<?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-20360549</id><updated>2012-02-17T02:03:31.991Z</updated><title type='text'>Trying hard to speak</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marroky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08781465762052070495</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>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20360549.post-2237221770696057348</id><published>2008-02-02T19:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-02T19:22:18.652Z</updated><title type='text'>coisetal</title><content type='html'>.ah e tal, diz que ser feliz é isto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20360549-2237221770696057348?l=marrokas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/feeds/2237221770696057348/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20360549&amp;postID=2237221770696057348' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/2237221770696057348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/2237221770696057348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/2008/02/coisetal.html' title='coisetal'/><author><name>Marroky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08781465762052070495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20360549.post-2317995184499538006</id><published>2008-01-15T19:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-15T20:00:24.248Z</updated><title type='text'>No, no, no</title><content type='html'>Amy Winehouse- Back to Black (The Album)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantástico.&lt;br /&gt;Ouve-se.&lt;br /&gt;Sente-se.&lt;br /&gt;Vezes sem conta.&lt;br /&gt;E não cansa.&lt;br /&gt;(O que o alcool faz às pessoas)&lt;br /&gt;Sente-se.&lt;br /&gt;Ouve-se.&lt;br /&gt;Amy Winehouse.&lt;br /&gt;Não cansa.&lt;br /&gt;Fantástica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é dificil escolher só uma mas aqui vai:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears Dry On Their Own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'll can ever be to you&lt;br /&gt;Is a darkness that we know,&lt;br /&gt; And this regret I got accustomed to.&lt;br /&gt;Once it was so right&lt;br /&gt;When we were at our high,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you in the hotel at night.&lt;br /&gt;I knew I hadn't met my match,&lt;br /&gt;But every moment we could snatch,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I got so attached.&lt;br /&gt;It's my responsibility,&lt;br /&gt;And you don't owe nothing to me,&lt;br /&gt;But to walk away&lt;br /&gt;I have no capacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walks away,&lt;br /&gt;The sun goes down,&lt;br /&gt;He takes the day but I'm grown&lt;br /&gt;And in your way,&lt;br /&gt;In this blue shade&lt;br /&gt;My tears dry on their own&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20360549-2317995184499538006?l=marrokas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/feeds/2317995184499538006/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20360549&amp;postID=2317995184499538006' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/2317995184499538006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/2317995184499538006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-no-no.html' title='No, no, no'/><author><name>Marroky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08781465762052070495</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20360549.post-2678415712812057685</id><published>2008-01-14T20:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-14T20:32:20.812Z</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>- Boa tarde. É um café cheio sff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or else...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20360549-2678415712812057685?l=marrokas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/feeds/2678415712812057685/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20360549&amp;postID=2678415712812057685' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/2678415712812057685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/2678415712812057685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Marroky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08781465762052070495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20360549.post-3788121121234990786</id><published>2007-05-15T22:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T23:18:38.489+01:00</updated><title type='text'>On a day like today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;somewhere - there's a place for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know that you believe it too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes if you wanna get away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all you gotta know is what we got is here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on a day like today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the whole world could change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the sun's gonna shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shine through the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on a day like today -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- no one complains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;free to be pure -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- free to be sane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on a day like today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you never wanna see the sun go down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you never wanna see the sun go down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bryan Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;On a Day Like Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* n sai da cabeça... On a day like today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20360549-3788121121234990786?l=marrokas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/feeds/3788121121234990786/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20360549&amp;postID=3788121121234990786' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/3788121121234990786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/3788121121234990786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/2007/05/on-day-like-today.html' title='On a day like today'/><author><name>Marroky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08781465762052070495</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20360549.post-6442400613213169838</id><published>2007-04-03T22:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T22:40:05.233+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pensamos conhecer. Não conhecemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Too bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Como diz a outra (:P) "Azar da praia!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Já lá vai o tempo em que me chateava/preocupava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So thank you very much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its really nice to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That you enjoyed the show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I want you to know when to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cos this should be a thrill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But it feels like a drill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now you must let me go, let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kaiser Chiefs - Thank you very much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20360549-6442400613213169838?l=marrokas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/feeds/6442400613213169838/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20360549&amp;postID=6442400613213169838' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/6442400613213169838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/6442400613213169838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Marroky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08781465762052070495</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20360549.post-6912632697685262454</id><published>2007-04-03T22:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T22:27:36.082+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pluto - Algo Teu&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É só o nada a bater-nos à porta&lt;br /&gt;E a mim importa-me que estejas a meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto o medo vai dançando à nossa volta&lt;br /&gt;É só uma imagem que sonhámos doce imagem&lt;br /&gt;Nada que um dia após o outro reproduza&lt;br /&gt;Mas meu amor estaremos sempre de passagem&lt;br /&gt;Esquece o que eles dizem sobre um grande amor&lt;br /&gt;Quem podia mais querer-te como eu&lt;br /&gt;Nada que acredite conseguir mostrar pois é algo teu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Todos os dias &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20360549-6912632697685262454?l=marrokas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/feeds/6912632697685262454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20360549&amp;postID=6912632697685262454' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/6912632697685262454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/6912632697685262454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/2007/04/pluto-algo-teu-s-o-nada-bater-nos-porta.html' title=''/><author><name>Marroky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08781465762052070495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20360549.post-7249962382603667278</id><published>2007-03-27T01:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T01:58:57.844+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We took a back road.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're gonna look at the stars.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We took a backroad in my car.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Down to the ocean,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it’s only water and sand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in the ocean we'll hold hands.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I don't really like you, apologetically dressed in the best, but on a heartbeat glide.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without an answer, the thunder speaks for the sky, and on the cold, wet dirt I cry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And on the cold, wet dirt I cry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t you wanna come with me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t you wanna feel my bones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;on your bones?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's only natural.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A cinematic vision ensued&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;like the holiest dream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's someone calling?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;An angel whispers my name,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but the message relayed is the same:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Wait till tomorrow,you'll be fine."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's gone to the dogs in my mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I always hear them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when the dead of night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;comes calling to save me from this fight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But they can never wrong this right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you wanna come with me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you wanna feel my bones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;on your bones?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's only natural.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t you wanna swim with me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t you wanna feel my skin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;on your skin?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's only natural.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Never had a lover)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never had a lover&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Never had soul)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never had soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Never had a good time)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I never had a good time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Never got cold)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never got gold.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you wanna come with me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you wanna feel my bones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;on your bones?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's only natural.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you wanna swim with me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you wanna feel my skin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;on your skin?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's only natural.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you wanna come with me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you wanna feel my bones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;on your bones?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s only natural.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come and take a swim with me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you wanna feel my skin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;on your skin?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s only natural&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;The Killers - Bones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20360549-7249962382603667278?l=marrokas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/feeds/7249962382603667278/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20360549&amp;postID=7249962382603667278' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/7249962382603667278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/7249962382603667278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/2007/03/come-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Marroky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08781465762052070495</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20360549.post-4170848082600997496</id><published>2006-12-24T03:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-24T03:05:41.295Z</updated><title type='text'>Natal?</title><content type='html'>Os meninos cantam "E então é Natal..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu digo "É Natal... E então?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Natal a todos, de qualquer maneira.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20360549-4170848082600997496?l=marrokas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/feeds/4170848082600997496/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20360549&amp;postID=4170848082600997496' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/4170848082600997496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/4170848082600997496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/2006/12/natal.html' title='Natal?'/><author><name>Marroky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08781465762052070495</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20360549.post-1452108106643421542</id><published>2006-12-17T02:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-17T02:47:29.452Z</updated><title type='text'>Home sweet home</title><content type='html'>Saudades deste conforto e destes hábitos que aquecem a alma e confortam o coração...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20360549-1452108106643421542?l=marrokas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/feeds/1452108106643421542/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link 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type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>e continuo, como sempre fiz, a tentar ser o melhor que consigo de momento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont blame for that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"all of us have been, or thought to be perfect one time in our lives, but not today"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lamento...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20360549-116128746976734654?l=marrokas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/feeds/116128746976734654/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20360549&amp;postID=116128746976734654' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/116128746976734654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/116128746976734654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post_116128746976734654.html' title='...'/><author><name>Marroky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08781465762052070495</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20360549.post-115741915613556593</id><published>2006-09-05T02:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T02:19:16.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;E eu sinto que em meu gesto existe o teu gesto e em minha voz a tua voz.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20360549-115741915613556593?l=marrokas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/feeds/115741915613556593/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20360549&amp;postID=115741915613556593' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/115741915613556593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/115741915613556593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/2006/09/e-eu-sinto-que-em-meu-gesto-existe-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Marroky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08781465762052070495</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20360549.post-115741827498564142</id><published>2006-09-05T02:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T02:04:35.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um grande e redondo FODA-SE</title><content type='html'>Para quem criou o seminario, um grande e redondo FODA-SE.&lt;br /&gt;Para quem resolveu n abrir o seminario este ano, outro grande e redondo FODA-SE.&lt;br /&gt;Para quem (eu, por exemplo) pensava q acabava o curso este ano, um grande e redondo TEMOS PENA.&lt;br /&gt;Para quem me ajudar a torturar até à morte as pessoas responsáveis pelas 2 primeiras linhas deste post, um grande e redondo OBRIGADO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e merda pra isto tudo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho dito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20360549-115741827498564142?l=marrokas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/feeds/115741827498564142/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20360549&amp;postID=115741827498564142' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/115741827498564142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/115741827498564142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/2006/09/um-grande-e-redondo-foda-se.html' title='Um grande e redondo FODA-SE'/><author><name>Marroky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08781465762052070495</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20360549.post-115646446451436528</id><published>2006-08-25T00:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T01:07:44.536+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Devias escrever lá, porra!" by Xary</title><content type='html'>A pedido de várias familias aqui estou eu a actualizar a barraca azul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bem, novidades... tou de férias!!! as lutas diarias na tabacaria acabaram, o stress acabou e as forças desaparecidas resolveram deixar-se sentir novamente =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ando uma linda menina, ja fiz o codigo e ando a dar-lhe nas aulas de conduçao, ate ja bati no espelho de um carro e tudo! muahaha&lt;br /&gt;(façam o favor de me dar os parabens!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah e ando tb bastante baralhada c as inscriçoes, pre-inscriçoes, ILNOVA, equivalencias e uma panoplia de "eventos" relacionados com o proximo ano lectivo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais q tudo, e dando um leve tom lamechas a isto, sinto a vossa falta. criaram-se laços mt fortes nos ultimos dois anos q me fazem sentir com toda a certeza q ficarao pra vida. o meu coraçaozinho n vos esquece. estao ca todos os dias, no coraçao e na mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*saudade*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20360549-115646446451436528?l=marrokas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/feeds/115646446451436528/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20360549&amp;postID=115646446451436528' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/115646446451436528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/115646446451436528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/2006/08/devias-escrever-l-porra-by-xary.html' title='&quot;Devias escrever lá, porra!&quot; by Xary'/><author><name>Marroky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08781465762052070495</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20360549.post-115439339166741760</id><published>2006-08-01T01:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T01:49:51.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>vazio...&lt;br /&gt;tudo vazio...&lt;br /&gt;cabeça em água...&lt;br /&gt;faltam as forças... porque me sao tiradas...&lt;br /&gt;sono...&lt;br /&gt;dormir...&lt;br /&gt;pode ser q as forças voltem...&lt;br /&gt;amanhã...&lt;br /&gt;hoje não...&lt;br /&gt;hoje morri...&lt;br /&gt;morri...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20360549-115439339166741760?l=marrokas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/feeds/115439339166741760/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20360549&amp;postID=115439339166741760' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/115439339166741760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/115439339166741760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Marroky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08781465762052070495</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20360549.post-115240904983398180</id><published>2006-07-09T02:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T02:37:29.846+01:00</updated><title type='text'>FDX!</title><content type='html'>e pronto, a ultima semana de férias antes de começar a trabalhar será a maior merda de sempre...isto porque será passada a estudar e a fazer exames. exames esses que, para melhorar o panorama, sao dia 12 e 13, o que dá um grande espaço de manobra em relaçao ao estudo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e pronto, amanha a caminho de lx pra estudar. fantastico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, é verdade, se há coisa q adoro é chumbar com 9. n sei explicar, eh uma alegria q só percebe quem sente. é... assim... pah, é BOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FDX!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20360549-115240904983398180?l=marrokas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/feeds/115240904983398180/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20360549&amp;postID=115240904983398180' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/115240904983398180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/115240904983398180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/2006/07/fdx.html' title='FDX!'/><author><name>Marroky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08781465762052070495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20360549.post-115197164416175472</id><published>2006-07-04T01:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T01:07:24.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'>4th July</title><content type='html'>2 Anos... E mais não digo! Me very very happy with u, sleepy one =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20360549-115197164416175472?l=marrokas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/feeds/115197164416175472/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20360549&amp;postID=115197164416175472' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/115197164416175472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/115197164416175472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/2006/07/4th-july.html' title='4th July'/><author><name>Marroky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08781465762052070495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20360549.post-115188723203201832</id><published>2006-07-03T01:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T01:40:32.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Estrela da Tarde</title><content type='html'>Era a tarde mais longa de todas as tardes que me acontecia&lt;br /&gt;Eu esperava por ti, tu não vinhas, tardavas e eu entardecia&lt;br /&gt;Era tarde, tão tarde, que a boca, tardando-lhe o beijo, mordia&lt;br /&gt;Quando à boca da noite surgiste na tarde tal rosa tardia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando nós nos olhámos tardámos no beijo que a boca pedia&lt;br /&gt;E na tarde ficámos unidos ardendo na luz que morria&lt;br /&gt;Em nós dois nessa tarde em que tanto tardaste o sol amanhecia&lt;br /&gt;Era tarde de mais para haver outra noite, para haver outro dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Minha estrela da tarde&lt;br /&gt;Que o luar te amanheça e o meu corpo te guarde&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho a certeza&lt;br /&gt;Se tu és a alegria ou se és a tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho a certeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi a noite mais bela de todas as noites que me adormeceram&lt;br /&gt;Dos nocturnos silêncios que à noite de aromas e beijos se encheram&lt;br /&gt;Foi a noite em que os nossos dois corpos cansados não adormeceram&lt;br /&gt;E da estrada mais linda da noite uma festa de fogo fizeram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram noites e noites que numa só noite nos aconteceram&lt;br /&gt;Era o dia da noite de todas as noites que nos precederam&lt;br /&gt;Era a noite mais clara daqueles que à noite amando se deram&lt;br /&gt;E entre os braços da noite de tanto se amarem, vivendo morreram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei, meu amor, se o que digo é ternura, se é riso, se é pranto&lt;br /&gt;É por ti que adormeço e acordo e acordado recordo no canto&lt;br /&gt;Essa tarde em que tarde surgiste dum triste e profundo recanto&lt;br /&gt;Essa noite em que cedo nasceste despida de mágoa e de espanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor, nunca é tarde nem cedo para quem se quer tanto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;José Carlos Ary dos Santos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Gosto-te. Muito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20360549-115188723203201832?l=marrokas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/feeds/115188723203201832/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20360549&amp;postID=115188723203201832' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/115188723203201832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/115188723203201832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/2006/07/estrela-da-tarde.html' title='Estrela da Tarde'/><author><name>Marroky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08781465762052070495</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20360549.post-114627823453574742</id><published>2006-04-29T03:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T03:37:14.550+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night Mood</title><content type='html'>E a mood muda. De Coldplay para Jack Johnson. What a fuckin' mood! Ouvindo o concerto em Lx. Estávamos juntas, as 3 badalhocas, a vibrar (literalmente, if u know what i mean =$), a cantar com ele. Foi um momento mágico. Pena n termos lá estado todos. Mesmo assim, fizemos chegar a alguns (n foi possivel ser a todos) um dos momentos mais apaixonantes q vivemos (sim, sinto-me no direito de falar pelas 3)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantas memórias boas de momentos ainda melhores passados na companhia de todos vocês. Vamos lá pôr essas cabeças a funcionar para podermos ter ainda mais memórias para partilhar. ah e tal, o inter-rail não era de todo mal pensado, tou ctg Xary =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que está na hora de desligar o Jack e ir dormir. Amanhã é dia de ir comprar a prenda de anos da badalhoca do cabelo em saca rolhas =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijinhos a todos ******&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20360549-114627823453574742?l=marrokas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/feeds/114627823453574742/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20360549&amp;postID=114627823453574742' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/114627823453574742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/114627823453574742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/2006/04/late-night-mood.html' title='Late Night Mood'/><author><name>Marroky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08781465762052070495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20360549.post-114623551121915097</id><published>2006-04-28T15:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T15:45:11.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coldplay Mood</title><content type='html'>So I look in your direction&lt;br /&gt;But you pay me no attention, do you?&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't listen to me&lt;br /&gt;'Cos you say you see straight through me, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on and on&lt;br /&gt;From the moment I wake, to the moment I sleep&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there by your side; just you try and stop me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting in line, just to see if you care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh…&lt;br /&gt;Did you want me to change?&lt;br /&gt;Well I changed for good&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know that you'll always get your way&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you shiver&lt;br /&gt;Shiver&lt;br /&gt;Sing it loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não, não faço de propósito. Ontem tava mt bem num bar, qd começo a ouvir um som conhecido, olho para a tv e tavam a passar um dvd de coldplay ao vivo. Pronto. É mais forte que eu. Um enorme "temos pena" para todos aqueles (sari) q (dizem q) não apreciam o que de melhor há no mundo!!! &lt;br /&gt;beijos***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20360549-114623551121915097?l=marrokas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/feeds/114623551121915097/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20360549&amp;postID=114623551121915097' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/114623551121915097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/114623551121915097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/2006/04/coldplay-mood.html' title='Coldplay Mood'/><author><name>Marroky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08781465762052070495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20360549.post-114618631463227017</id><published>2006-04-28T01:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T02:14:30.526+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying (really) Hard To Speak</title><content type='html'>Parece q não podia ter escolhido melhor o nome do Blog... Há pensamentos, há palavras, há sentimentos, há 1001 coisas. Mas por um motivo ou por outro, não consigo pôr aqui nada do que se passa cá dentro. Será um problema de expressão? Mas, ao contrário do que diz a Manuela Azevedo, aqui nem a "língua inglesa" me ajuda... O q me leva a pensar que a senhora não sabe o que diz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, venho por este meio anunciar as mudanças aqui na barraquinha parada. Pode ser que isto me anime e volte a escrever alguma coisinha de jeito, mais não seja, as parvoíces que ia escrevendo every once in a while =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora mudando de assunto, "ah e tal" isto de ter férias prolongadas é mt bonito, mas as vossas carinhas sorridentes já vão invadindo a minha mente (pura) e a saudade vai beliscando ao de leve [ e às vezes "ao de pesado" (não encontro outro antónimo de "ao de leve", lamento)]... Aproveito, ainda, para anunciar em 2ª mão (não é Senhora Dona Xary? =P) que 3ª feira, há um sorriso que vai brilhar um bocadinho mais, pelo menos assim espero que aconteça. No entanto, tenho algum medo de ser excessivamente insultada (note-se que até tenho um certo gosto em ser insultada Q.B.)e de levar umas pancadinhas (sempre de amor) da menina dos caracóis lindos =). Bem, talvez seja como diz o outro: "não é medo, é receio".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem mais assunto por agora, assim me despeço, com cumprimentos respeitosos aos estimados leitores e respectivas famílias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20360549-114618631463227017?l=marrokas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/feeds/114618631463227017/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20360549&amp;postID=114618631463227017' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/114618631463227017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/114618631463227017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/2006/04/trying-really-hard-to-speak.html' title='Trying (really) Hard To Speak'/><author><name>Marroky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08781465762052070495</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20360549.post-114480173867235908</id><published>2006-04-12T01:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T01:28:58.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'>this is so FUNNY! =|</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#98FB98" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 50% Weird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CAFBCA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/weird-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal enough to know that you're weird...&lt;br /&gt;But too damn weird to do anything about it!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/"&gt;How Weird Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bem... pelo menos sei que sou... lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20360549-114480173867235908?l=marrokas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/feeds/114480173867235908/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20360549&amp;postID=114480173867235908' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/114480173867235908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/114480173867235908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-is-so-funny.html' title='this is so FUNNY! =|'/><author><name>Marroky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08781465762052070495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20360549.post-114480110037517072</id><published>2006-04-12T01:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T01:18:20.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>olha! um post novo ao fim de 2 meses!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Heineken&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbeerpersonalityquiz/heineken.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You appreciate a good beer, but you're not a snob about it.&lt;br /&gt;You like your beer mild and easy to drink, so you can concentrate on being drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you're a friendly drunk who's likely to buy a whole round for your friends... many times.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you can be a bit boring when you drink. You may be prone to go on about topics no one cares about.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbeerpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's Your Beer Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n sei porquê... =$&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20360549-114480110037517072?l=marrokas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/feeds/114480110037517072/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20360549&amp;postID=114480110037517072' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/114480110037517072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/114480110037517072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/2006/04/olha-um-post-novo-ao-fim-de-2-meses.html' title='olha! um post novo ao fim de 2 meses!'/><author><name>Marroky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08781465762052070495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20360549.post-114031750095901888</id><published>2006-02-19T02:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-19T02:51:43.243Z</updated><title type='text'>Lisboa, here we go again</title><content type='html'>e pronto, as férias chegam ao fim e nós quase nao damos por nada! o tempo voa kd estamos sem nada pra fazer... e eu sei bem o k isso é =$ mas confesso que tenho saudades de lisboa, da faculdade... e um nadinha de saudades VOSSAS, meus estimados colegas =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora a sério, devo confessar que me fazem muita falta, fizeram mta falta todos os dias destas férias, q nao foram nada fáceis. mas mesmo longe, ajudaram-me imenso, só vos tenho a agradecer por isso. quase senti os vossos abraços, quase vi os vossos sorrisos. deram-me mta força. dão-me sempre toda a força, sempre que preciso. é de todos voces q sinto falta. e a promessa de passar mais tempo convosco fica feita. presenciar todos os sorrisos, todos os desgostos, toda a parvoice a mais alguma! mas continua em mim a pena de ter sido sempre um membro ausente, ausente das conversas, dos devaneios, de mta coisa. e n sabe nada bem chegar no dia seguinte e perguntar "tão a falar do quê?, porque eu devia la ter estado, devia ter ouvido, devia ter participado. mas nao o fiz. e a culpa é só minha! mas espero que isso tenha acabado, 3 semestres têm de ser suficientes para aprender!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e pronto, amanha já estou em lisboa e 2ª ja estamos todos juntos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20360549-114031750095901888?l=marrokas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/feeds/114031750095901888/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20360549&amp;postID=114031750095901888' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/114031750095901888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/114031750095901888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/2006/02/lisboa-here-we-go-again.html' title='Lisboa, here we go again'/><author><name>Marroky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08781465762052070495</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-20360549.post-114023026108087192</id><published>2006-02-18T02:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-18T02:37:41.096Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>só para que saibam que estou viva, talvez agora mais que nunca... it's a new beginning (ou la como se escreve esta merda) há vida dentro de mim... ha amor por todos... so lamento nao o ter demonstrado durante estes dias, but... u know... difficult times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so quero k saibam que estou desejosa por dia 20, i'm gonna be a diferent student, ou pelo menos, vou tentar... por mim e por voces =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adoro-vos a todos, tenho mtas saudades vossas,,, hope u feel the same way too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dia 20 ta quase ai,,, e bora la combinar uma borga logo para 2ª feira, eh um bom dia, ehehe ********+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMO-VOS&lt;br /&gt;******************+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20360549-114023026108087192?l=marrokas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/feeds/114023026108087192/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20360549&amp;postID=114023026108087192' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/114023026108087192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/114023026108087192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/2006/02/s-para-que-saibam-que-estou-viva.html' title=''/><author><name>Marroky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08781465762052070495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20360549.post-113874602208936944</id><published>2006-01-31T22:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-31T22:20:22.136Z</updated><title type='text'>O tão esperado regresso</title><content type='html'>e foi hoje... a tranquilidade voltou, ainda q parcialmente... o importante é senti-la comigo agora, reatámos laços há algum tempo desfeitos... estou calma agora. a culpa n desaparece, mas a calma é minha agora. e isso ninguem me tira. nao hoje, nao agora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um grande OBRIGADO* a todos voces.. pela força, pela paz, pela amizade e pela tranquilidade q tentaram (algumas vezes conseguiram.. nao todas pk enfim...) e por serem quem são, os melhores amigos q se pode encontrar. AMO-VOS(*) a TODOS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* hoje não há espaço pra palavras proibidas... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos calmos  ;)&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20360549-113874602208936944?l=marrokas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/feeds/113874602208936944/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20360549&amp;postID=113874602208936944' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/113874602208936944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/113874602208936944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/2006/01/o-to-esperado-regresso.html' title='O tão esperado regresso'/><author><name>Marroky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08781465762052070495</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20360549.post-113841315151728479</id><published>2006-01-28T00:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-28T01:52:31.650Z</updated><title type='text'>Ponto final PARÁGRAFO (!)</title><content type='html'>N olhaste para mim, mas consegui ver os teus olhos brilhantes, olhando em direcção ao horizonte. Enquanto via os teus olhos humedecerem tentei dizer a mim mesma q não, não ias chorar.&lt;br /&gt;A primeira lagrima q rolou pela tua cara fez com q o meu mundo desabasse... &lt;br /&gt;N sei explicar o que senti... vontade de te proteger, de fazer td pra n voltar a ver aquela lágrima, nem as q se seguiram. &lt;br /&gt;Vontade de te abraçar e ficar assim pra sempre, beijar-te e, dessa forma, por-te um sorriso nos lábios, um sorriso q dissesse "amo-te". Queria q a tua dor passasse a ser só minha, afinal de contas eu é q a tinha causado. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E foi assim que ficámos durante algum tempo, coraçoes colados, almas em sintonia, num beijo q disse tudo. pedir desculpa torna-se desnecessario qd assim eh. Olhámos no fundo dos olhos um do outro e isso foi td, a dor esquecida, o amor fortalecido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora amo-te mais, sempre mais e é esta a frequência q pretendo seguir sempre.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20360549-113841315151728479?l=marrokas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/feeds/113841315151728479/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20360549&amp;postID=113841315151728479' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/113841315151728479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/113841315151728479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/2006/01/ponto-final-pargrafo.html' title='Ponto final PARÁGRAFO (!)'/><author><name>Marroky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08781465762052070495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20360549.post-113840650733090056</id><published>2006-01-27T23:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-28T00:01:47.346Z</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Revenge</title><content type='html'>Só pra dizer q n és tu quem tem de agradecer. Eu ék agradeço pela tranquilidade q me deste. Acredita q sabe mt bem falar ctg. És directa e ao mesmo tempo dizes as coisas c uma enorme doçura. Obrigada pela tranquilidade, a sério. Fiquei bem melhor dps de ter falado ctg. Já agora, desculpa ter-te despejado os meus problemas assim tão de "rajada"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WoW, 2 palavras proibidas em meia duzia de frases... Lamento, mas era mesmo preciso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda bem (*) q pude desabafar ctg, Eli, e ouvir os teus conselhos e opiniões..! Love uuuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijo grande &lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20360549-113840650733090056?l=marrokas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/feeds/113840650733090056/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20360549&amp;postID=113840650733090056' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/113840650733090056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/113840650733090056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/2006/01/sweet-revenge.html' title='Sweet Revenge'/><author><name>Marroky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08781465762052070495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20360549.post-113824673401226166</id><published>2006-01-26T03:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-26T03:38:54.013Z</updated><title type='text'>DaSsSs... =|</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D3CDDA" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 32% Abnormal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E4E1E8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howabnormalareyouquiz/weird.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at low risk for being a psychopath. It is unlikely that you have no soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at medium risk for having a borderline personality. It is somewhat likely that you are a chaotic mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at low risk for having a narcissistic personality. It is unlikely that you are in love with your own reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at medium risk for having a social phobia. It is somewhat likely that you feel most comfortable in your mom's basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at low risk for obsessive compulsive disorder. It is unlikely that you are addicted to hand sanitizer.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howabnormalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Abnormal Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui fazer o teste, de boa fé, dps de ter visto no blog da diva Xary, e deu nisto... escusado será dizer q não concordo com nada do q aqui diz, bahhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mais importante é frizar q NãO sou psycho!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20360549-113824673401226166?l=marrokas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/feeds/113824673401226166/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20360549&amp;postID=113824673401226166' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/113824673401226166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/113824673401226166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/2006/01/dassss_26.html' title='DaSsSs... =|'/><author><name>Marroky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08781465762052070495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20360549.post-113823658414571812</id><published>2006-01-25T23:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-26T00:49:44.893Z</updated><title type='text'>STRESS!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Cadeiras, dias, horas, turmas, sobreposições, alterações, mesmo assim sobreposições, mais alterações, kd está quase tudo pronto, reperamos q ainda ha uma pequena falha q, ao ser "reparada", dá origem a uma ainda maior, e com isto  tem de ser tudo mudado. dps partilha-se o horario, ng tem o msm, turmas diferentes, toca a fazer td pra ficarmos juntos, ficamos juntos,no entanto descontentes com 6ª feira, BAHHHHH!!! N admira que ande doida da cabeça e só ando as voltas com isto desde ontem!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bem, ao menos parece já estar td bem, consegui fazer um horario (c ajudas, claro =P) apenas com uma sobreposição.. BRAVO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agr tenho de ir a Lx pra fazer as alteraçoes, pk, apesar de termos uma pagina com os nossos dados, onde podemos inscrever-nos nas cadeiras, n as podemos alterar desse modo. Temos de nos deslocar a Lx (são só 30€) pra ir escrever uma coisa num papel e para o vermos ser carimbado. no minuto seguinte podemos rasgá-lo e deitá-lo ao vento! mas pronto, é assim q a nossa brilhante faculdade funciona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, tou a ser cruel, nem tudo é assim tão mau... as 3h30 de viagem até são bem agradaveis e dá para ler...&lt;br /&gt;bahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20360549-113823658414571812?l=marrokas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/feeds/113823658414571812/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20360549&amp;postID=113823658414571812' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/113823658414571812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/113823658414571812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/2006/01/stress.html' title='STRESS!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Marroky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08781465762052070495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20360549.post-113798191558420742</id><published>2006-01-23T01:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-23T02:05:15.643Z</updated><title type='text'>Home again</title><content type='html'>E pronto.. é o regresso a casa após o periodo esgotante das frequências. Isto pra quem leva um semestre inteiro a coçar a micose é MSM esgotante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deu mais uma vez pra "por à prova" o nosso companheirismo, ver como nos ajudámos uns aos outros e como estávamos "fodidas mas unidas" =)  E digo "unidas" com mta convicção, não o digo da boca pra fora só pra ver se cola... U know what I mean..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora é tempo de férias, tempo do dolce fare niente que todos adoramos.. Vamos lá ver se é desta que levo as minhas "ambições" a bom porto, chega de promessas, vamos passar à acção!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em relação a ti : missed u a lot, missed everything about u, missed us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos a todos, boas férias e bora lá pras noitadas na net =)&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20360549-113798191558420742?l=marrokas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/feeds/113798191558420742/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20360549&amp;postID=113798191558420742' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/113798191558420742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/113798191558420742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/2006/01/home-again.html' title='Home again'/><author><name>Marroky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08781465762052070495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20360549.post-113622829942309518</id><published>2006-01-02T18:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-02T23:52:23.636Z</updated><title type='text'>desabafo</title><content type='html'>estúpida...&lt;br /&gt;é isto q sou por tantas vezes ter dúvidas...é isto q sou por tantas vezes te dizer o q nao quero...nem sinto...é isto que sou por te pedir desculpas depois.. sei tão bem q não é isso que faz com que fiques menos magoado.. sei tão bem que a única coisa que queres é que nos amemos, que sejamos felizes como somos, que sejamos um só...eu sei disso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sei que te magoei, sou estúpida por isso, porque não quis dizer o que disse, não quis pôr em causa aquilo que partilhas cmg, NUNCA quis pôr em causa aquilo que nos une.&lt;br /&gt;sei q me amas, sei q me amas mt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e eu tb, assim muitos e tantos e bués (citando alguém =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e mais uma vez a ti : obrigada por estares sempre cmg, sempre do meu lado, mesmo kd nem td está bem, mesmo kd os nossos olhares nao se cruzam...por me amares incondicionalmente...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20360549-113622829942309518?l=marrokas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/feeds/113622829942309518/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20360549&amp;postID=113622829942309518' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/113622829942309518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/113622829942309518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/2006/01/desabafo.html' title='desabafo'/><author><name>Marroky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08781465762052070495</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-20360549.post-113599931006394661</id><published>2005-12-31T03:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-31T03:21:50.076Z</updated><title type='text'>Um pouco de parvoíce em torno do "amor"</title><content type='html'>Andei a pensar... (é grave qd isto acontece e os resultados podem atingir proporções drásticas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se o amor aumenta? O q acontece quando sentimos o nosso coração cheio de amor e nos sentimos, de facto, realizados com o amor q nos preenche e, de repente, esse amor cresce? Será q o nosso coração cresce com ele? Será q, mesmo com o coração cheio, há ainda espaço para mais amor? Não digo espaço para amar uma outra pessoa, mas sim espaço para AMOR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É q hoje dei por mim a sentir o meu amor crescer. Crescer muito.  Isto fez-me questionar até q ponto seria possível, para o meu pequeno coração, alojar mais amor. Mais q isso, mais amor e pela mesma pessoa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobri, então, q há espaço sim senhor. Há sempre espaço para mais amor, para mais pessoas. Há sempre espaço!! Talvez o amor nem ocupe lugar, talvez o amor seja sentido apenas... Talvez amar seja isso mesmo, um sentimento q não ocupa lugar... Sente-se apenas! E hoje, mais do q nunca, senti como isso é bom, como é bom amar, como é bom sentir esse amor crescer e reforçar-se...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje amo, simplesmente!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20360549-113599931006394661?l=marrokas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/feeds/113599931006394661/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20360549&amp;postID=113599931006394661' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/113599931006394661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/113599931006394661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/2005/12/um-pouco-de-parvoce-em-torno-do-amor.html' title='Um pouco de parvoíce em torno do &quot;amor&quot;'/><author><name>Marroky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08781465762052070495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20360549.post-113599554873680276</id><published>2005-12-31T02:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-31T02:29:24.413Z</updated><title type='text'>Iniciação...</title><content type='html'>Bem, ando por aqui a iniciar-me nisto, vamos ver o q dá. Não se sintam obrigados a visitar a minha barraquinha =)&lt;br /&gt;Deusa, obrigada pela ajuda, eu sei q sou DUH =$&lt;br /&gt;beijos a todos os q por cá passarem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20360549-113599554873680276?l=marrokas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/feeds/113599554873680276/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20360549&amp;postID=113599554873680276' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/113599554873680276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20360549/posts/default/113599554873680276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marrokas.blogspot.com/2005/12/iniciao.html' title='Iniciação...'/><author><name>Marroky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08781465762052070495</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></feed>
