I'm stupid because I don't let anyone fuck me when they're in love with somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;Katie - No. What?&lt;br /&gt;Emily - You let Freddie use you and look what it's got you. That's a normal relationship isn't it? She fucked you up good didn't she? At least no one hit me over the head with a rock. Loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Emily e Katie depois de andarem à porrada no meio do baile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily - Katie, I can't stand this. I'm a person. I'm not you.&lt;br /&gt;Katie - I know.&lt;br /&gt;Emily - You have to understand Katie, I love you and I'll never really leave you, but I can't fix this. I like girls. No. I like a girl. No. I love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*aponta para Naomi*&lt;/span&gt; her, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Pandora assiste a Emily e Naomi a irem embora triste. Thomas aparece atrás dela. Ela vira-se*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pandora - Please. Can we start again? I promise. I promise I'll never...&lt;br /&gt;Thomas - Hello, I'm Thomas. So glad to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Naomi e Emily a descerem a escadaria de fora da escola*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - Some party.&lt;br /&gt;Emily - Eventful.&lt;br /&gt;Naomi - Yeah... I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;Emily - I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10º Episodio - Final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Cook e Effy fogem e Cook leva-a para conhecer o seu pai. Effy e o pai de Cook falam*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effy - You're not his dad. Not really.&lt;br /&gt;Cook Senior - And you're not his girlfriend. Not really. You're gonna fucking snap that boy's heart in two.&lt;br /&gt;Effy - You've been doing it to him everyday of your life.&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/6118008781847428166-6889138237152186958?l=dissolvedember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvedember.blogspot.com/feeds/6889138237152186958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6118008781847428166&amp;postID=6889138237152186958&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6118008781847428166/posts/default/6889138237152186958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6118008781847428166/posts/default/6889138237152186958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvedember.blogspot.com/2010/02/skins-3-season-best-quotes.html' title='Skins 3 Season Best Quotes'/><author><name>Someone, No One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787290457556675465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77LYj6Bkry0/S3HaK3_nMBI/AAAAAAAAAl8/cpvcpm1HR74/s72-c/Skins___Season_3___Wood_Wallp__by_Abu_Dun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118008781847428166.post-4025442032424392953</id><published>2010-01-21T01:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-21T01:07:21.700Z</updated><title type='text'>Conversas de Aula</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77LYj6Bkry0/S1eoo-ZUfUI/AAAAAAAAAlM/uhOFGBTZkGI/s1600-h/img_2509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77LYj6Bkry0/S1eoo-ZUfUI/AAAAAAAAAlM/uhOFGBTZkGI/s320/img_2509.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428993297715854658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="entry"&gt;      &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nas aulas de Design de Produção fala-se de…:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEXO COM ÁRVORES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Porquê?&lt;br /&gt;Porque segundo o Rodrigo: “Lá nos esteites têm uns carinhas que têm orgasmos só tocando nas árvoris.”&lt;/p&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/6118008781847428166-4025442032424392953?l=dissolvedember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvedember.blogspot.com/feeds/4025442032424392953/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6118008781847428166&amp;postID=4025442032424392953&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6118008781847428166/posts/default/4025442032424392953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6118008781847428166/posts/default/4025442032424392953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvedember.blogspot.com/2010/01/conversas-de-aula.html' title='Conversas de Aula'/><author><name>Someone, No One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787290457556675465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77LYj6Bkry0/S1eoo-ZUfUI/AAAAAAAAAlM/uhOFGBTZkGI/s72-c/img_2509.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118008781847428166.post-3729410174281685009</id><published>2010-01-21T01:03:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-21T01:05:15.594Z</updated><title type='text'>Poor Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77LYj6Bkry0/S1eoL0njWMI/AAAAAAAAAlE/CAkfFNvzBuY/s1600-h/DSC08225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77LYj6Bkry0/S1eoL0njWMI/AAAAAAAAAlE/CAkfFNvzBuY/s320/DSC08225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428992796874987714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tenho uns tenis que dizem na sola:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Life blessed me with pain, death with relief!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;… de facto a vida dos meus tenis não é fácil… =X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6118008781847428166-3729410174281685009?l=dissolvedember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvedember.blogspot.com/feeds/3729410174281685009/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6118008781847428166&amp;postID=3729410174281685009&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6118008781847428166/posts/default/3729410174281685009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6118008781847428166/posts/default/3729410174281685009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvedember.blogspot.com/2010/01/poor-shoes.html' title='Poor Shoes'/><author><name>Someone, No One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787290457556675465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77LYj6Bkry0/S1eoL0njWMI/AAAAAAAAAlE/CAkfFNvzBuY/s72-c/DSC08225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118008781847428166.post-6376218524027497170</id><published>2010-01-15T20:14:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-01-15T20:24:35.309Z</updated><title type='text'>"O" Poema de Amor!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77LYj6Bkry0/S1DOvUiMinI/AAAAAAAAAk8/bOI88y3wpSg/s1600-h/love_poem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427064863342758514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77LYj6Bkry0/S1DOvUiMinI/AAAAAAAAAk8/bOI88y3wpSg/s320/love_poem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje eu e a Lili refugiamo-nos numa sala a fac para revermos a apresentação de história. Apôs três revisões decidimos relaxar um pouco e eu abri o meu novo livro, que contem 100 poemas de amor de 100 autores diferentes, e comecei a ler-lhe poemas ao calhas. Alguns estavam giros, outros simplesmente estupidos e outros... bem outros estavam assim:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O Bordel da Danaide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Minha puta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amo-te como quem caga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Empapa o cu na tempestade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rodeada de relâmpagos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É o raio que te fode&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;brada na noite um louco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;entesoado como um servo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ó morte o cervo sou eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;devorado pelos cães&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A morte ejacula em sangue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Georges Bataille-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best freaking love poem or what? XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6118008781847428166-6376218524027497170?l=dissolvedember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvedember.blogspot.com/feeds/6376218524027497170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6118008781847428166&amp;postID=6376218524027497170&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6118008781847428166/posts/default/6376218524027497170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6118008781847428166/posts/default/6376218524027497170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvedember.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-poema-de-amor.html' title='&quot;O&quot; Poema de Amor!!!'/><author><name>Someone, No One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787290457556675465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77LYj6Bkry0/S1DOvUiMinI/AAAAAAAAAk8/bOI88y3wpSg/s72-c/love_poem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118008781847428166.post-1837542290720899612</id><published>2010-01-03T02:26:00.011Z</published><updated>2010-01-03T02:52:49.476Z</updated><title type='text'>Digimons =')</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77LYj6Bkry0/S0ADFF7iR2I/AAAAAAAAAj8/SJZm3_EL7lI/s1600-h/200412219415750999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422337337380194146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77LYj6Bkry0/S0ADFF7iR2I/AAAAAAAAAj8/SJZm3_EL7lI/s320/200412219415750999.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Digimon)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Abertura (1st season):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Num dia de Verão começou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A aventura mais inesperada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Com os nossos setes heróis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No mundo dos digimons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lutando com muita bravura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Descobrindo muitos segredos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para poder salvar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Os nossos campeões&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E pelo mundo digital&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eles conhecem novos amigos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Combatendo todo o mal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Procurando seguir os seus destinos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Digimons monstros digitais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Digivoluiem uma vez mais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E nada os vai deter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;São os melhores amigos que tu podes ter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E com a Sora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Izzy e a Mimi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Joe, o Matt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O TK e o Tai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eles esperam por ti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os DIGIMONS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422338259250649346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77LYj6Bkry0/S0AD6wKlGQI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Rd2C9gj7s1g/s320/DigimonAdventure2-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Digimons 02) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Encerramento (1st season):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando o tempo parou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Senti-me longe de tudo, muito longe de mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas foi neste lugar que eu encontrei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Algo de novo, dentro de mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quanto estiveres só&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não tenhas medo de nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tens que procurar alguém que te ajude, e verás&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que então tudo será mais fácil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E com amigos caminharás&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Encontrarás força para lutar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E então no meio de todo o mal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Surgirão mil estrelas cobertas de luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando o tempo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Senti-me longe de tudo, muito longe de mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas encontrei-te então&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E a tristeza partiu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com a força que me dás&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enfrentarei o pior que a vida me der&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque sei que estarás sempre aqui ao meu lado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao pé de mim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Digimon e Digimon 02... embora o 02 já não tenha a potência do primeiro ainda foi bastante bom... *saudades*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6118008781847428166-1837542290720899612?l=dissolvedember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvedember.blogspot.com/feeds/1837542290720899612/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6118008781847428166&amp;postID=1837542290720899612&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6118008781847428166/posts/default/1837542290720899612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6118008781847428166/posts/default/1837542290720899612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvedember.blogspot.com/2010/01/digimons.html' title='Digimons =&apos;)'/><author><name>Someone, No One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787290457556675465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_77LYj6Bkry0/S0ADFF7iR2I/AAAAAAAAAj8/SJZm3_EL7lI/s72-c/200412219415750999.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118008781847428166.post-9041275442045003217</id><published>2009-10-24T00:57:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T01:06:55.920+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DOtEdhKOMgQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&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/DOtEdhKOMgQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Boys and girls of every age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Wouldn't you like to see something strange?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Come with us and you will see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;This, our town of Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is Halloween, this is Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pumpkins scream in the dead of night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is Halloween, everybody make a scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's our town, everybody scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In this town of Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I am the one hiding under your bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I am the one hiding under your stairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;This is Halloween, this is Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;In this town we call home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Everyone hail to the pumpkin song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In this town, don't we love it now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Everybody's waiting for the next surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Round that corner, man hiding in the trash can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Something's waiting now to pounce, and how you'll scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Scream! This is Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Red 'n' black, slimy green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aren't you scared?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, that's just fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Say it once, say it twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Take the chance and roll the dice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ride with the moon in the dead of night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Everybody scream, everybody scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In our town of Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am the clown with the tear-away face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here in a flash and gone without a trace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I am the "who" when you call, "Who's there?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I am the wind blowing through your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I am the shadow on the moon at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Filling your dreams to the brim with fright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;This is Halloween, this is Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Halloween! Halloween!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Tender lumplings everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Life's no fun without a good scare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That's our job, but we're not mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In our town of Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In this town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't we love it now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Everyone's waiting for the next surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Skeleton Jack might catch you in the back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And scream like a banshee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Make you jump out of your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is Halloween, everyone scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Won't ya please make way for a very special guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Our man Jack is king of the pumpkin patch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Everyone hail to the Pumpkin King now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is Halloween, this is Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In this town we call home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Everyone hail to the pumpkin song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;La la-la la, Halloween! Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(quero ver este filme contigo porque sei que não vais ficar chateada se eu acompanhar todas as músicas e falas em voz alta =P Iz &lt;3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6118008781847428166-9041275442045003217?l=dissolvedember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvedember.blogspot.com/feeds/9041275442045003217/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6118008781847428166&amp;postID=9041275442045003217&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6118008781847428166/posts/default/9041275442045003217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6118008781847428166/posts/default/9041275442045003217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvedember.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-halloween.html' title='This Is Halloween!'/><author><name>Someone, No One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787290457556675465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118008781847428166.post-1040012540784498857</id><published>2009-10-05T12:57:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T13:03:30.338+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Livros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77LYj6Bkry0/SsnghiaWUWI/AAAAAAAAAiM/REd2F6-GKjM/s1600-h/img_880_Livros.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77LYj6Bkry0/SsnghiaWUWI/AAAAAAAAAiM/REd2F6-GKjM/s320/img_880_Livros.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389085295903134050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Todas as pessoas são um livro. Estão entre-linhas e escondem mundos por trás de palavras futeis.&lt;br /&gt;Todas as pessoas têm capas em nada correspondentes ao que realmente está escrito dentro delas.&lt;br /&gt;Todas as pessoas, estes livros, ainda têm páginas em branco. Escrevem-se e riscam-se diariamente. Por vezes rasgam-se. Começam a desfazer-se, mas encontram-se sempre algum amante de livros, daquele em especial, disposto a pô-lo como novo.&lt;br /&gt;Algumas pessoas não sabem escrever. Algumas pessoas não sabem ler. Mas todas são livros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(por continuar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6118008781847428166-1040012540784498857?l=dissolvedember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvedember.blogspot.com/feeds/1040012540784498857/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6118008781847428166&amp;postID=1040012540784498857&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6118008781847428166/posts/default/1040012540784498857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6118008781847428166/posts/default/1040012540784498857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvedember.blogspot.com/2009/10/livros.html' title='Livros'/><author><name>Someone, No One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787290457556675465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77LYj6Bkry0/SsnghiaWUWI/AAAAAAAAAiM/REd2F6-GKjM/s72-c/img_880_Livros.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118008781847428166.post-9092017056875034553</id><published>2009-10-01T23:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:26:48.439+01:00</updated><title type='text'>(Sem Titulo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77LYj6Bkry0/SsUsdKAQs0I/AAAAAAAAAiE/HTsahpt1dpc/s1600-h/3442415695_0aba0daf3f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77LYj6Bkry0/SsUsdKAQs0I/AAAAAAAAAiE/HTsahpt1dpc/s320/3442415695_0aba0daf3f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387761408631944002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As musicas, os poemas, sensações, emoções que sempre imaginei existirem, descobri agora que realmente sempre existiram.&lt;br /&gt;Tento pô-las em mim o tempo inteiro enquanto me tento coser pela milésima vez. Tudo para no final me desfazer pela milésima vez.&lt;br /&gt;É então que olho para o espelho e digo a mim mesma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tu nunca aprendeste a coser!&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/6118008781847428166-9092017056875034553?l=dissolvedember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvedember.blogspot.com/feeds/9092017056875034553/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6118008781847428166&amp;postID=9092017056875034553&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6118008781847428166/posts/default/9092017056875034553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6118008781847428166/posts/default/9092017056875034553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvedember.blogspot.com/2009/10/sem-titulo.html' title='(Sem Titulo)'/><author><name>Someone, No One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787290457556675465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77LYj6Bkry0/SsUsdKAQs0I/AAAAAAAAAiE/HTsahpt1dpc/s72-c/3442415695_0aba0daf3f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118008781847428166.post-1598989198549598815</id><published>2009-08-20T04:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T04:59:06.057+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Programas de Madrugada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/play?file=http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/oZG7UC7Bt3NpNroWIAuJ/mov/1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epa a Mena rula completamente!!! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6118008781847428166-1598989198549598815?l=dissolvedember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvedember.blogspot.com/feeds/1598989198549598815/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6118008781847428166&amp;postID=1598989198549598815&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6118008781847428166/posts/default/1598989198549598815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6118008781847428166/posts/default/1598989198549598815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvedember.blogspot.com/2009/08/programas-de-madrugada.html' title='Programas de Madrugada'/><author><name>Someone, No One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787290457556675465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118008781847428166.post-3905161479626495609</id><published>2009-08-16T20:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T20:12:34.834+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Consultório Sentimental</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/play?file=http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/e324B28Hhjjqq6L329Eg/mov/1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei qual das pessoas referidas me assusta mais, sinceramente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6118008781847428166-3905161479626495609?l=dissolvedember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvedember.blogspot.com/feeds/3905161479626495609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6118008781847428166&amp;postID=3905161479626495609&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6118008781847428166/posts/default/3905161479626495609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6118008781847428166/posts/default/3905161479626495609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvedember.blogspot.com/2009/08/consultorio-sentimental.html' title='Consultório Sentimental'/><author><name>Someone, No One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787290457556675465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118008781847428166.post-8548392909612740174</id><published>2009-07-23T01:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T01:43:28.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Senhora Sem Preconceitos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/play?file=http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/95fEVE8fzGGhUlLMaZPv/mov/1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se toda a gente fosse assim, tão sem preconceitos, o mundo andava muito melhor! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6118008781847428166-8548392909612740174?l=dissolvedember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvedember.blogspot.com/feeds/8548392909612740174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6118008781847428166&amp;postID=8548392909612740174&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6118008781847428166/posts/default/8548392909612740174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6118008781847428166/posts/default/8548392909612740174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvedember.blogspot.com/2009/07/senhora-sem-preconceitos.html' title='Senhora Sem Preconceitos'/><author><name>Someone, No One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787290457556675465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6118008781847428166.post-3091363622388748706</id><published>2009-07-13T14:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T15:01:55.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Fcking Insane Girls XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hWasnKiyenA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hWasnKiyenA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nHqCdH8AdQA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nHqCdH8AdQA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6118008781847428166-3091363622388748706?l=dissolvedember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dissolvedember.blogspot.com/feeds/3091363622388748706/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6118008781847428166&amp;postID=3091363622388748706&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6118008781847428166/posts/default/3091363622388748706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6118008781847428166/posts/default/3091363622388748706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dissolvedember.blogspot.com/2009/07/2-fcking-insane-girls-xd.html' title='2 Fcking Insane Girls XD'/><author><name>Someone, No One</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17787290457556675465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
