<?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-25525595</id><updated>2012-02-15T04:37:50.590Z</updated><category term='Agradecimentos'/><category term='Project'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Shake your mind'/><category term='Férias'/><category term='Verão'/><category term='Boa vida'/><title type='text'>Chronicles</title><subtitle type='html'>devaneios e afins...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-297587732579720697</id><published>2012-01-16T10:47:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-16T11:48:27.735Z</updated><title type='text'>A decepção</title><content type='html'>Constato que esta sociedade vive não só uma enorme crise de identidade, de falta de sonhos e ambição, mas acima de tudo uma enorme crise de valores. A falta de respeito e consideração por aspectos básicos da educação, aliados a uma falta tremenda de alternativas e de esperanças, estão a destruir as comunidades. O egocentrismo mais que nunca torna forma. Uma época em que o que interessa é o próprio, sem ter em consideração impactos e repercussões de acções, actos e palavras. Uma desresponsabilização e ignorância completa face à superficialidade com que se estabelecem e destroem relações. Nada é garantido, muito menos a palavra. E quando se esperava uma evolução no sentido de consciencialização pela sociedade e pelos outros, eis que se assiste exactamente ao contrário: a um completo atropelo pelo respeito e acima tudo uma perca completa da identidade sociológica que tanto se lutou para conseguir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-297587732579720697?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/297587732579720697/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=297587732579720697' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/297587732579720697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/297587732579720697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2012/01/decepcao.html' title='A decepção'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-3457690418675528013</id><published>2012-01-10T01:25:00.005Z</published><updated>2012-01-10T01:25:46.667Z</updated><title type='text'>Um abraço e um beijo</title><content type='html'>"Um abraço e um beijo era o que bastaria. Sonhar ainda é permitido, vou continuar a sonhar mesmo que toda a minha história de vida me diga que não vale a pena. Não vou desistir obstante de tudo o que acontecer. Porque a esperança é a última a morrer. E se há coisa que nos salvam neste mundo de agora é a esperança. É aquele canto do coração que teima em não gelar. Aquela parte do cérebro que teima em manter-se com um sorriso. Aquela réstia de olhar que nos pisca o olho."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-3457690418675528013?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3457690418675528013/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=3457690418675528013' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/3457690418675528013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/3457690418675528013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2012/01/um-abraco-e-um-beijo.html' title='Um abraço e um beijo'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-4628179310517168494</id><published>2012-01-03T13:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-03T13:54:08.792Z</updated><title type='text'>O Título</title><content type='html'>Quando escrevo um texto imagino o conteúdo dele. Imagino o rumo que a conversa vai levar, os aspectos sobre os quais quero escrever. Claro que quando o acabo de escrever, e ao lê-lo, rapidamente me apercebo que afinal não escrevi nada do que queria. Volto ao princípio, mudo-lhe o título, e publico.Ao pensar nisto não deixo de tentar fazer um paralelismo com a minha vida. Com as minhas acções e palavras. Sou um ser extremamente espontâneo, para o bem e para o mal. Ou melhor, para o bem, ponto. Porque o espontâneo é o real, é o não pensado nem analizado. O instinto portanto. Tudo o que digo e faço é sentido, e não pensado. Com dissabores e arrependimentos, porque se muita vez o primeiro instinto é o mais correcto, a transcrição desse instinto em acções muitas vezes não é o ideal. Com a desvantagem de não poder voltar atrás e mudar o título.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-4628179310517168494?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4628179310517168494/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=4628179310517168494' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/4628179310517168494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/4628179310517168494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-titulo.html' title='O Título'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-194885269871313762</id><published>2011-12-28T16:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-28T16:17:16.888Z</updated><title type='text'>Das voltas</title><content type='html'>Ando às voltas sem conseguir dormir. Os meus olhos fecham, as horas passam sem que eu dê por isso, o sol nasce sem me incomodar. Mas não durmo. Os pássaros acordam, enchem o ar com o seu chilrear. Mas eu não ouço. Não durmo. Eu não durmo.Não estou cansado. Subo e desço escadas sem me incomodar com as pernas que já não dobram, com os pés que já não sentem. Mas eu não me canso. Eu não durmo. As horas passam, os pássaros acordam. A lua levanta-se, muda, desaparece, muda, volta a aparecer. As horas passam. O sol volta a nascer. A chuva cai, mata, volta a dar vida. Tudo renasce. Tudo floresce. Mas as horas não passam. O sentimento não muda. Eu não durmo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-194885269871313762?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/194885269871313762/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=194885269871313762' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/194885269871313762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/194885269871313762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2011/12/das-voltas.html' title='Das voltas'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-3579969411095968901</id><published>2011-12-13T11:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-13T12:09:33.682Z</updated><title type='text'>Vestido preto</title><content type='html'>Já não escrevo aqui há tanto tempo. Não digo que é tempo de mais. Mas é muito. Não tenho muito que dizer. Tenho muito que sentir, agora dizer, escrever, explicar, já não faz muito sentido. &lt;br /&gt;Andava parado. Sossegado e feliz. Sozinho é um facto, mas era feliz. Estava feliz com o que tinha, com o que sentia, com os meus objectivos e com os meus planos. &lt;br /&gt;Até que decidiste aparecer. Agitaste tudo, involuntariamente provavelmente. Ou não. De repente a minha vida tomou outro significado. Tinha um objectivo que não fosse apenas profissional. Tinha uma paixão, uma vontade de fazer mais e melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho defeitos como toda a gente. Não sei lidar com certas coisas, tenho medos, receios, impulsos. Digo as coisas de maneira errada, sinto as coisas talvez de maneira errada. Mas nada disso invalida o que aconteceu, não lhe consegue retirar a magia, a intensidade. &lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais modos de comunicação estiverem abertos menos se pensa no que se transmite. Porque o ruído gerado por esse excesso de informação provoca desvios e desfoques. É isso que sinto. Já disse isto mil vezes. Sinto falta do contacto humano, da emotividade no olhar, no mistério do sorriso. Um toque na mão, um abanar o cabelo, uma festa, um olhar. O olhar. O teu olhar. O teu toque, o teu sorriso. O teu riso. Quando não há nada disto parece que tudo perde a magia. E entra o conflito. Entra a vontade, a necessidade. Entra o desespero, as asneiras, as palavras mal ditas, as acções mal medidas. Porque quando se pensa demais, faz-se tudo ao contrário. &lt;br /&gt;Sou espontâneo por natureza. Para o bem para o mal. Mas também sou genuíno. A mensagem por detrás tudo o que digo é real, é verdadeira. É isso que tens que perceber, não o literal. &lt;br /&gt;Já é tarde. Incrível como passou tão pouco tempo e já se fez tanta coisa errada. &lt;br /&gt;Fica a memória de uma flor e um beijo. E um abraço. E esperar que o tempo, esse termo vulgar, efémero e por vezes triste, esse tempo que tu não tens, esse tempo que eu queria partilhar, faça o seu papel. E um dia, uma hora, um minuto, algo aconteça que mude isto tudo. Que volte à magia e à paixão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-3579969411095968901?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3579969411095968901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=3579969411095968901' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/3579969411095968901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/3579969411095968901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2011/12/vestido-preto.html' title='Vestido preto'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-264660936683336432</id><published>2010-09-30T16:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T16:29:28.793+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Já vos disse que estou agora a morar em Espinho? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-264660936683336432?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/264660936683336432/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=264660936683336432' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/264660936683336432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/264660936683336432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-8079912977948301112</id><published>2010-01-05T20:26:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-05T20:27:45.121Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Só para dizer o seguinte: ando a viver tempos fantásticos. Mas isso fica para outra altura. Não sou gajo de ficar parado, projectos em ebulição constante mas que teimam em arrancar....está para breve, muito breve...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-8079912977948301112?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8079912977948301112/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=8079912977948301112' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/8079912977948301112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/8079912977948301112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-para-dizer-o-seguinte-ando-viver.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-3903516258338847838</id><published>2009-11-25T19:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-25T19:38:14.331Z</updated><title type='text'>Done</title><content type='html'>E pronto. Apenas mais uma comunicação. Tese defendida, curso concluido. Apresento-vos Mestre Eng Mecânico João Freire :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-3903516258338847838?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3903516258338847838/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=3903516258338847838' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/3903516258338847838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/3903516258338847838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/11/done.html' title='Done'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-1008209095153176128</id><published>2009-11-24T13:27:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-24T13:29:40.712Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A minha mudança poderia dar origem a vários posts sobre as experiências, o que tenho aprendido, a minha nova vida. Ao invés leva-me apenas a encerrar este capítulo. Não fecho o blog pq tem aqui mta coisa escrita, mtas lembranças. Mas neste momento ando demasiado ocupado a viver no mundo real. Finalmente tudo o que ansiava concretizou-se. Não tenho paciência para FB's, blog's e afins, assim como não tenho a necessidade de aqui escrever pq se não o faço é pq ocupo o tempo a conversar, não a teclar. Adio!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-1008209095153176128?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1008209095153176128/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=1008209095153176128' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/1008209095153176128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/1008209095153176128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/11/minha-mudanca-poderia-dar-origem-varios.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-7037065877305416368</id><published>2009-11-12T14:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-12T14:59:20.637Z</updated><title type='text'>Vou-me embora</title><content type='html'>...para Évora. Estágio de 6meses na Tyco mas com desejos de por lá ficar. Adeus Lisboa, até breve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-7037065877305416368?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7037065877305416368/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=7037065877305416368' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/7037065877305416368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/7037065877305416368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/11/vou-me-embora.html' title='Vou-me embora'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-8139424795119612953</id><published>2009-10-22T00:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T00:21:51.171+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O q se passa?</title><content type='html'>Passa-se que entreguei a tese quinta passada. Mas o trabalho não acabou, e entre celebrações por Coimbra (convívios pela primeira vez e completamente enganado, nem sabia ao que ia), Leiria (das noites mais sui generis que vivi na vida, desde música experimental altamente, dos meus amigos Sinestetas Albinos, a boa conversa com o dono da editora Rastilhos, sua namorada e uma amiga de longa data, ida ao Fade In para uma das mais eclécticas e esquizofónicas da vida, onde o ambiente, pessoal e ambiente era do melhor, culminado numa fuga de mais de duas horas pelas ruas desconhecidas dessa tão bela cidade, perseguidos por 6gajos que sem saber porquê nos decidiram brindar com uns limões atirados de um carro em andamento e correram atrás de nós como de caça nos tratássemos, enfim surreal mesmo), Coimbra de novo para um casamento repleto de...surpresas. E heis-me de volta ao trabalho, a preparar tudo para a apresentação que representará o culminar de 7longos anos. Mas para a semana, caraças, Portugal de lés a lés (e talvez arredores) vão ser meus. Venham esses feriados, essa chuva, essas noitadas, venha tudo que eu estarei para desfrutar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-8139424795119612953?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8139424795119612953/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=8139424795119612953' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/8139424795119612953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/8139424795119612953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-q-se-passa.html' title='O q se passa?'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-6933922429235811020</id><published>2009-10-07T01:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T01:58:37.698+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuva</title><content type='html'>Gosto de chuva. Gosto do cheiro a terra molhada, do barulho a cair em chapas de zinco, a pingar nas folhas, a bater violentamente na janela. Porém gosto de a sentir acompanhada de um arrepio de frio, de uma necessidade de ajeitar a gola do casaco, de me apertar e sentir quente. Não de a sentir de chinelo no pé, calções e em tronco nu às 2da manhã à janela a fumar um cigarro. Aos pouco porém tudo vai voltando ao seu ritmo normal. E eu, tal como a chuva, voltarei a fazer sentido onde pertenço, não preso a um ecrã o dia inteiro. Dia 15 está breve, e com ele, uma nova vida se avizinha. Não me preocupo com ela, apenas sei que ela vai chegar e eu vou estar pronto para a receber.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-6933922429235811020?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6933922429235811020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=6933922429235811020' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/6933922429235811020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/6933922429235811020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/10/chuva.html' title='Chuva'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-3243399596095997368</id><published>2009-09-28T15:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T15:59:33.519+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TOP 5 JOB: to own a record shop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-3243399596095997368?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3243399596095997368/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=3243399596095997368' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/3243399596095997368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/3243399596095997368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/top-5-job-to-own-record-shop.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-3035874391823188910</id><published>2009-09-28T14:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T14:08:56.003+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Comissão Europeia quer limitar volume nos leitores de música portáteis</title><content type='html'>Epá sinceramente...e consciencializar as pessoas para os factos (que já são conhecidos e falados há muito tempo) e deixa-los decidir por eles? Se querem ouvir alto ouvem, se não querem não ouvem...Ou estamos a entrar numa fase em que temos que cingir liberdades de escolha e de atitudes porque a sociedade já não consegue pensar por ela própria? Isto só me faz lembrar o filme I, Robot. Em que para proteger a raça humana a inteligência superior artificial robotizada tentou escravizar os humanos, protegendo-os deles próprios. Não querendo ser radical, mas.....dá que pensar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota: claro que estou a usar uma notícia de hoje no Público para generalizar a outras temáticas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-3035874391823188910?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3035874391823188910/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=3035874391823188910' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/3035874391823188910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/3035874391823188910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/comissao-europeia-quer-limitar-volume.html' title='Comissão Europeia quer limitar volume nos leitores de música portáteis'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-8543681416644452257</id><published>2009-09-22T15:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T01:55:26.485+01:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://richardcarletonhacker.com/images/sherlockrch375smoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 329px;" src="http://richardcarletonhacker.com/images/sherlockrch375smoke.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para este Outono vou deixar crescer o bigode, comprar um cachimbo e palmilhar as ruas de Lisboa de boina e jornal debaixo do braço, com um casaco de fazenda aos quadrados. Ah e com uma pasteleira:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-8543681416644452257?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8543681416644452257/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=8543681416644452257' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/8543681416644452257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/8543681416644452257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-5056406737039673360</id><published>2009-09-21T22:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:39:32.944+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruas Maldosas</title><content type='html'>É das ruas que vivo e me alimento. É na rua que me sinto bem. É nas ruas que está a cultura, a inovação, a diferença e a audácia. Nas &lt;a href="http://www.movimentoacordalisboa.com"&gt;RUAS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-5056406737039673360?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5056406737039673360/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=5056406737039673360' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/5056406737039673360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/5056406737039673360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/ruas-maldosas.html' title='Ruas Maldosas'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-2470159741956343917</id><published>2009-09-20T12:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T12:53:33.490+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nota Mental</title><content type='html'>Nunca mas nunca mais ir começar uma noite no Hard Rock. Não, é mm muito mau...Muito muito muito mau.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-2470159741956343917?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2470159741956343917/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=2470159741956343917' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/2470159741956343917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/2470159741956343917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/nota-mental.html' title='Nota Mental'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-7745683348863687543</id><published>2009-09-19T00:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T00:04:38.117+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agradecimentos'/><title type='text'>Agradecimentos</title><content type='html'>E assim se sabe que o fruto do trabalho ao longo de 7anos está a chegar ao fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Este trabalho não poderia ter sido feito sem o essencial apoio de várias pessoas que, voluntária ou involuntariamente incutiram motivação e inspiração mesmo nos momentos mais difíceis.&lt;br /&gt;À minha família, em especial ao meu Pai e à minha Mãe, que sem eles nada disto seria possível. Local de trabalho, tecto acolhedor e sossegado para repousar a mente, condições mais que suficientes para assegurar um bem estar e uma calmia que me permitiram momentos longos de reflexão e pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;Ao Daniel e ao Bruno por terem acompanhado as minhas exaustivas explicações sobre os procedimentos que me propus a implementar, quando estes ameaçavam só fazer sentido na minha cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;Ao Prof. Caldas Pinto que me guiou e orientou durante o processo de amadurecimento da ideia até à fase de conclusão, nunca se abstendo de criticar quando era preciso, nem que para isso me fizesse duvidar do sucesso da minha demanda.&lt;br /&gt;Ao Pedro Morgado por ter discutido aspectos técnicos que poucos perceberiam.&lt;br /&gt;Ao Gonçalo Vinagre por me ter acompanhado nos anos em que o gosto pela programação e automação cresceram em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Ao Gaspar, Hélder, Sara, Pedro Mona e Hélia por terem ouvido vezes sem conta as minhas lamúrias e queixas da tese, por no Verão terem dado uso às minhas facilidade de divertimento enquanto eu fechado em casa lutava por me concentrar, por todos os fins de semana que me permitiram descarregar frustrações e carregar baterias.&lt;br /&gt;Ao Marlo, por todos os momentos passados e vários brainstorming partilhados, mesmo quando a única resposta que obtinha era um longo silêncio de alguém que não percebia nada do assunto, mas que depois dizia “vá força com isso então”. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-7745683348863687543?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7745683348863687543/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=7745683348863687543' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/7745683348863687543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/7745683348863687543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/agradecimentos.html' title='Agradecimentos'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-9054459185978386341</id><published>2009-09-18T11:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T11:15:26.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases e acontecimentos</title><content type='html'>Hoje iniciei oficialmente a minha participação no &lt;a href="htp://www.movimentoacordalisboa.com"&gt;MAL&lt;/a&gt; com um artigo também publicado no meu &lt;a href="http://rocknrolltv.blogspot.com"&gt;outro canto&lt;/a&gt;, apesar de num não ter opinião mas no outro sim. Visitem e reajam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-9054459185978386341?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/9054459185978386341/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=9054459185978386341' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/9054459185978386341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/9054459185978386341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/frases-e-acontecimentos.html' title='Frases e acontecimentos'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-783686278352679035</id><published>2009-09-14T20:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:26:22.765+01:00</updated><title type='text'>FDS</title><content type='html'>Como aqui já tinha dito, o meu fim de semana iria ser preenchido. E foi efectivamente. Sexta vi o filme The Hangover, um filme de ir às lágrimas :D Sábado a exposição foi fenomenal, contactos, conversas realmente interessantes, música relaxante (ah! já para não dizer que tive a oportunidade de passar som no Pátio da Inquisição) e de seguida Kitsch@Praça da República. Ontem LEDBombing@Museu EDP enquadrado no Pecha Kucha 2009. Várias peças interessantes de designers internacionais, música interessante, pessoas "bonitas", mas o cansaço obrigou-me a abandonar mais cedo. Porém uma das noites mais interessantes nos últimos tempos, com uma companhia fenomenal e interessante. Mais por favor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cumprimentos MALdosos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-783686278352679035?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/783686278352679035/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=783686278352679035' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/783686278352679035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/783686278352679035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/fds.html' title='FDS'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-3110498874822738643</id><published>2009-09-10T23:17:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:20:23.508+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Movimento Acorda Lisboa</title><content type='html'>E do nada tudo aparece. Visitem &lt;a href="http://www.movimentoacordalisboa.com"&gt;MAL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este domingo há LED Bombing. Este Sábado há &lt;a href="http://www.strangerfestial.com"&gt;Stranger Festival&lt;/a&gt; em Coimbra, Pátio da Inquisição. Esta sexta haverá copos com amigos. Bellissimo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-3110498874822738643?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3110498874822738643/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=3110498874822738643' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/3110498874822738643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/3110498874822738643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/movimento-acorda-lisboa.html' title='Movimento Acorda Lisboa'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-8671801756438932162</id><published>2009-09-07T14:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T14:37:07.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabor a...novidade</title><content type='html'>Porque tudo está a mudar. Para melhor ou pior logo se verá. Apenas um pequeno aparte, que raio é que se passa comigo que já há praticamente quatro(!!!!) anos não "estou" com nenhuma Portuguesa? OK tirem um ano que estive fora mas de resto, que se passa? Desenvolvi uma personalidade e um feitio incompatíveis com a nacionalidade, ou os círculos que frequento não têm sido dos melhores para esse tipo de "amizades"? Diga-se de passagem que também não têm sido muitos os interesses sérios encontrados, parece que esbarro sempre nas particularidades típicas da maioria das mulheres (vá miúdas, porque mulheres não conheço assim muitas, estará aqui talvez o problema) que invalida qualquer tipo de relacionamento. Ou será que me estou a marimbar completamente para este assunto que nem faço nada para o mudar?:D OK está encontrada a resposta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-8671801756438932162?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8671801756438932162/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=8671801756438932162' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/8671801756438932162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/8671801756438932162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/sabor-anovidade.html' title='Sabor a...novidade'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-4241833501130000317</id><published>2009-09-04T02:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T02:19:42.599+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Radar</title><content type='html'>2 da manhã. Cheguei de uma noite de ERASMUS mas a falar português. É curioso ter conhecido as primeiras pessoas de ERASMUS em Lisboa no dia em que faz 2anos que fui para a Áustria. E Lisboa sabe diferente. Sabe a festa, sabe a liberdade, sabe a diversão. Não sabe a confusão, a trabalho, a trânsito. E é uma sensação boa. Engraçado como me sinto tão estrangeiro nesta cidade como eles. E será para continuar. Já tinha saudades de falar francês, espanhol, alemão, inglês, português, italiano...de misturar tudo e fazer sentido. O mais engraçado é que agora estou em casa a ouvir a rádio Radar, uma entrevista do Herman José...ouvir é diferente...cultura, vida, experiência...chamem-lhe ridículo, pimba, gay, o que quiserem...mas sem dúvida mete gosto ouvir este poço de experiência e de cultura. E de facto imagem, televisão, DVD's, etc...não, rádio por favor. Uma das coisas que mais gostaria de fazer era rádio.Talvez no outro canto explorarei essa vontade. Preciso de estímulos, de coisas diferentes.E esta cidade, apesar de não gostar dela pelo simples facto de para lá viver tenho que conduzir pelo trânsito, pagar 8€ por 3horas de estacionamento, andar a fugir das operações stop, quando experienciada como deve ser, aí sim, é das melhores para se viver. Força na mudança, tenho vontade disso pelo menos. E se for preciso ERASMUS mostrarem-me do que esta cidade é capaz, que venham então.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-4241833501130000317?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4241833501130000317/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=4241833501130000317' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/4241833501130000317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/4241833501130000317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/radar.html' title='Radar'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-1746031429136690219</id><published>2009-09-03T17:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T17:27:14.510+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2anos</title><content type='html'>Há dois anos chegava eu à maior aventura da minha vida até agora. Esse ano vai ficar marcado para sempre na minha memória, os amigos que fiz, as loucuras que cometi, tudo ao mais alto nível pois claro. Venham mais anos desses que fazem falta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-1746031429136690219?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1746031429136690219/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=1746031429136690219' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/1746031429136690219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/1746031429136690219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/09/2anos.html' title='2anos'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-428453902401269432</id><published>2009-08-18T14:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T14:04:05.578+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><title type='text'>E a animação continua</title><content type='html'>Um amigo meu de ERASMUS está cá. E tem sido um fartote.Ensaios, concertos, noites, relembrar os passos em Graz. De facto para quê preocupar-me em conhecer pessoas "à força", com quem pelos vistos não há quaisquer ligações, pontos de interesse ou curiosidade? Tenho tudo o que preciso, agora é só aproveitar :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-428453902401269432?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/428453902401269432/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=428453902401269432' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/428453902401269432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/428453902401269432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-animacao-continua.html' title='E a animação continua'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-592596328800098828</id><published>2009-08-10T12:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:05:10.924+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pq nada é perfeito, mas quase</title><content type='html'>Os amigos não se procuram, encontram-se. Resume bem estas festas de Agosto em Ansião. Desde churrascada de bacalhau, caldeirada de peixe para 10 pessoas, jantarada com a malta do futsal feminino, churrascada para 11 (era suposto ser mais mas só faz falta quem está:D) com direito a banhos nocturnos de piscina, tudo isto acompanhado por tinto com fartura, cerveja e servido até as 7 da manhã. Agora é hora de fazer balanços, recuperar um pouco o sono e voltar ao trabalho. Tem que ser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-592596328800098828?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/592596328800098828/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=592596328800098828' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/592596328800098828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/592596328800098828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/08/pq-nada-e-perfeito-mas-quase.html' title='Pq nada é perfeito, mas quase'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-3951994290134565848</id><published>2009-08-06T11:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T11:08:27.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha coisas que vêm por bem</title><content type='html'>Misturem 3metades de laranja, limas, melancia, pastéis de nata e afins e o resultado é 1manhã bem complicada. mas valeu todos os minutos :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-3951994290134565848?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3951994290134565848/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=3951994290134565848' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/3951994290134565848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/3951994290134565848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/08/ha-coisas-que-vem-por-bem.html' title='Ha coisas que vêm por bem'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-9042081388654380471</id><published>2009-08-03T15:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T15:23:00.391+01:00</updated><title type='text'>26-Julho-2007</title><content type='html'>Eras diferente. Alegre, bem-disposta, tranquila. Não tinhas a mentalidade fechada, tacanha, pequena das gentes daí. E todas as pessoas reparavam nisso. Para muitos eras uma destravada, sem leis nem limites. Mas nós sabíamos como tu eras. Eras mais sensível que muitas que não te percebiam. Eras sincera, sem falsos medos nem falsas presunções.&lt;br /&gt;Até que de repente, foste embora. Numa estrada qualquer de merda, num acidente estúpido sem jeito nenhum. E toda uma terra chorou. Toda uma terra sofreu. Todo um mundo desabou. Nunca mais nada foi o mesmo, quem te conheceu ficou tocada por ti, pelo teu encanto. E pela tua ausência. Já não voltas, mentiste-me. Disseste que ia embora e tudo ficava na mesma. Não ficou. Nunca mais vai ficar. Todos os momentos sentimos a tua falta. Sentimos o que tu poderias oferecer. Já passaram dois anos mas a dor ficou. E ficará. Até sempre, o teu sorriso nunca mais ficará esquecido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-9042081388654380471?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/9042081388654380471/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=9042081388654380471' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/9042081388654380471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/9042081388654380471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/08/26-julho-2007.html' title='26-Julho-2007'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-7934912937223107765</id><published>2009-07-24T14:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T14:07:31.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Encerrado para balanço</title><content type='html'>Vou-me pró Norte. PdC será o meu destino. Até ao meu regresso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-7934912937223107765?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7934912937223107765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=7934912937223107765' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/7934912937223107765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/7934912937223107765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/encerrado-para-balanco.html' title='Encerrado para balanço'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-1750314142519997794</id><published>2009-07-22T20:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:03:31.687+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Who are you to judge me? Who are you to tell me what can i or should i say? Who are you to judge my looks, my actions? On what do u base your judgement? Let me be me, let me do my own choices, take my own chances. Just because i'm not like everybody else, that just mean that i'm something else...So yeah i play by my own rules, i do my own thing...if u like, if u don't like, well sorry then u don't like me, cause everthing is a part of who i am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(conversa hipotética com a sociedade)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-1750314142519997794?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1750314142519997794/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=1750314142519997794' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/1750314142519997794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/1750314142519997794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-6007678388265522073</id><published>2009-07-21T17:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T17:26:16.712+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Choose</title><content type='html'>Life comes with no guarantees, no time outs, no second chances. you just have to live life to the fullest, tell someone what they mean to you and tell someone off, speak out, dance in the pouring rain, hold someone’s hand, comfort a friend, fall asleep watching the sun come up, stay up late, be a flirt, and smile until your face hurts. Don’t be afraid to take chances or fall in love and most of all, live in the moment because every second you spend angry or upset is a second of happiness you can never get back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tive que te roubar o texto desculpa, mas está divinal.Ansioso por te encontrar. Beso)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-6007678388265522073?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6007678388265522073/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=6007678388265522073' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/6007678388265522073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/6007678388265522073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/choose.html' title='Choose'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-2003371654466586368</id><published>2009-07-20T23:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:14:49.720+01:00</updated><title type='text'>RollerCoaster</title><content type='html'>Eu mudo de humor muito facilmente. Tanto estou nos píncaros como chego lá abaixo num instante. E não é preciso muito. Mas ainda bem que subo com a mesma "facilidade" com que desço, senão estava tramado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-2003371654466586368?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2003371654466586368/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=2003371654466586368' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/2003371654466586368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/2003371654466586368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/rollercoaster.html' title='RollerCoaster'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-3725987154676417845</id><published>2009-07-20T10:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T10:31:34.555+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Observações</title><content type='html'>Já alguma vez chegaram à segunda e olhando para trás aperceberem-se que o fim-de-semana não teve jeito nenhum? Começando por "só dizes, escreves e fazes o que não deves", continuando num "bora à praia que tá um calor do caraças c*** é no furacão que vai por lá passar" e num "ah e tal tá vento siga pra piscina mas quando lá estiveres vão-te partir o nariz (que ainda tá inchado, malditos óculos que não deixam isto passar)" e acabando em noites frias pa caraças que nem na Áustria estava tanto frio nesta altura que acho que me constipei....Venha mais uma semana cheia de diversão e saídas e ver pessoal e tal...PÉTACULO...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-3725987154676417845?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3725987154676417845/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=3725987154676417845' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/3725987154676417845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/3725987154676417845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/observacoes.html' title='Observações'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-6072784510468327098</id><published>2009-07-14T18:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T18:34:47.253+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Já há ano e meio que esta série tem sido a minha companheira dos tempos mortos. Já vi e revi, prestando sempre atenção a todos os detalhes, pérolas e quotes de um humor fantástico. Passo a transcrever algumas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolowitz: I'm a horny engineer, Leonard. I never joke about math or sex;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolowitz: First we let the lawyers and the jock thin the heard, then we go after the weak, the old and the lame&lt;br /&gt;Leonard: That's your system?&lt;br /&gt;Wolowitz: Yeah and if you spot a girl with a seeing eye dog, she's mine;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolowitz: Okay! Let me just go inside and slip off my underwear.&lt;br /&gt;Leonard: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Wolowitz: Well if I get lucky, I certainly don't want to be caught in my Aquaman briefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howard: you know what would bea great idea? We get some girls over here and we play laser obstacle strip chess&lt;br /&gt;Leonard: Believe me howard, any girl who would want to play that, you don't want to see naked&lt;br /&gt;Howard: You underestimate me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonard: Come on, guys, push!&lt;br /&gt;Howard: If I push any harder I'm gonna give birth to my colon.&lt;br /&gt;Raj: I can't feel my fingers. Hurry up!&lt;br /&gt;Sheldon: It's the same amount of work no matter how fast you go—basic physics.&lt;br /&gt;Raj: Sheldon, if my fingers ever work again, I've got a job for the middle one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(More to come :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-6072784510468327098?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6072784510468327098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=6072784510468327098' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/6072784510468327098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/6072784510468327098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/ja-ha-ano-e-meio-que-esta-serie-tem.html' title=''/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-6855735964665261898</id><published>2009-07-10T12:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T12:01:42.125+01:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>Anda uma sereia à solta na minha piscina...aceita-se recompensa pela sua captura :D Bom fds menina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-6855735964665261898?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6855735964665261898/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=6855735964665261898' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/6855735964665261898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/6855735964665261898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-2336735425039708033</id><published>2009-07-09T10:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T10:27:38.209+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sgass</title><content type='html'>Esta semana tenho acordado sempre todo dorido, parece que ando a levar tareias diárias...É que um gajo até acorda bem disposto mas mal me levanto lá se vai a boa disposição pó caneco...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-2336735425039708033?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2336735425039708033/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=2336735425039708033' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/2336735425039708033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/2336735425039708033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/sgass.html' title='Sgass'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-1563264863830359668</id><published>2009-07-07T22:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:01:00.601+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Incrível...</title><content type='html'>...como não tenho nada de jeito para contar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-1563264863830359668?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1563264863830359668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=1563264863830359668' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/1563264863830359668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/1563264863830359668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/07/incrivel.html' title='Incrível...'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-4536682435953298448</id><published>2009-06-24T12:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T12:36:11.477+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E já está...</title><content type='html'>candidatura para os estágio InovContacto já está feita. Agora é esperar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-4536682435953298448?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4536682435953298448/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=4536682435953298448' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/4536682435953298448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/4536682435953298448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/e-ja-esta.html' title='E já está...'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-7224374542233342067</id><published>2009-06-23T10:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T10:33:55.011+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Onde gastar o dinheiro?</title><content type='html'>(se o tivesse..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora bem as minhas próximas aquisições vão ser:&lt;br /&gt;-bilhete para Muse (já comprado:D)&lt;br /&gt;-bilhete para PdC&lt;br /&gt;-talvez bilhete para DMB&lt;br /&gt;-CD/DVD de Legendary Tiger Man&lt;br /&gt;-CD de Murder Tripping Blues&lt;br /&gt;-ficar em Lx próximo fds e ir ao concerto na ZDB de Black Bombain e Alto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(e já chega não??ah! esqueci-me de dizer que ganhei o EuroMilhões (ou não...))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-7224374542233342067?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7224374542233342067/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=7224374542233342067' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/7224374542233342067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/7224374542233342067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/onde-gastar-o-dinheiro.html' title='Onde gastar o dinheiro?'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-5606216889232857884</id><published>2009-06-22T18:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T10:31:19.314+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E tu onde gostarias de acordar?</title><content type='html'>Onde gostarias de acordar amanhã? 50 pessoas, uma pergunta, várias respostas. O conceito já não é novo, começou em New Orleans com a pergunta:"o que é que gostavas que acontecesse até ao final do dia?". Hoje deparei-me com &lt;a href="http://valetacomum.blogspot.com"&gt;esta fantástico blog&lt;/a&gt;, com as perguntas e os vídeos. Decidi pôr aqui também. A minha resposta vai para Miami, nas Keys, no hotel submergido..e ficar por aquelas paragens por uns tempos. Era bom não era? E vocês, onde gostariam de acordar amanhã?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2540216&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=1&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2540216&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=1&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/2540216"&gt;Fifty People, One Question: Brooklyn&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/askyourself"&gt;Fifty People, One Question&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT] Ontem esqueci-me de introduzir o vídeo lamento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-5606216889232857884?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5606216889232857884/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=5606216889232857884' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/5606216889232857884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/5606216889232857884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/e-tu-onde-gostarias-de-acordar.html' title='E tu onde gostarias de acordar?'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-4748417665067522808</id><published>2009-06-22T10:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T10:36:03.094+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E não é que tou cansado?</title><content type='html'>Este fds foi completamente atípico. Dormi, fiz desporto, tardes inteiras de papo para o ar na piscina, andei de buggy, sábado até vim cedo para casa (1.30...), mas mm assim tou todo moído e com uma moleza.................................semana longa esta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-4748417665067522808?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4748417665067522808/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=4748417665067522808' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/4748417665067522808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/4748417665067522808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/e-nao-e-que-tou-cansado.html' title='E não é que tou cansado?'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-2902187450592039546</id><published>2009-06-19T11:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:36:28.182+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Assim vale a pena...</title><content type='html'>...viver em Lx. Pôr do Sol no Adamastor, abertura da nova loja Waves and Woods @ Travessa da Queimada 36 (passem por lá), jantar de bloguistas (ou blogueiros ou whatever, o próximo já se chamará jantar de amigos que se conheceram através do blog :D), pub crawling @ Bairro Alto e para finalizar Cais do Sodré Funk Conection @ MusicBox. Foi assim o meu final de 5a. E agora fim de semana é fora de Lx, porque bailarico @ Sarzdela + piscina + morangoskas não se obtém aqui. Até segunda, tenham um santo (e regado) fim de semana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-2902187450592039546?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2902187450592039546/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=2902187450592039546' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/2902187450592039546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/2902187450592039546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/assim-vale-pena.html' title='Assim vale a pena...'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-4961061160434235511</id><published>2009-06-17T17:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T17:49:23.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Epá...</title><content type='html'>Será que é complicado circular pela direita??É que não há pachorra, se querem ir a pastar então encostem à direita e dêem espaço a quem quer passar. Por isso é que o trânsito é o caos que é.Porra!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-4961061160434235511?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4961061160434235511/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=4961061160434235511' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/4961061160434235511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/4961061160434235511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/epa.html' title='Epá...'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-8936032034241533326</id><published>2009-06-08T16:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:16:46.038+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Semana...</title><content type='html'>...de férias...apenas irei usar o computador para o essencial, coisa pouca portanto. Bons feriados e santo antónio, voltarei na próxima semana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-8936032034241533326?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8936032034241533326/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=8936032034241533326' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/8936032034241533326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/8936032034241533326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/semana.html' title='Semana...'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-3526495412216737876</id><published>2009-06-05T12:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T12:36:35.202+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project'/><title type='text'>LXÈnsemble Projects</title><content type='html'>Aquando da minha viagem pela Europa parei em Graz, Áustria. Tinhamos um pequeno projecto em mãos que, após esforço, dedicação e inspiração (eheh) deu no seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SikDGa5jrFI/AAAAAAAABCg/2gtL2oXMVxM/s1600-h/DSC01425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SikDGa5jrFI/AAAAAAAABCg/2gtL2oXMVxM/s400/DSC01425.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343805841686637650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SikDGEtXv6I/AAAAAAAABCY/wCvePR6yk2I/s1600-h/DSC01421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SikDGEtXv6I/AAAAAAAABCY/wCvePR6yk2I/s400/DSC01421.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343805835729944482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A prenda ideal para o sobrinho do Faia. Aceitam-se encomendas (a sério, aceitam-se mesmo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-3526495412216737876?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3526495412216737876/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=3526495412216737876' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/3526495412216737876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/3526495412216737876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/lxensemble-projects.html' title='LXÈnsemble Projects'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SikDGa5jrFI/AAAAAAAABCg/2gtL2oXMVxM/s72-c/DSC01425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-1757499220196567904</id><published>2009-06-05T12:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T12:16:08.599+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Epá Epá Epá...</title><content type='html'>...não gosto nada disto. M**** de tempo. Para quê então os feriados da próxima semana? HUM? É como pessoas como a menina Lua que isto tá como tá. Andam praí a pedir chuva e frio e tal mas esqueceram-se de mudar a morada no S. Pedro só pode...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-1757499220196567904?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1757499220196567904/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=1757499220196567904' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/1757499220196567904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/1757499220196567904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/epa-epa-epa.html' title='Epá Epá Epá...'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-64510957106781343</id><published>2009-06-02T22:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:12:05.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As vezes...</title><content type='html'>...só me apetece agarrar no carro e desaparecer. Nem é por nada de especial, apenas me sinto mais que preso numa cidade em que não me identifico minimamente. Ok há a cultura, a variedade, a música, os bares. Mas anexado a isso vem a confusão, o trânsito, os preços ridículos. Não há a noção de amizade que se encontra em sítios mais recatados, não há a intimidade de sermos tratados num bar como se grandes amigos (que somos) fossemos, é tudo impessoal, forçado, falso. Onde estão aqueles amigos que se juntam num spot qualquer, há sempre animação, não estão presos à m**** de ritmo da cidade. Espontaneidade acho que é a melhor palavra para definir o que me falta aqui. Falta-me poder ser espontâneo, dizer siga beber café e em 10min estar lá, dizer vamos a tua casa ouvir um som sem que os vizinhos batam na parede. Liberdade precisa-se.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-64510957106781343?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/64510957106781343/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=64510957106781343' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/64510957106781343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/64510957106781343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-vezes.html' title='As vezes...'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-574601811932448790</id><published>2009-06-02T10:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T10:49:39.339+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Há dias assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SiT1qU-uXnI/AAAAAAAABCQ/bUtVR0tqTZ0/s1600-h/Picture+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SiT1qU-uXnI/AAAAAAAABCQ/bUtVR0tqTZ0/s320/Picture+052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342665165503356530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades de muita coisa. De encontros fugazes, de situações estranhas, de momentos estranhos. Mas acima de tudo tenho saudades de viver o dia. Ando à espera que algo disto me aconteça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYNOPSIS&lt;br /&gt;A girl misses her train to Milan and is set to wait overnight in Rome until dawn. However, a chance encounter with a guy changes her plans and the night lights of the capital turn into the background to a tender love story. An extraordinary chemistry made of knowing glances and small gestures fills the few instants that separate them both from the sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short film made with 4500+ still photographs. Shot with a Canon EOS 30D camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BIG&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="yellow"&gt;Notte Sento&lt;/BIG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2078991&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2078991&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobri este videoclip por acaso, mesmo mesmo agora... aqui fica também:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=851110&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=851110&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW a felicidade é relativa............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-574601811932448790?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/574601811932448790/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=574601811932448790' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/574601811932448790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/574601811932448790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/ha-dias-assim.html' title='Há dias assim...'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SiT1qU-uXnI/AAAAAAAABCQ/bUtVR0tqTZ0/s72-c/Picture+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-3859825917369434578</id><published>2009-06-01T10:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:31:33.308+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verão'/><title type='text'>UI...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SiOuAPG8nAI/AAAAAAAABCI/LXGmo1YULHo/s1600-h/DSC01379(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SiOuAPG8nAI/AAAAAAAABCI/LXGmo1YULHo/s400/DSC01379(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342304902070443010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...que além de estar todo moído, mordido de melgas e todo arranhado, even so, it was a bad'ass weekend man :D ahahahah bring it on now. 2tarde passadas entre amigos, piscina e algo que se assemelha a pólo aquático, noites regadas com muita música, conversas e divertimento. Que mais se pode pedir? Ah!! Já sei, que seja sexta outra vez. (O que vale é que para a semana nem vou pôr os pés em Lisboa, para quê???!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-3859825917369434578?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3859825917369434578/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=3859825917369434578' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/3859825917369434578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/3859825917369434578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/ui.html' title='UI...'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SiOuAPG8nAI/AAAAAAAABCI/LXGmo1YULHo/s72-c/DSC01379(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-597873246674789151</id><published>2009-05-29T14:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:05:40.236+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boa vida'/><title type='text'>E lá vou eu...</title><content type='html'>...rumo à boa vida, às morangoskas, ao relax.Que bem preciso :) bom fds e aproveitem o bom tempo que não irá durar muito palpita-me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-597873246674789151?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/597873246674789151/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=597873246674789151' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/597873246674789151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/597873246674789151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-la-vou-eu.html' title='E lá vou eu...'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-6781854205817761452</id><published>2009-05-29T02:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T02:17:42.712+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexão</title><content type='html'>Isto de sair de casa a "meio" da semana tem as suas vantagens. Quebra-se a monotonia da semana, da rotina, do hábito.Interage-se com outras pessoas, fala-se com quem nunca se falou na vida, vês personagens que provavelmente nunca mais irás ver. Trocam-se ideias, expandem-se horizontes. Criam-se sonhos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou assim, a minha cabeça sempre a mil, milhentos projectos que se formam, crescem, tomam conta do meu intelecto. E depois, qual supernova, explodem e levam com eles mais um bocado da minha esperança. Por designação sou um idiota, um crítico, um "génio" incompreendido. Incompreendido por mim mesmo. Não tenho a capacidade de ter uma ideia, de a desenvolver e tentar fazer algo dela. Porque nem eu acredito nela.Muitas vezes quando comunicada desperta nas pessoas aquela cara de "porra que este gajo se calhar até tem uma boa cabeça", mas se as voltas a ver passado uns meses chegam à conclusão que continuei a fazer o mesmo que fazia, que apenas tenho mais ideias e consequentemente mais frustrações. E isso tem que mudar, tenho que evoluir, que fazer algo. Mesmo. Construir algo que saia da minha cabeça. Sem esperar apoios, sem esperar reconhecimento ou atenção. Apenas fazer. E quando o fizer, aí sim, voltarei a falar das ideias, dos projectos, das utopias. Até lá, trabalhar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como já perceberam tenho a cabeça à roda de tanta informação. Era capaz de escrever,escrever, escrever. Fica em rascunho, irei publicar com calma e serenidade. Agora vou dormir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-6781854205817761452?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6781854205817761452/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=6781854205817761452' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/6781854205817761452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/6781854205817761452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/reflexao.html' title='Reflexão'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-6460841620526186585</id><published>2009-05-28T16:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:18:49.573+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shake your mind'/><title type='text'>Por hoje não me apetecer tar em casa à noite...</title><content type='html'>...irei a uma sessão de cinelençol em Lisboa. O que é isto? Basicamente um lençol estendido n1 jardim e criatividade a rodos a passar nessa tela improvisada. A ideia é do &lt;a href="www.movimentoacordalisboa.com"&gt;Movimento Acorda Lisboa&lt;/a&gt;. Já participei em algumas iniciativas deles, recomendo vivamente. Quinta-feira, 28 de Maio, 22horas&lt;br /&gt;JARDIM do XAFARIZ à Rua do Século, apareçam e divulguem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-6460841620526186585?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6460841620526186585/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=6460841620526186585' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/6460841620526186585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/6460841620526186585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/porque-hoje-nao-me-apetecer-tar-em-casa.html' title='Por hoje não me apetecer tar em casa à noite...'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-1107713656937019594</id><published>2009-05-28T12:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T12:30:01.371+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Vida boa...</title><content type='html'>...é ter uma piscina à espera e um jarro de morangoskas para malhar. Alguém se junta? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-1107713656937019594?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1107713656937019594/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=1107713656937019594' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/1107713656937019594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/1107713656937019594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/vida-boa.html' title='Vida boa...'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-3609681867975482254</id><published>2009-05-26T12:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T12:58:07.555+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hora de almoço</title><content type='html'>E o que tá no frigorífico é 1espetada e 3fatias de entremeada...HUM!!! Muito simples, vou ali inventar já volto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT]&lt;br /&gt;Ora bem. Corta-se a carne aos bocados, pimenta, alho, cebola e sal. Frita-se. Põs-se massa tagliatella a cozer. Quando tiver frito bota-se vinho branco para cozer um bocado na binhaça. Enquanto isso corta-se queijo aos bocados pq não há mozarella em casa. Bota-se feijão vermelho, ervilhas, 1s fatiazinhas de bacon e o queijo na massa. Envolve-se tudo. Na carne bota-se um cadito de natas, mais 1s oregãos, cominhos e coentros moídos (à falta dos frescos...ai campo campo onde tu tás?) e pronto. Um verdadeiro "pétaculo" eheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-3609681867975482254?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3609681867975482254/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=3609681867975482254' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/3609681867975482254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/3609681867975482254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/hora-de-almoco.html' title='Hora de almoço'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-8890919861258893569</id><published>2009-05-26T01:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T01:16:36.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O que se faz...</title><content type='html'>...à uma e tal da manhã por estes cantos? Ora bem acabo de divulgar a minha mais recente actividade no &lt;A HREF="http://rocknrolltv.blogspot.com"&gt;outro blog&lt;/a&gt;, acabei o maravilhoso sorvet de morango, ouvi o album inteiro de Radiohead (Pablo Honey) e andei a recolher inspirações para a renovação dos meus dois espaços... Se bem que estas escasseiam. Portanto se alguém tiver uma ideia apite :D Bom Terça&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-8890919861258893569?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8890919861258893569/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=8890919861258893569' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/8890919861258893569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/8890919861258893569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-que-se-faz.html' title='O que se faz...'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-6528296817810021252</id><published>2009-05-25T23:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:48:34.954+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O ideal...#2</title><content type='html'>...é meter 300gr de morangos, açucar e gelo, triturar tudo e desfrutar ao som Radiohead. Qual Haagen Daas qual quê :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-6528296817810021252?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6528296817810021252/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=6528296817810021252' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/6528296817810021252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/6528296817810021252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/idea.html' title='O ideal...#2'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-8026758247464701765</id><published>2009-05-20T10:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T10:32:06.636+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O ideal...</title><content type='html'>...é aproveitar fins de semana onde se tem casa e ir para lá fazer 1fds mais q prolongado eheheh. Enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-8026758247464701765?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8026758247464701765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=8026758247464701765' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/8026758247464701765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/8026758247464701765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-ideal.html' title='O ideal...'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-560882203790584111</id><published>2009-05-18T17:33:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:44:10.869+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem Título (3)</title><content type='html'>Desde aquele dia nunca mais te vi. A minha vida também mudou, é normal que, por falta de métodos de contacto, e de já não frequentarmos os mesmos sítios, as hipóteses de nos cruzarmos era nulas. &lt;br /&gt;Naquele dia fiquei com a ideia que estava ali a nascer alguma coisa. Já foi à tanto tempo. Já nem me lembro do teu nome (alguma vez tive essa informação?) Agora que penso não sei nada teu, a não ser o brilho dos teus olhos, os tiques do teu sorriso, o cantar do teu riso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Olá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era o que devia ter dito há mais tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Como te chamas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo tão simples. Mas tão complicado.&lt;br /&gt;A minha vida é uma ode ao imperfeito, ao acaso, ao vento. Ao vento?? Tudo flutua, tudo pode ser arrastado, tudo pode ser levantado (dá-me uma alavanca e um apoio e levantarei o mundo). Porque uma alavanca tosca, com um apoio colocado ao acaso e com vento a favor, levar-me-á a todos os cantos do mundo, a todos os lados onde preciso ir. Porque eu não quero ir, não quero evoluir. Muito mais que isso, estou destinado a ir, a voltar, a evoluir, a subir, a descer...a viver, a fazer viver. A questionar. A amar, a sonhar. A tudo isto. Acima de tudo estou destinado a ser eu, a ser grande, grande nas ideias, nos ideias, nos pensamentos. Grande comigo mesmo. Grande em mim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À vida, à amizade, aos momentos. A ti. Vou começar à tua procura. Andas aí, misturada neste mundo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-560882203790584111?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/560882203790584111/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=560882203790584111' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/560882203790584111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/560882203790584111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/sem-titulo-3.html' title='Sem Título (3)'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-299953076165611160</id><published>2009-05-13T00:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T00:35:13.818+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque...</title><content type='html'>...ainda perco tempo com coisas que não valem a pena?! Pfff n se aprende nunca tou a ver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-299953076165611160?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/299953076165611160/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=299953076165611160' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/299953076165611160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/299953076165611160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/porque.html' title='Porque...'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-2701550037049113844</id><published>2009-05-08T14:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T14:27:18.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Epá...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fnac.pt/images/shots/_2200014313778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.fnac.pt/images/shots/_2200014313778.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caro mas.....hum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-2701550037049113844?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2701550037049113844/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=2701550037049113844' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/2701550037049113844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/2701550037049113844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/epa.html' title='Epá...'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-3240594524973831334</id><published>2009-05-07T18:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T18:36:14.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje...</title><content type='html'>...fartei-me de trabalhar, estou agora a tratar da detecção de cor em tempo real que não está fácil...entretanto ando-me a viciar em Pearl Jam. Mais vale tarde que nunca :D o fds tá à porta, mas o tempo tá a piorar...hum ainda não é desta que abro a piscina. Entretanto já tenho a casa toda pintada, maravilha. Agora é encher aquilo de flores até mais não. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E anda aí um projecto a formar-se...vamos lá ver no que isto dá.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-3240594524973831334?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3240594524973831334/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=3240594524973831334' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/3240594524973831334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/3240594524973831334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/hoje.html' title='Hoje...'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-6920070826906922182</id><published>2009-05-06T14:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:26:04.824+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bom bom...</title><content type='html'>...é estar a trabalhar com ar condicionada :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-6920070826906922182?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6920070826906922182/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=6920070826906922182' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/6920070826906922182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/6920070826906922182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/bom-bom.html' title='Bom bom...'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-1673458211660087640</id><published>2009-05-05T12:28:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:34:03.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>tenho fome...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ipt.olhares.com/data/big/181/1812921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://ipt.olhares.com/data/big/181/1812921.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...e hoje para jantar quero ver se consigo fazer algo que se assemelhe a isto. Sim porque o sabor não é difícil de recriar, o aspecto sim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-1673458211660087640?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1673458211660087640/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=1673458211660087640' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/1673458211660087640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/1673458211660087640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/tenho-fome.html' title='tenho fome...'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-696472993980789468</id><published>2009-05-05T10:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:10:06.179+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia...</title><content type='html'>...vou acordas as 9, sentar-me para trabalhar as 9.30 e efectivamente começar a trabalhar as 10. oje só as 10.30 :D boa terça&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-696472993980789468?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/696472993980789468/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=696472993980789468' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/696472993980789468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/696472993980789468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/um-dia.html' title='Um dia...'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-6151549767629726064</id><published>2009-05-04T17:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T17:36:07.270+01:00</updated><title type='text'>É mau...</title><content type='html'>...quando o que usavas para fugir à rotina tornou-se uma rotina. Temos que mudar isso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-6151549767629726064?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6151549767629726064/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=6151549767629726064' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/6151549767629726064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/6151549767629726064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-mau.html' title='É mau...'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-2881512222306515043</id><published>2009-04-22T01:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T01:40:56.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sou...</title><content type='html'>...um eterno apaixonado.&lt;br /&gt;...um revoltado.&lt;br /&gt;...um inquieto.&lt;br /&gt;...um insatisfeito.&lt;br /&gt;...ambicioso.&lt;br /&gt;...curioso.&lt;br /&gt;...um divagador.&lt;br /&gt;...um pensador.&lt;br /&gt;...isto tudo sozinho. Agora imagina acompanhado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chronicles to make me feel good:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-2881512222306515043?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2881512222306515043/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=2881512222306515043' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/2881512222306515043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/2881512222306515043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/04/sou.html' title='sou...'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-812859885129031304</id><published>2009-04-21T11:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:31:31.981+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexo</title><content type='html'>O sol brilha, estou mais q motivado para trabalhar:D a inspiração vem de todos os lados. Apenas preciso de encontrar o meu equilíbrio. Que hoje é em casa. Amanhã não se saberá...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-812859885129031304?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/812859885129031304/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=812859885129031304' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/812859885129031304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/812859885129031304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/04/reflexo.html' title='Reflexo'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-7267455824695990984</id><published>2009-04-20T22:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:11:52.405+01:00</updated><title type='text'>declaro</title><content type='html'>declaro guerra a todas as pessoas com as quais so mantenho contacto pelo msn apesar de poder estar com elas fisicamente. farto de viver atras do computador, tempo de mudanca...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-7267455824695990984?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7267455824695990984/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=7267455824695990984' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/7267455824695990984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/7267455824695990984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/04/declaro.html' title='declaro'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-9205593118457587351</id><published>2009-04-20T18:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:09:44.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I need....</title><content type='html'>...to go to a rock concert sooooooooooooooon....rock my soul out :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-9205593118457587351?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/9205593118457587351/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=9205593118457587351' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/9205593118457587351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/9205593118457587351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-need.html' title='I need....'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-6644332720150885045</id><published>2009-04-16T00:34:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T00:49:23.498+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Outra vez...um ano</title><content type='html'>Já nao escrevo ha tt tempo...tenho rascunhos, cartas, rabiscos, mas tudo em suporte físico. a minha escrita raramente faz sentido, baseia.ss tudo na velocidade do pensamento, na rapidez com q escrevo, sem pensar, repensar, sem construir ideias logicas, com principio meio e fim. pq eu sou assim. espontaneo, sem embelezar, sem me preocupar com os detalhes que apenas dao beleza à coisa mas n lhe acrescentam conteudo nenhum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a ausencia deve-se em parte a uma total redefinicao do meu ser durante o meu ERASMUS. Com ele descobri o q valia, o q era, o q poderia ser, e acima de tudo com quem me queria rodear. porem sinto falta de divagar. divagar sozinho, sem ninguem ver, sem ninguem reparar q o estou a fazer. mas faz-me falta depois revisitar as minhas divagacoes...pq acreditem sao mais q muitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e pq num blog musical n se pode preencher o espaco com posts mundanos e pq nem so de musica a minha vida pode fazer parte, apesar de cada vez mais me perder nesse mundo, voltarei a ressuscitar este espaco que sempre foi desconhecido, mas q tb n se perde nada em ter 1s qts visitantes :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tive de viagem 1mes inteiro, andei por irlanda, austria e inglaterra...conheci tanta gente, tanta diversidade, tanta cultura e tambem muita mediocridade. é engracado o q consegues alcancar sozinho quando estas predisposto a isso. 1das coisas q mais vinquei nestes ultimos tempos foi a minha total repulsa pela treta do socialmente aceitavel. de todas as condutas q temos q ter, de tudo o q fazemos em funcao do q os outros dizem, de tudo o q n podemos fazer.isso e tudo 1treta. desde q o facamos sem ofender ninguem, sem interferir na liberdade alheia. ja o disse e voltarei a dizer..tou-me a c**** para o q os outros pensam de mim. cada vez mais farei o q quero SÓ pq o quero fazer. foi com o bigode, é com o estilo, com as atitudes, com as palavras. e cada vez mais irei eliminar os conhecidos, tou farto de n "conhecer" as pessoas, apenas saber o nome delas e trocar conversas futeis sem significado nenhum. e pq cada vez q me aproximo "ah e tal n pode ser pq parece mal" "ah e tal tu so queres falar cmg pq me qers saltar pra cima ou whatever". todo este fenomeno da internet, twitter, facebook, msn, etc...facilita o contacto com pessoas q tao distantes, mas torna distantes as pessoas q nos estao proximas. sim pq let's face it, q raio de relacao e q se pode ter, seja de amizade ou qq outra coisa, sem contacto fisico, sem cafes, saidas, jantares, almocos, idas sei lá onde?? no meu ponto de vista acabam por perder o interesse, pq se elimina o factor surpresa, o factor espontaneidade, o factor aleatorio das relacaoes humanas. e q se lixe tambem n escrever com acentos e com meias-palavras, ja n tenho paciencia apos tantos (13) anos a escrever ao computador de por acentos em todas as palavras que o merecem. ha correctores ja para isso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-6644332720150885045?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6644332720150885045/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=6644332720150885045' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/6644332720150885045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/6644332720150885045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2009/04/outra-vezum-ano.html' title='Outra vez...um ano'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-4092830522444250607</id><published>2008-04-14T02:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T02:21:39.634+01:00</updated><title type='text'>tanto tempo</title><content type='html'>Mais de um ano passou....e tanta coisa q ai aconteceu.nem vale a pena tar a contar, sao coisas demais, sentimentos muito variados para serem resumidos. O que interessa e q agora tou bem, longe e distante mas sp presente. e isso e o mais importante&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-4092830522444250607?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4092830522444250607/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=4092830522444250607' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/4092830522444250607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/4092830522444250607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2008/04/tanto-tempo.html' title='tanto tempo'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-116845858854240152</id><published>2007-01-10T19:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-10T19:49:48.566Z</updated><title type='text'>Ano...diferente</title><content type='html'>Dia 1Janeiro...tudo anda prai a dizer ano novo vida nova...pra mim e a mm todos os anos...chega esta altura exames,estudo,encafuamento..&lt;br /&gt;E  todas as pssoas voltam a mm rotina...ptt vida nova em q sentido??&lt;br /&gt;Se ha pessoas que precisam d1 motivo pra mudar algo q ta mal e q n tiveram forcas pra mudar ants, entao ok, vida nova seja. Mas  se realmente precisam desse mtivo para mudar...entao e pq nc o vao fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Mas vale a intencao...E cm n fujo aos demais aqui vao as minhas resolucoes de ano novo (whatever that means...)&lt;br /&gt;1. Continuar igual a mim mesmo;&lt;br /&gt;2. N mudar nada...&lt;br /&gt;3. OK talvez mude...mudar de penteado (lol)&lt;br /&gt;4. tou a pensar em depilacao...ou talvez deixe pro verao lol a camisola agora ate faz jeito&lt;br /&gt;5. OK n vou mudar mm nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja diz uma locutora na radio oxigenio...uma musica por dia para combater a apatia...por isso ca vai:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Drink the Water - Dave Matthews Band (Live @ Central Park)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't drink the water, esta a escassear...bebam cerveja lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-116845858854240152?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/116845858854240152/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=116845858854240152' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/116845858854240152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/116845858854240152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2007/01/anodiferente.html' title='Ano...diferente'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-116649661741066096</id><published>2006-12-19T02:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-19T02:50:17.423Z</updated><title type='text'>O poder do incompreendido (2)</title><content type='html'>Tudo o que fazemos é feito a pensar em alguém. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;á em nós uma necessidade de agradar, de sermos notados, de sermos sentidos. Mas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;é&lt;/span&gt; quando a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;uz se apaga e mais nada tem significado, a nao ser os candeeiros lá fora, o  pulsar do coração, o t&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;ck do relógio, que nos apercebemos.  Coisas insignificantes mas que quando mais nada existe nos acompanh&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;m,  nos fazem sentir vivos, importantes, queridos. Porque afinal tão ali para serem ouvidos por nós, para serem escutados na calma e plenitude da alma. Porque estão lá.Mesmo que não os ouças, sintas, olhes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom Natal, porque as prendas importantes são as que estão sempre lá mesmo que não se dê por elas. Quando precisares elas lá estarão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-116649661741066096?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/116649661741066096/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=116649661741066096' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/116649661741066096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/116649661741066096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2006/12/o-poder-do-incompreendido-2.html' title='O poder do incompreendido (2)'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-116595940556555691</id><published>2006-12-12T21:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-12T21:36:45.603Z</updated><title type='text'>+1 dia</title><content type='html'>A semana arrasta.ss. O frio instala-se, consome. O meu corpo gela. Contudo ainda há algo que bate. Uma esperança, um calor q teima em n desaparecer.&lt;br /&gt;Tomo consciencia dele. Tá frio demais para o esquecer, para o ignorar....&lt;br /&gt;há coisas q não é por querer que as deixamos ir, apenas acabam por ir...qdo for altura. até lá aqueco.me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-116595940556555691?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/116595940556555691/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=116595940556555691' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/116595940556555691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/116595940556555691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2006/12/1-dia.html' title='+1 dia'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-116471439579844278</id><published>2006-11-28T11:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-28T11:46:35.810Z</updated><title type='text'>Perguntas.........</title><content type='html'>Olho.t nos olhos. Quero tocart mas n posso. Tas distante, longe, alias acho q nem tas presente. Contudo sinto o teu aroma, o teu sabor...estranho agora q penso nisso n sei a q cheiras nem a q sabes...ou sei?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal nem te conheço ainda...Será que existes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-116471439579844278?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/116471439579844278/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=116471439579844278' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/116471439579844278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/116471439579844278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2006/11/perguntas.html' title='Perguntas.........'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-116109063634354112</id><published>2006-10-17T14:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T14:10:36.343+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>As vezes dou por mim, no meio de uma conversa, a tentar encontrar uma logica nos meus pensamentos, numa maneira de expo.los com logica, com sentido. Porque mtas vezes o sentido q a conversa tem difere do sentido q vai no nosso pensamento, temos necessidade de "repensar" os pensamentos antes de os transcrever para palavras. Gostava de poder ter uma conversa onde n se tivesse q pensar "ora bem se eu disser isto desta maneira cm e q vai ser interpretado?cm e q vou dizer isto de maneira a q n pensem outra coisa?" e isto leva.me ao meu nick de quase 2 semanas...sometimes what u think makes much more sense in your mind than in your words...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-116109063634354112?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/116109063634354112/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=116109063634354112' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/116109063634354112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/116109063634354112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2006/10/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-116040578734602134</id><published>2006-10-09T15:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T15:56:27.360+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>Após mto tempo de interregno, causado grande parte por ausência de inspiração e de vontade, heis-me de volta a este canto desconhecido da maior parte das pessoas comuns. Contudo penso que um pouco de divulgação e criatividade poderão resolver isso :) pelo menos que me dê a mim próprio vontade de cá andar. Próximas horas ou dias mais novidades surgirão. Até lá&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-116040578734602134?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/116040578734602134/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=116040578734602134' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/116040578734602134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/116040578734602134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-114824654633035616</id><published>2006-05-21T22:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T22:22:26.343+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem som</title><content type='html'>Subo ao monte e grito...os sons enrolam-se na minha garganta, sufocam-me. Perco-me no olhar, na visao, na crenca, no pensamento de um passado risonho. O futuro enfrenta-me, deseja-me, destroi-me. A unica lembranca vem de longe...Levanto-me e finalmente com todo o esplendor ondas se espalham a minha volta e todo o mundo fica a saber do meu regresso. Raios caem dos céus, nuvens atropelavam-se para finalmente tudo desabar sobre mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinha sido mais um sonho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-114824654633035616?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/114824654633035616/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=114824654633035616' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/114824654633035616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/114824654633035616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2006/05/sem-som.html' title='Sem som'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-114659243153558809</id><published>2006-05-02T18:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T18:53:51.536+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos (2)</title><content type='html'>Já que o meu apelo nao funcionou resta.me continuar na minha demanda de tentar criar algo de jeito para se ler...enquanto isto nao acontece deixo aqui outro pensamento que as vezes assola o meu intelecto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque é que separado se escreve tudo junto e tudo junto se escreve separado??&lt;br /&gt;se alguem souber a resposta a este enigma faca o favor de comunicar as massas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradecido por este momento&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-114659243153558809?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/114659243153558809/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=114659243153558809' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/114659243153558809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/114659243153558809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2006/05/pensamentos-2.html' title='Pensamentos (2)'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-114617420766866081</id><published>2006-04-27T22:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T22:43:27.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Apelo</title><content type='html'>Após tendo algum feedback positivo (ou nem por isso...) sejam livres de escrever o q qiserem...tdo o q servir para adicionar algum conteudo a este canto refundido e bem vindo :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-114617420766866081?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-114583827060102785</id><published>2006-04-24T01:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T01:24:30.613+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring 'em on!</title><content type='html'>Hoje xguei a 1conclusao...algo forcada mas mm assim importante.n bastas sermos quem nos somos, tambem temos que ter a habilidade de fazer os outro ver essa pessoa. e isso e o mais dificil!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight everyone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-114583827060102785?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/114583827060102785/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-114555159053329709</id><published>2006-04-20T17:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T17:46:30.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vicios</title><content type='html'>Sim sou viciado...em conversa, companhia, pensamento...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-114555159053329709?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/114555159053329709/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=114555159053329709' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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parar na minha mente. Mas hoj era um dia diferente...pressentia.acordei cedo sem sono por incrivel que parece vesti.me meti.me no carro e parti...pelo caminho revia vezes sem conta aqele momento e pensava em tdo de diferente q podia ter dito&lt;br /&gt;-ah obrigado.pagot um cafe pra compensar pode ser?&lt;br /&gt;Nao isto nao...&lt;br /&gt;-tks sou bue despistado...ja agora cm te xamas?&lt;br /&gt;mto forcado&lt;br /&gt;-tks...cm sabias q a mala era minha?&lt;br /&gt;hum agora q penso nisso..de facto como ela sabia?tinha.me visto?uma esperanca estupida acendeu.ss em mim...talvez ela sabia q eu existia ants dakele momento&lt;br /&gt;almoco...confusao mta.como e possivel com tts pssoas  a mnha volta n ver ng?n sentir nada nem o contacto,respiracao,fala...so o fumo q anda no ar e q me acompanha...me sente reage a mnha presenca.&lt;br /&gt;chove...n me importo...cubro a cabeca e vou caminhando entre pocas de agua e bocados de papel rasgado. a estrada reflecte o cinzento do ceu, a amargura.mas sinto.me bem, livre solto. no meio dos meus pensamentos 1reflexo n planeado faz.me olhar pra cima.paro...estupidifico...ali tas tu a mnha frente a escorrer...as tuas pestanas longas olham para mim, os teus labios dizem.me boa tarde, o teu corpo chama.me...&lt;br /&gt;-boa tard...bela porcaria de tempo&lt;br /&gt;nem por isso ate gosto de chuva&lt;br /&gt;-de facto sim.chuva e sp mau&lt;br /&gt;rica conversa.&lt;br /&gt;-obrigado pelo outro dia.como sabias q a mala era minha?&lt;br /&gt;ja está..apos tt tmpo algo de nao banal sai da mnha boca.vejo as palavras a serpentear por entre as gotas, a encontrar destinatario.os teus labios contraem.ss e soltam.ss no mais belo sorriso q ja vi.&lt;br /&gt;-pensas q es o unico com olhos na cara?&lt;br /&gt;coro...n tava a espera daquela resposta.&lt;br /&gt;-ficam.t bem ja agora...&lt;br /&gt;a minha mente para no tempo.ninguem tinha ainda reparado.&lt;br /&gt;-obrigado.tb acho- e sorrio-a chuva n se esta mal mas se calhar a conversa ia melhor acompanhada d1 cafe nao?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-114554570147154718?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/114554570147154718/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=114554570147154718' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/114554570147154718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/114554570147154718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2006/04/titulo-no-definido2.html' title='Titulo não definido(2)'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-114547441273087330</id><published>2006-04-19T20:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T20:20:12.743+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O poder do incompreendido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7375/2668/1600/MA051%7EMeditative-Rose-1958-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7375/2668/320/MA051%7EMeditative-Rose-1958-Posters.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5&gt;Meditative Rose, 1958 by Salvador Dali&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-114547441273087330?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/114547441273087330/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=114547441273087330' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/114547441273087330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/114547441273087330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2006/04/o-poder-do-incompreendido.html' title='O poder do incompreendido'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-114547377574706021</id><published>2006-04-19T20:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T20:14:54.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Terra dos Sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;Na Terra dos Sonhos&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;h2 id="sz"&gt;Jorge Palma&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p id="cmp"&gt;Composição: Jorge Palma&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Na terra dos sonhos Andava eu sem ter onde cair vivo&lt;br /&gt;Fui procurar abrigo nas faces estudadas do senhor Doutor&lt;br /&gt;Ai de mim não era nada daquilo que eu queria&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém se compreendia e eu vi que a coisa ia de mal a pior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na terra dos sonhos, podes ser quem tu és,ninguém te leva a mal&lt;br /&gt;Na terra dos sonhos toda a gente trata a gente toda por igual&lt;br /&gt;Na terra dos sonhos não há pó nas entre linhas, ninguém se pode enganar&lt;br /&gt;E abre bem os olhos,escuta bem o coração se é que queres ir para lá morar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andava eu sozinho a tremer de frio&lt;br /&gt;Fui procurar calor e ternura nos braços de uma mulher&lt;br /&gt;Ai! Mas esqueci-me de dar-lhe também um pouco de atenção&lt;br /&gt;E a minha solidão voltou, não me largou a mão um minuto sequer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na terra dos sonhos, podes ser quem tu és,ninguém te leva a mal&lt;br /&gt;Na terra dos sonhos toda a gente trata a gente toda por igual&lt;br /&gt;Na terra dos sonhos não há pó nas entre linhas, ninguém se pode enganar&lt;br /&gt;E abre bem os olhos,escuta bem o coração se é que queres ir para lá morar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se queres ver o mundo inteiro á tua altura&lt;br /&gt;Tens de olhar p´ra fora sem esquecer que dentro é que é o teu lugar&lt;br /&gt;E se ás duas por três vires que perdeste o balanço&lt;br /&gt;Não penses em descanço, está ao teu alcançe tens de o encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na terra dos sonhos, podes ser quem tu és,ninguém te leva a mal&lt;br /&gt;Na terra dos sonhos toda a gente trata a gente toda por igual&lt;br /&gt;Na terra dos sonhos não há pó nas entre linhas, ninguém se pode enganar&lt;br /&gt;E abre bem os olhos,escuta bem o coração se é que queres ir para lá morar&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;a href="www.minimouslights.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://minimouslights.blogspot.com"&gt;Parte para lá n sei qdo um dia destes talvez...facot companhia.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-114547377574706021?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/114547377574706021/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=114547377574706021' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/114547377574706021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/114547377574706021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2006/04/terra-dos-sonhos.html' title='Terra dos Sonhos'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-114536083712221488</id><published>2006-04-18T12:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T12:47:17.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos</title><content type='html'>De que serve almocar se ao lanchar ja tamos a pensar no jantar??(ai a febre a febre)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-114536083712221488?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/114536083712221488/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=114536083712221488' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/114536083712221488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/114536083712221488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2006/04/pensamentos.html' title='Pensamentos'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-114531220327313196</id><published>2006-04-17T23:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T23:16:43.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Titulo não definido</title><content type='html'>Hoje vi.t. Tavas escondida na sombra do chapeu mas mm assim cnsgui vert. Tavas bnita hoj.alias cm sp.Ainda tentei ganhar coragem mas n cnsgui. Talvez um dia.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto tava a bber o cafe de pe ca dentro tavat a observar...tavas c1 sorriso deslumbrante cm e teu habito. analisei bem a tua silhueta as tuas linhas faciais. harmoniosas a rocar a perfeicao. tinhas o cabelo solto, caiat sobre a testa e sobre os olhos mas n te importavas. as tuas maos seguravam as cartas e um cigarro como sempre. o fumo enrolava.ss formava aneis quase q a gozar cmg. ouco rir. uma gargalhada cristalina bela suave. eras tu claro. alguem te tinha feito rir. sera q algum dia vou se capaz disso? o cafe ta no fim ja. puxo d1 cigarro e fico ali a contemplar.t. ninguem repara espero eu.&lt;br /&gt;fico em sufoco...olhaste para mim e sorrist.ou tera sido a minha imaginacao?hum e possivel. resolvo n ficar mais a pensar e saio. ao descer as escadas ouco chamar. viro.me para tras ate ia caindo qdo vi quem era...inexplicavelmente subi outra vez e aproximei.me.&lt;br /&gt;-so para te dizer que deixast ali a tua mala.&lt;br /&gt;Claro que estupido. Tao aluado nem me lembrei do raio da mala.&lt;br /&gt;-Obrigado. Esqueci.me sou bastante despistado.&lt;br /&gt;Rist.t. Nao de mim mas para mim. Pensei "afinal consigo fazert rir" e fui buscar a mala. Voltast.t a sentar fiz um leve sinal de agradecimento com a cabeca ao qual respondeste e segui com a minha vida.Tinha sido uma coisa sem significado um gesto de alguem que ainda se preocupa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-114531220327313196?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/114531220327313196/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=114531220327313196' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/114531220327313196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/114531220327313196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2006/04/titulo-no-definido.html' title='Titulo não definido'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-114486667030610629</id><published>2006-04-12T19:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T19:31:10.306+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases</title><content type='html'>Il sole è lustro... dove sono i miei sunglasses? goda il sole ma non ottenga bruciato&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-114486667030610629?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/114486667030610629/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=114486667030610629' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/114486667030610629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/114486667030610629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2006/04/frases.html' title='Frases'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-114486651166667370</id><published>2006-04-12T19:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T19:28:31.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dicionario</title><content type='html'>Uma dose diária de cultura (ou qq coisa do género...):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl&gt; &lt;span id="lblDlpoDefinicao"&gt;&lt;dt style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="verbete"&gt;lacuna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;table style="width: 675px; height: 1px;" background="/dlpo/imagens/ponto.gif" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.priberam.pt/dlpo/imagens/transparent.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt; &lt;span class="texto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;do &lt;span title="Latim"&gt;Lat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;lacuna&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;&lt;span class="categoria"&gt;&lt;span title="substantivo feminino"&gt;s. f.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;espaço vazio no interior de um corpo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;vácuo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;vão;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;falta;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;omissão;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;&lt;span class="propriedade"&gt;&lt;span title="Botânica"&gt;Bot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;cavidade regular de algumas plantas;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;espaço intercelular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dl&gt; &lt;span id="lblDlpoDefinicao"&gt;&lt;dt style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="verbete"&gt;felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;table background="/dlpo/imagens/ponto.gif" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" height="1" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.priberam.pt/dlpo/imagens/transparent.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;do &lt;span title="Latim"&gt;Lat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;felicitate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;&lt;span class="categoria"&gt;&lt;span title="substantivo feminino"&gt;s. f.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;ventura;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;bem-estar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;contentamento;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;bom resultado, bom êxito;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;dita;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;qualidade ou estado de quem é feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="lblDlpoDefinicao"&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="texto"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="verbete"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;table background="/dlpo/imagens/ponto.gif" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" height="1" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.priberam.pt/dlpo/imagens/transparent.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;do &lt;span title="Latim"&gt;Lat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;amore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;&lt;span class="categoria"&gt;&lt;span title="substantivo masculino"&gt;s. m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;viva afeição que nos impele para o objecto dos nossos desejos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;inclinação da alma e do coração;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;objecto da nossa afeição;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;paixão;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;afecto;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;inclinação exclusiva;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;&lt;span class="propriedade"&gt;&lt;span title="Antigo"&gt;ant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;graça, mercê.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;com -:&lt;/span&gt; com muito gosto, com zelo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;fazer -:&lt;/span&gt; ter relações sexuais;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;&lt;span class="categoria"&gt;&lt;span title="locução preposicional"&gt;loc. prep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;por - de:&lt;/span&gt; por causa de;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;por - de Deus:&lt;/span&gt; por caridade;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;ter - à pele:&lt;/span&gt; ser prudente, não arriscar a vida;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;- captativo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="vide"&gt;vd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;amor possessivo&lt;/i&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;- conjugal:&lt;/span&gt; amor pelo qual as pessoas se unem pelas leis do matrimónio;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;- oblativo:&lt;/span&gt; amor dedicado a outrem;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;- platónico:&lt;/span&gt; intensa afeição que não inclui sentimentos carnais;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;- possessivo:&lt;/span&gt; amor que leva a subjugar e monopolizar a pessoa que se ama; o m. q. &lt;i&gt;amor captativo&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="lblDlpoDefinicao"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;&lt;span style="" ondblclick="javascript:SeleccionaEntrada_v2(getSel(),'0')" onmouseover="style.cursor='hand'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma frase bonita é sem duvida o "amor é lacuna de felicidade..." (ja nem sei onde li isto sei q reti...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-114486651166667370?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/114486651166667370/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=114486651166667370' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/114486651166667370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/114486651166667370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2006/04/dicionario.html' title='Dicionario'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-114476293248792495</id><published>2006-04-11T14:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T14:42:12.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'>eterna melodia do pensamento</title><content type='html'>nc vais ler isto...se leres fico espantado...as palavras correm nas pontas dos dedos cm se de um pensamento se tratasse.a musica incomoda.me, aumento o volume e tudo fica normal.o silencio da melodia do pensamento incomoda.me.aumento mais o volume...os timpanos latejam, ficam surdos, mudos, cegos.cegos pra q?mudos talvez agora cegos?(diz alguem...). n tenho resposta.nada faz sentido&lt;br /&gt;onde tas?de onde vens?onde tivest est tmpo todo?paixao?duvido...vicio fumo cera velas.paz&lt;br /&gt;guerra...pq nada faz sentido.a melodia do pensamento acorda, respira por fim..mas tu ja n tas.ja te foste (alg1 vz tivest??)&lt;br /&gt;amanha e outro dia.o sol a chuva as nuvens...tudo brilha...e sinto.me bem :) mm sem ti tou bem tou feliz tou consciente...pq sao pssoas cm tu q valem a pena.mm q n fale q n conheca basta saber e sei.perdido no mapa ruas vielas becos...a tua casa por fim.mas n e esta?ou sera?enfim vou.me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-114476293248792495?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/114476293248792495/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-114461764163043574</id><published>2006-04-09T22:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T22:20:41.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The eternal sunshine of the spotless mind</title><content type='html'>O poder do desconhecido...do abstracto...do ridiculo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pq a vida n tem q ser linear...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-114461764163043574?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/114461764163043574/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-114435105043394422</id><published>2006-04-06T20:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T20:17:30.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'>hoje e dia de auto.retrato</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;coisas q me irritam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; ruido de fundo intenso;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; falta de compreensão;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; pombas;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; falta de jeito;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; incoerência;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; chuva qdo dvia fazer sol;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; falta de iniciativa;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; falta de criatividade;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt; palavras debaixo da lingua;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; n saber falar italiano;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;e pq nao talvez??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-114435105043394422?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/114435105043394422/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=114435105043394422' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/114435105043394422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/114435105043394422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2006/04/hoje-e-dia-de-autoretrato.html' title='hoje e dia de auto.retrato'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-114431885312499021</id><published>2006-04-06T11:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T11:20:53.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida como ela é</title><content type='html'>Alguem sabe como ela é?hum......ajuda aceita.ss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;e pq sim??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-114431885312499021?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/114431885312499021/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=114431885312499021' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/114431885312499021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/114431885312499021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2006/04/vida-como-ela.html' title='A vida como ela é'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J944LRZzafs/SWd7vwjC_AI/AAAAAAAAAM4/z2bFl4uFmdA/S220/rock-n-roll.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25525595.post-114431831107140255</id><published>2006-04-06T11:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T11:11:51.083+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The New World</title><content type='html'>Free yourself...express yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;pq nao??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25525595-114431831107140255?l=johnnychronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/114431831107140255/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25525595&amp;postID=114431831107140255' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/114431831107140255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25525595/posts/default/114431831107140255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnnychronicles.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-world.html' title='The New World'/><author><name>Johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12037402978806837273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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