tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87075028132083105862024-03-05T09:53:39.750-08:00lover's eyesNela Leitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13481609123934649501noreply@blogger.comBlogger281125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707502813208310586.post-83687602052779740412013-05-18T16:07:00.001-07:002013-05-18T16:08:44.208-07:00<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px; line-height: 17.27272605895996px;">“</span><span class="quote" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 17.27272605895996px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline: none 0px;"></span><br />
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1. There will be several days that you daydream about stepping in front of a city bus. Don’t. It will not be beautiful. It will not be brave. It will be selfish. It will be broken. Your mother will cry.</div>
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2. Don’t write for him. Write for you. Write for others like you. Write so the girl that thinks about stepping in front of public transportation doesn’t. Don’t be selfish.</div>
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3. When you will yourself to sleep and it doesn’t come- get up. It doesn’t matter that it’s 3 am. There will be other 3 am’s. Take a shower. Take two. Wash him out of your hair. Write a poem. Read the same book you’ve read 202 times again. The 203rd time might tell you something different. Don’t stay in bed- you will think about the bus again.</div>
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4. Don’t kiss him because he’s broken. Don’t kiss him because his laughter never reaches his eyes. Don’t try and fix him. Fix yourself first. Be selfish. He can’t save you.</div>
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5. Date yourself. Take yourself out to eat. Don’t share your popcorn at the movies with anyone. Stroll around an art museum alone. Fall in love with canvases. Fall in love with yourself.</div>
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6. Dress up and wear red lipstick and get drunk with your friends. They’re the ones that will pick you up. Don’t kiss him. Or him. Don’t fall asleep on strange couches with strange boys. When his hand slides up your dress walk away. Hit him. Don’t kiss him. He can’t save you.</div>
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7. Get another tattoo. Get five more. Get another hole in your ear. Don’t listen to your dad. You will still be able to get a job. Did you really want to be employed by someone like your father? Haven’t you had enough of judgmental old white men anyway? Get fuck you tattooed in tiny letters on your hip.</div>
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8. When you feel the yearning for a new city- start over. Take 200 bucks and a three suitcases. Work anywhere that will have you. Meet strange people and forget your name. Call yourself Ruby. No one will know the difference. Remember to call your mother. Don’t be selfish. Come home when you find yourself in the strangers and the small one bedroom apartment.</div>
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9. Don’t whisper evil things into your own ear. Other people are going to shout them at you. Be your own hero. Keep a sword on your key ring.</div>
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10. Don’t step in front of a city bus. It will not be beautiful. Live. Stay up all night with a boy that promises you everything and means it. Live. See shitty local bands with a friend. Wear a different band’s t-shirt. No one will care. Live. Have a baby girl with tiny fingers and tiny toes someday. Pour love into her until it’s overflowing. Live. Wake up. Staying in bed all day is not poetic.</div>
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Live. Live.</div>
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Live.</div>
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Do you hear that? It’s me. It’s your life. Wake up.</div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 17.27272605895996px;">I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS </span><br />
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Tenho tanta coisa dentro da cabeça, demasiado até que não consigo deitar nada cá para fora. Só sei que sinto permanentemente um aperto no coração e nem sei porquê. Até sei mas estou nesta situação há mais de 2 anos e não percebo o porquê de agora ter piorado. </div>
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Não dizem que antes de melhorar tudo piora? Vamos fazer figas para que esse seja o caso.</div>
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Ainda espero pelo dia que me sinta verdadeiramente feliz comigo e com a minha vida sem ter de depender de alguém para me fazer sentir assim. Odeio o facto de precisar de uma pessoa para ser feliz.<br />
Li algures que a felicidade é o que acontece quando numa noite quente de verão em que podemos dormir com a janela aberta, sem tshirt e em cima dos lençóis e a um ponto a meio da noite sentimos aquela brisa que nos faz sentir um ligeiro frio, e ainda nem bem acordados e cientes do que estamos a fazer nos cobrimos com um lençol fininho e esse lençol é quente o suficiente para voltarmos a dormir. E é esse gesto, esse reflexo que temos de puxar o que é quente - seja algo, ou alguém - para nós, aquela sensação que temos quando fazemos isso, aquela sensação de nos sentirmos seguros no mundo e prontos para voltar dormir, isso é felicidade.<br />
Acho que estamos destinados a precisar de outros para sermos felizes, às vezes tento pensar que não mas se por muito que tente chego sempre à conclusão que sozinha nunca seria tão feliz como sou hoje, posso não ser a pessoa mais feliz do mundo mas sei que seria muito menos ainda se estivesse aqui sozinha.Nela Leitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13481609123934649501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707502813208310586.post-34182261584165865332013-03-15T13:25:00.000-07:002013-03-15T13:25:33.404-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Well I'm still in love with the same person I've been writing about since I started this. I'm terribly sick of this and I really just want it to be over but at the same time I just want to have him forever, I don't think I will ever be able to explain what I feel about him. One minute I just wanna kiss him and the next I just wanna punch him in the fucking face. It's been like this for a long time and I finally got the balls to tell him how I feel - again - yeah, I already tried it once but this time I just really needed to get that off my chest. I don't know if it was worth it but once I know the answer I'll tell you. But my hopes died a long time ago.Nela Leitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13481609123934649501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707502813208310586.post-56683394318419037952012-12-04T12:05:00.001-08:002012-12-04T12:05:49.874-08:00Estou num estado de apatia em que não quero saber de nada. Ainda não tenho a certeza se é bom ou mau. Quando descobrir aviso.<br />
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E é isso xx</div>
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Someone once told me to never love someone or something too much. I wish it was that easy, I wish we could choose who we love and how much we love them. I don't even know, I think life would be too easy, too boring, too senseless. </div>
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Yes, we can hurt a lot by holding on too things or people but that's what makes life worth it, that's what gets us through the day, every single day. It can be hard, we might even think it's unbearable sometimes but if you love something that much, it's worth it. </div>
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Nela Leitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13481609123934649501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707502813208310586.post-1963650903968264402012-11-22T12:13:00.001-08:002012-11-22T12:13:19.430-08:00I need a fresh start. Tudo o que me apetece agora é apagar todos os posts anteriores e começar de novo mas não consigo, tenho um pressentimento que me vou arrepender se o fizer e não quero isso.<br />
Já não visitava o meu cantinho aqui há algum tempo I really missed it e agora por razão nenhuma deu-me uma enorme vontade de voltar e escrever, apesar de achar que ninguém lê o que eu escrevo.<strike> I mean, why would anyone read this bullshit? </strike><br />
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yaaaaay o Outono voltou! Tempo de eu ser ainda mais deprimente que o costume. Desculpem mas este tempo ainda me faz sentir mais nostálgica que o costume, o que é bastante fácil de acontecer.</div>
<span style="text-align: justify;">Tenho estado a ver "awkward" e a ouvir a chuva cair, estado de deprimência total.</span><br />
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Enquanto a Jenna escrevia todos os dias no blog tudo o que se passava na vida dela muito atribulada e emocionante eu pensava que a minha vida é uma seca total, escrevo aqui uma vez por semana ou assim e o que muda é apenas o tempo ou a série que vi. Olhem, nem sei se preferia que a minha vida fosse um filme todo cheio de drama ou o que é agora, drama dá demasiado trabalho e como o ser preguiçoso que sou não gosto disso mas agora sinto que a minha vida é casa - escola, escola - casa.</div>
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Preciso de mudar um bocado as coisas, estou farta de fazer a mesma coisa dia após dia. Quando pensar em algo aviso, até lá podiam dar ideias! Pretty please?</div>
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<br />Nela Leitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13481609123934649501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707502813208310586.post-17576380247299786772012-09-15T18:45:00.002-07:002012-09-15T18:45:17.695-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">
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<br />Nela Leitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13481609123934649501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707502813208310586.post-49872175254944960682012-09-13T17:25:00.001-07:002012-09-13T17:25:35.926-07:00I missed this <div style="text-align: justify;">
Bem, eu sei que não venho cá há imenso tempo e sinceramente não sei porquê, às vezes abro esta página olho para ela mas não consigo escrever nada, ou penso que o que tenho a escrever é tão insignificante que não merece ser lido por ninguém, não merecem perder tempo a ler isso. Não acho que desta vez seja diferente mas sabem aquela vontade de escrever? Aquela vontade de deitar tudo cá para fora e que se não fizermos isso vamos explodir? Pois...</div>
Não que vá dizer algo importante ou bonito mas estar a escrever em vez de ficar só a olhar para um ecrã enquanto milhões de ideias me passam pela cabeça, ajuda mesmo. Mesmo que no meio de tantas palavras não esteja a dizer nada. Nada que importe, pelo menos.<br />
Mas tendo isto, acho que vou voltar. vou voltar ao meu cantinho. Senti a falta disto. Senti a falta do peso que me é levantado dos ombros cada vez que escrevo, cada vez que desabafo aqui. Mesmo que ninguém leia eu continuo. Eu vou continuar a escrever aqui as coisas mais insignificantes da minha vida, podem não ser bonitas ou bem escritas mas eu vou continuar. E prometo que volto, volto para partilhar a minha felicidade ou a nostalgia ou até só fotografias para não se esquecerem de mim.Nela Leitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13481609123934649501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707502813208310586.post-33409266391964684872012-05-16T10:26:00.001-07:002012-07-03T12:15:53.904-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I just wrote a huge text but I deleted it. It helped, you know? Just write, even if I didn't published it. Basically, I just hate people more and more as the time goes by. Fuck them all, it's not my life, it's theirs, let them fuck it up.Nela Leitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13481609123934649501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707502813208310586.post-33074751003558229652012-05-03T06:17:00.001-07:002012-05-03T06:17:12.883-07:00Pensamento do dia:<br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">não tenho um preferido, tenho muitos.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Mumford & Sons, Bezegol, Guns'n'roses, Queen, Bon Jovi, Foo Fighters, Beyoncé, Bon Iver, Eddie </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Vedder, Radiohead, Adele, John Mayer, Oasis, Simple Plan, The Fray, Lady Gaga.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Right now it's Mumford & sons - Ghosts That We Knew</span><br />
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<b>Day16: Describe yourself.</b><br />
I really don't know how to describe myself. Well, I'll try...<br />
I'm sarcastic, ironic, funny when I'm in a good mood, honest, very proud and stubborn and I'm a bitch when someone pisses me off. most important, I am the laziest person on Earth. I love food and sleep. And I make a lot of things up in my mind, well, they're much better than reality. I love reading and watching movies in the cinema. One day I want/will travel around the world.<br />
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I don't miss anyone right now, I don't know if that's a good thing.<br />
If you left, that was your choice and I don't give a fuck.<br />
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<b>Day14: Someone you love.</b><br />
I love my family and my friends. That's it, not going into details.<br />
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idk man, I buy stuff everywhere.Nela Leitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13481609123934649501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707502813208310586.post-89321080226466590422012-04-18T14:19:00.003-07:002012-04-19T06:43:33.105-07:00<a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls6dgh8jNX1qjua2go1_500.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls6dgh8jNX1qjua2go1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0m2h6ilpc1qmlgg0o1_500.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0m2h6ilpc1qmlgg0o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1mc9kN7ES1qm8fzgo1_500.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 750px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1mc9kN7ES1qm8fzgo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><span><span style="font-size: 100%; " >Um dia viajo pelo mundo</span></span><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">Um dia </span>paro<span style="font-size: 100%;"> de me importar com o que os outros dizem</span></span></div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">Um dia deixo de me preocupar com os bens </span>materiais</span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span >Um dia "escolho" a pessoa certa</span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span >Um dia vou fazer voluntariado para África</span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span >Um dia vou-me sentir totalmente bem comigo própria</span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span >Um dia espero ter um emprego que goste</span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span >Um dia poderei dizer que fui aos concertos das minhas bandas favoritas</span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span >Um dia ... </span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span >Infelizmente, hoje não é o dia.</span></div>Nela Leitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13481609123934649501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707502813208310586.post-10260096605979484762012-04-17T12:11:00.003-07:002012-04-17T12:51:50.180-07:00<a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lv230w0EIM1r4ry26o1_500.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lv230w0EIM1r4ry26o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltw637eQmE1qjcwhoo1_500.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltw637eQmE1qjcwhoo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m17mk3tskg1qfuil8o1_500.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m17mk3tskg1qfuil8o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lspypksZxr1qlu0djo1_500.png" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 346px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lspypksZxr1qlu0djo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luiqd0Bppc1qi23vmo1_500.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luiqd0Bppc1qi23vmo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><span ><br /></span><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span >Day8: What you want to do when you grow up.</span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span ><br /></span></div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">Se pudesse viajava a minha vida inteira, se tivesse dinheiro. era a coisa que mais me fazia </span>feliz<span style="font-size: 100%;"> no mundo! E afinal, tudo o que queremos é isso, sermos felizes. Mas infelizmente não sou rica, não tenho oportunidades dessas. Mas quando for grande não vou ser aborrecida, vou ganhar dinheiro para viajar, fuck being boring, fuck wanting to stay home all the time. I want to see the world! Gostava que os meus amigos viessem comigo, ou </span>família<span style="font-size: 100%;">, quem sabe. Mas também quero fazer uma viagem sozinha e conhecer pessoas novas. </span></span></div><div><span >Agora isto não passa de um sonho, mas believe me um dia vai ser realidade</span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span ><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span >Day9: Favorite book. O Código Da Vinci e a saga Harry Potter</span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span ><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span >Day10: Where are you from. Braga, Portugal</span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span ><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span >Day11: How old are you. 16</span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span ><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span >Day12: Sibilings. Tenho um irmão com 20 anos</span></div>Nela Leitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13481609123934649501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707502813208310586.post-63109560313770055502012-04-13T14:44:00.003-07:002012-04-13T15:14:09.509-07:00<a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltz6jwlqYo1qzh73lo1_500.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 399px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltz6jwlqYo1qzh73lo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltsfobn4Lj1qb6f1po1_500.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltsfobn4Lj1qb6f1po1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><span ><br /></span><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span >Day3: Favorite TV show. - Criminal Minds, Pretty Little Liars, Once Upon A Time, Modern Family e How I Met Your Mother </span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span ><br /></span></div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">Day4: What you want to do before you die. - Antes de morrer quero viajar pelo mundo inteiro e ir aos concertos de todas as minhas </span>bandas<span style="font-size: 100%;"> preferidas.</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span ><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span >Day5: Favorite place. - Home</span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span ><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span >Day6: Favorite drink. - café, Ice Tea de limão e sumo de laranja natural</span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span ><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span >Day7: Favorite movie. Titanic, Batman- The Dark Knight, Into the wild</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div>Nela Leitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13481609123934649501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707502813208310586.post-91031026569800293792012-04-06T07:14:00.002-07:002012-04-06T12:09:09.744-07:00<a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m226gaDwkT1r950gmo1_500.png" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 499px; height: 331px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m226gaDwkT1r950gmo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m20z9sxK431qeavgro1_500.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 750px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m20z9sxK431qeavgro1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m22kseYYgh1rt9gtjo1_500.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m22kseYYgh1rt9gtjo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; "><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Ultimamente não tenho escrito muito aqui no blog, não tenho assunto ou inspiração, não sei. Mas para não ficar muito tempo sem vir aqui vou fazer este desafio, espero que gostem xx</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; "><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: white; "><span style="font-family: inherit; "><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; line-height: 14px; ">Day1: Your full name. - Manuela Leite Fernades (not that great, I know)</span></span></span><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: white; "><span style="font-family: inherit; "><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; line-height: 14px; "><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; line-height: 14px; ">Day2: Favorite food. - Ice cream, e morangos. A-D-O-R-O </span><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; line-height: 14px; "></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; line-height: 14px; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; "><br style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "></span></div>Nela Leitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13481609123934649501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707502813208310586.post-49909139854710539682012-04-04T11:15:00.006-07:002012-04-04T11:41:47.570-07:00<a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrmq3olh6M1qh7itlo1_500.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrmq3olh6M1qh7itlo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><span ><span style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0ztw1mrHh1qis9hro1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></span></span><div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: center; "><br /></div><a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luzaqkqxmu1qjmgb2o1_500.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 350px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luzaqkqxmu1qjmgb2o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: center; "><span><br /></span></div><a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1vhd2Yl0B1r8qtfvo1_500.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 585px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1vhd2Yl0B1r8qtfvo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lytw54L9xj1qchbdfo1_500.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lytw54L9xj1qchbdfo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify; "><span ><span style="font-size: 100%; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>As férias estão a chegar ao fim, não estudei nem metade do que tencionava estudar, ainda não acabei de ler <i>Os Maias </i>e não saí à noite uma única vez. Tudo culpa minha, eu sei, mas férias são férias e não é suposto passarmos as férias a estudar! </span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Estudei um bocado de </span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">química</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> que é o que mais odeio e o que tenho mais dificuldade, nada mau. Mas ainda tenho de estudar </span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">física</span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">, biologia e geologia, o que não vai acontecer.</span></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><div style="text-align: justify; "><span ><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>Comecei a ler Os Maias na segunda feira e tenho a dizer que estou a gostar muito o que me surpreendeu, ouço muito gente a dizer que é aborrecido por causa das descrições e mais não sei o quê, mas eu gosto, gosto das descrições, da atenção ao pormenor que Eça de Queirós tem, gosto da maneira que a história avança e recua no tempo de um momento para o outro, das questões politicas e religiosas... E ainda estou a ler, quando acabar digo-vos o que achei xx</span></div></div></div></div>Nela Leitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13481609123934649501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707502813208310586.post-59050740623582002392012-03-08T07:05:00.002-08:002012-03-08T12:26:09.870-08:00<div><br /></div><div><img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwqgmoPKKm1r54drho1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 443px; height: 700px; " /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0isqsygwK1qfiuwpo1_500.jpg"><span ><br /></span></a></div><span >Eu só acho que todos aqueles que um dia disseram "como é que vou dar aos outros se nem para mim tenho?"deviam ter vergonha. </span><div><span >Nascessem eles na terra em que mais tarde, se tivessem forças, brincariam.</span></div><div><span >Comessem eles um bocado do pão que seria dividido pela família inteira e que por mais pequeno que fosse mais tarde, por ele matariam.</span></div><div><span >Chorassem eles o medo da guerra na qual mais tarde morreriam.</span></div><div><span >Gritassem eles as dores que mais tarde as noites de sono lhes tirariam.</span></div><div><span >Cantassem eles o que aquelas pessoas cantam mesmo sabendo que, mais tarde, por maus momentos passariam.</span></div><div><span >Andassem eles o que aqueles pequenos "coitados" andam mesmo sabendo que mais tarde muitas feridas lhes dariam.</span></div><div><span >Aprendessem eles os ensinamentos que os menos afortunados aprendem sentados numa pedra e que mais tarde de muito lhes serviriam. </span></div><div><span >Sobrevivessem eles ao que aquelas crianças sobreviveram p</span></div><div><span >ara poderem dizer, se a voz assim o permitir,"eu passei por tudo isto, eu só quero comer".</span></div>Nela Leitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13481609123934649501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707502813208310586.post-77709821234958147342012-03-06T09:45:00.002-08:002012-03-06T09:58:51.717-08:00<a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzxg3mBfOg1qfngqso1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzxg3mBfOg1qfngqso1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lybnmeo3ZN1qzt8yio1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lybnmeo3ZN1qzt8yio1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lw0dqpyCYg1qa13gio1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><u><br /></u></span></div><div><a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkk13zGlKB1qhy8f0o1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 411px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkk13zGlKB1qhy8f0o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></a><a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lv47z1sX9e1qdfusyo1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 401px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lv47z1sX9e1qdfusyo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqcl4v1WkU1qcwxxyo1_500.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 334px; " src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqcl4v1WkU1qcwxxyo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span ><span style="line-height: 19px; ">Gostava de ter uma príncipe só para mim que me apoiasse, fizesse rir, que me completasse; gostava de arranjar um emprego que amasse mesmo para não ter de "trabalhar" mais nenhum dia na minha vida; gostava de suficientemente rica no futuro para poder viajar pelo mundo inteiro e conhecer novas culturas, para ter uma vida sem dificuldades, ou seja ter dinheiro suficiente para poder dar quase tudo a mim e a minha família; </span></span></span><div><span style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span ><span style="line-height: 19px; ">o meu maior sonho é concretizar todos estes sonhos, o meu maior sonho é ser realmente feliz :)</span></span></span></div></div></div>Nela Leitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13481609123934649501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707502813208310586.post-4181304350603439212012-02-19T10:38:00.002-08:002012-02-20T06:16:46.470-08:00<a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyy7t1j0DK1qc99uso1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lyy7t1j0DK1qc99uso1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzkz27tLa71qa20meo1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 337px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzkz27tLa71qa20meo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzaj7yLURx1qkyj0ao1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 498px; height: 279px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzaj7yLURx1qkyj0ao1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><u><br /></u></span></div><a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzaj7yLURx1qkyj0ao1_500.jpg"></a><a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzkz27tLa71qa20meo1_500.jpg"><img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzfecpDmBJ1qa20meo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 334px; " /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As pessoas mudam, crescem e deixam coisas para trás. Até a natureza nos mostra tal, os seres vivos evoluíram, as paisagens foram mudando talvez pela interacção do homem ou pela natureza, mas mudou e continuará a mudar sempre que tiver vida.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Todos mudamos, eu cresci, mudei e vou continuar a crescer, não só por agora, não por ser a altura de crescer a altura onde passamos de crianças para adultos, mas porque mudámos um bocadinho todos os dias, acredito que crescer é uma consequência das nossas escolhas, são lições e coisas que aprendemos com a vida, todos os dias, os livros que lemos, os filmes que vemos, as pessoas que amamos. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">E com isso deixámos pessoas para trás, não por escolha mas porque simplesmente não nos conseguimos adaptar à mudança. <span style="font-size: 100%; ">Se isso acontece é porque tem de ser, porque se não tivesse de ser assim aprenderíamos a crescer juntos, como fizemos até ao ponto de que cada um fosse para o seu lado.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Espero crescer e mudar com as melhores pessoas a meu lado mesmo que com isso venha deixar algumas para trás.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div></div>Nela Leitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13481609123934649501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707502813208310586.post-13325880625241742782012-02-14T12:43:00.003-08:002012-02-14T12:48:26.296-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DmkvkbqXY_Q" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"E quando ela ri... eu tenho vontade de chorar. Não de tristeza, mas porque cada gargalhada é uma nota musical que toca ao coração e faz querer dançar."</div>Nela Leitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13481609123934649501noreply@blogger.com3