<?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-5592857054327027711</id><updated>2012-02-04T19:32:26.244Z</updated><category term='Devaneios'/><category term='Séries'/><category term='Coimbra'/><category term='A minha vida dava um livro'/><category term='imagens'/><category term='Filmes'/><category term='Dias assim são Bons'/><category term='coisas'/><category term='Livros'/><category term='Biologia'/><category term='curiosidades'/><category term='Queima'/><category term='Musicas'/><category term='Videos'/><category term='Maluquices'/><category term='Natal'/><category term='Carnaval'/><category term='fotografias'/><category term='Momentos'/><category term='Aniversários'/><category term='Estudo'/><category term='Disney'/><category term='Festas'/><category term='Histórias'/><category term='England 2011'/><category term='recordações'/><title type='text'>Pintar com Letras</title><subtitle type='html'>Hockety pockety wockety wack

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pres-ti-dig-i-ton-i-um!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>286</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-2942722001384908372</id><published>2012-02-01T22:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-01T22:15:00.501Z</updated><title type='text'>To my soul mate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vA-ANPrrkjM/TyhsUU3dgdI/AAAAAAAABHs/mw2SwIVcI3o/s1600/wemakethisworld_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vA-ANPrrkjM/TyhsUU3dgdI/AAAAAAAABHs/mw2SwIVcI3o/s320/wemakethisworld_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Faltas-me aqui tu para poder abraçar&lt;div&gt;Faltas-me para respirar e para me inspirar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preciso de ti para me fazer correr para fora da cama todos os dias, para correr até fora da cidade , para correr até ti só porque sim. Só porque os olhos estão a brilhar, porque o coraçao está acelarado e por precisar de ti!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preciso de ti para dedicar músicas especiais. Para ver filmes. Para ter motivos para sair, para combinar, para fazer, para tornar realidade os sonhos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando voltas afinal de contas? Já foste embora à tanto tempo e nunca mais apareceste..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Manda mensagem para saber que estás bem pode ser?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-2942722001384908372?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/2942722001384908372/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/02/to-my-soul-mate.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/2942722001384908372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/2942722001384908372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/02/to-my-soul-mate.html' title='To my soul mate'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vA-ANPrrkjM/TyhsUU3dgdI/AAAAAAAABHs/mw2SwIVcI3o/s72-c/wemakethisworld_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-3688317651015696555</id><published>2012-02-01T17:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-01T20:19:05.470Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia 32  - Aka 1 Fevereiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FxNuskR-vg0/TymeMB2SUiI/AAAAAAAABH4/486SWeyydCM/s1600/tumblr_lgrzrpZg4v1qdgw4do1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="304" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FxNuskR-vg0/TymeMB2SUiI/AAAAAAAABH4/486SWeyydCM/s320/tumblr_lgrzrpZg4v1qdgw4do1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-3688317651015696555?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/3688317651015696555/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/02/dia-32-aka-1-fevereiro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/3688317651015696555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/3688317651015696555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/02/dia-32-aka-1-fevereiro.html' title='Dia 32  - Aka 1 Fevereiro'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FxNuskR-vg0/TymeMB2SUiI/AAAAAAAABH4/486SWeyydCM/s72-c/tumblr_lgrzrpZg4v1qdgw4do1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-8114578428000817585</id><published>2012-01-31T22:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-31T22:14:48.001Z</updated><title type='text'>Vai um empurrão?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Hoje foi mais um daqueles dias que trazem um gostinho doce ao nariz, um Cheiro apetitoso aos olhos!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Este dia fez-me dançar. Fez-me comer bolo com chocolate, maquilhar e ir até ao fórum só porque sim e só porque os tolos da minha vida me perguntaram. Gosto tanto deles que dói pensar. E sei que vai doer. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mas o dia foi bom. Foi tão bom que eu ganhei coragem para escrever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ás vezes preciso de coragem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;É dificil admitir que se está só.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bZkcoRwtPIk/TyhnZ4-n4II/AAAAAAAABHk/07eKtljfRNg/s1600/tumblr_lygx56atsx1r7uftso1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bZkcoRwtPIk/TyhnZ4-n4II/AAAAAAAABHk/07eKtljfRNg/s320/tumblr_lygx56atsx1r7uftso1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-8114578428000817585?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/8114578428000817585/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/vai-um-empurrao.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/8114578428000817585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/8114578428000817585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/vai-um-empurrao.html' title='Vai um empurrão?'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bZkcoRwtPIk/TyhnZ4-n4II/AAAAAAAABHk/07eKtljfRNg/s72-c/tumblr_lygx56atsx1r7uftso1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-1050015330273393062</id><published>2012-01-31T17:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-31T17:40:00.846Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia 31</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MTYSIC-Qufw/TyLh0HRyRVI/AAAAAAAABHY/Feo-Tl8KErA/s1600/Hotel_38.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MTYSIC-Qufw/TyLh0HRyRVI/AAAAAAAABHY/Feo-Tl8KErA/s320/Hotel_38.JPG" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A minha Zocas* ( E a minha ágata tb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria João amanhã não esquecer de andar com a máquina atrás! Vais precisar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-1050015330273393062?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/1050015330273393062/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-31.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/1050015330273393062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/1050015330273393062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-31.html' title='Dia 31'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MTYSIC-Qufw/TyLh0HRyRVI/AAAAAAAABHY/Feo-Tl8KErA/s72-c/Hotel_38.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-4858074477125888756</id><published>2012-01-30T17:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-30T17:39:00.657Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia 30</title><content type='html'>A que me ficou recentemente na cabeça :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vt0gfVZLyio/TyLX7SA_ecI/AAAAAAAABGw/Vofx4r_RxPg/s1600/407595_220026394755974_100002458464935_463730_566428949_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vt0gfVZLyio/TyLX7SA_ecI/AAAAAAAABGw/Vofx4r_RxPg/s320/407595_220026394755974_100002458464935_463730_566428949_n_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-4858074477125888756?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/4858074477125888756/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-30.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/4858074477125888756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/4858074477125888756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-30.html' title='Dia 30'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vt0gfVZLyio/TyLX7SA_ecI/AAAAAAAABGw/Vofx4r_RxPg/s72-c/407595_220026394755974_100002458464935_463730_566428949_n_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-1712779211101297633</id><published>2012-01-29T17:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-29T17:33:00.856Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia 29</title><content type='html'>Uma fotografia que me faz rir - Ora bem - O meu baguera em pequenito foi capturado nesta proeza:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nt6-vKweax4/TyLfle2ovQI/AAAAAAAABHQ/f0chVnePKhg/s1600/DSC02397.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nt6-vKweax4/TyLfle2ovQI/AAAAAAAABHQ/f0chVnePKhg/s320/DSC02397.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-1712779211101297633?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/1712779211101297633/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-29.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/1712779211101297633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/1712779211101297633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-29.html' title='Dia 29'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nt6-vKweax4/TyLfle2ovQI/AAAAAAAABHQ/f0chVnePKhg/s72-c/DSC02397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-3183469241330935051</id><published>2012-01-28T17:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-28T17:10:00.925Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia 28</title><content type='html'>O dia 28 é dia de limpezas. Dia de música alta, sábado de sol e sorrisos e cafés com shots e muita química!&lt;br /&gt;Estou a escrever isto bem cedo portanto eu espero que tudo o que foi dito seja aqui cumprido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotografia - lugar preferido - já tinha posto aqui uma de S.Martinho do Porto - &amp;nbsp;em algo que significa muito para mim. Tem lógica que seja o meu lugar preferido ou não? Como vós já sabeis isso vai aqui uma desse sítio com pessoas que fizeram com que fosse the best summer ever!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--WsWtSSIsao/TyLacibfRZI/AAAAAAAABHI/NhR4htcaqdY/s1600/59393_149954435024837_100000308455037_320113_3052577_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--WsWtSSIsao/TyLacibfRZI/AAAAAAAABHI/NhR4htcaqdY/s320/59393_149954435024837_100000308455037_320113_3052577_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-3183469241330935051?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/3183469241330935051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/3183469241330935051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/3183469241330935051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-28.html' title='Dia 28'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--WsWtSSIsao/TyLacibfRZI/AAAAAAAABHI/NhR4htcaqdY/s72-c/59393_149954435024837_100000308455037_320113_3052577_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-8623592285313018011</id><published>2012-01-27T17:03:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-27T17:03:47.905Z</updated><title type='text'>E vem então a noite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ai dias de sol porque me torturam?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9n4FXMJJENo/TyLYtkRzvQI/AAAAAAAABHA/wi8gswm4ODw/s1600/309679-e1283772756348_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="204" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9n4FXMJJENo/TyLYtkRzvQI/AAAAAAAABHA/wi8gswm4ODw/s320/309679-e1283772756348_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Fazem-me mal pela positiva. É certo. Mas tinham de forçar assim tanto?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;A culpa pode ser minha em certos pontinhos, mas nos outros pontos todos grandões não é! &amp;nbsp;Que culpa tenho eu então? que parte me cabe a mim corrigir? Ora bem na fisíca eu concordo. Prometo que o Parque verde ou mesmo a Piedade consoante a cidade em que esteja vão ser os meus amigos... Prometo! &amp;nbsp;Prometo também que o alimento da luxúria vai para os pobres que eu sem dúvida sobrevivo com pouco! Está Prometido! Prometo que o sorriso vai aparecer de orelha a orelha, prometo que os amigos não serão esquecidos, prometo que os postais estarão em dia, prometo que o amor vai ser entregue a quem precisar. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Prometo tudo e prometo o Mundo! Ficas mais contente assim? Ajudas-me agora que eu te prometi o céu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Não te estou a pedir muito pois não? Só um coração novo. Só isso.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-8623592285313018011?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/8623592285313018011/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-vem-entao-noite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/8623592285313018011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/8623592285313018011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-vem-entao-noite.html' title='E vem então a noite...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9n4FXMJJENo/TyLYtkRzvQI/AAAAAAAABHA/wi8gswm4ODw/s72-c/309679-e1283772756348_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-1024260493043182637</id><published>2012-01-27T09:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-27T09:48:48.909Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia 27</title><content type='html'>Hoje o José Sousa Faz anos. Acho que nunca lhe tinha chamado assim. Talvez zé. Não. Poff. Sem dúvida.&lt;br /&gt;- Parabéns! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem ainda estou na cama. É verdade hoje a fotografia vai ser colocada no próprio dia ..lalala. e acordei tão bem disposta! deve ser por ir conversar com o Fernando a seguir. Mham!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bom..Uma imagem da tua noite preferida... (auch) dificult - I had so many =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eBLz0yNikLk/TyJpm-hOXPI/AAAAAAAABDo/S_Sx6qFm0OE/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eBLz0yNikLk/TyJpm-hOXPI/AAAAAAAABDo/S_Sx6qFm0OE/s200/2.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Noite de S.mateus à dois anos*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;E como uma imagem vale mais que mil palavras... 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Martinho Do Porto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-2009794341285735196?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/2009794341285735196/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/2009794341285735196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/2009794341285735196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-26.html' title='Dia 26'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UNdZetnhkfY/TyE23CI2xDI/AAAAAAAABDI/w0X4w8-Ln4E/s72-c/P8220254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-2693291654192572651</id><published>2012-01-25T13:27:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-25T13:27:25.164Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia 25</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imagem minha do ano passado... ora bem.... vejamos....:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X7d9Gad46nY/TyADGLHk8wI/AAAAAAAABDA/GP1U1RoOEIc/s1600/11042011%2528012%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X7d9Gad46nY/TyADGLHk8wI/AAAAAAAABDA/GP1U1RoOEIc/s320/11042011%2528012%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We Heart it *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-2693291654192572651?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/2693291654192572651/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/2693291654192572651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/2693291654192572651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-25.html' title='Dia 25'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X7d9Gad46nY/TyADGLHk8wI/AAAAAAAABDA/GP1U1RoOEIc/s72-c/11042011%2528012%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-8729280110893688955</id><published>2012-01-25T13:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-25T13:24:22.484Z</updated><title type='text'>Updates 2</title><content type='html'>A verdade é que mais dia menos dia o Justin estaria a mandar vir "Mékie Maria Elvas? Fotos não? " ^^&lt;br /&gt;Ups. Sim eu sei.. descudei-me . Pardon mes amis, vou já tratar do assunto! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dia 21 - Pessoa que amaas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uUfMtOVzzH4/Tx__K8nESiI/AAAAAAAABCY/xnfZtkhMmgo/s1600/PC050053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uUfMtOVzzH4/Tx__K8nESiI/AAAAAAAABCY/xnfZtkhMmgo/s320/PC050053.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dia 22 - Coisa que nunca falta antes de sair de casa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ezLfCl2b-yw/TyAB0A0FimI/AAAAAAAABCw/bxHIWINthl8/s1600/keys.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ezLfCl2b-yw/TyAB0A0FimI/AAAAAAAABCw/bxHIWINthl8/s1600/keys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As chaves de casa porque senão não entro --'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dia 23 - Livro ou Filme preferido (Dios mio!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não consigo Chegar a um concenso!&lt;br /&gt;Vai aqui um que adoro, pronto:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SIBZ93Ts2N0/TyABJsqyANI/AAAAAAAABCo/qzI6mBAhtOE/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SIBZ93Ts2N0/TyABJsqyANI/AAAAAAAABCo/qzI6mBAhtOE/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Notting Hill *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dia 24 - Alguem com quem passo muito tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yWbvQ8BgR2I/TyACYel1KEI/AAAAAAAABC4/C0aW5UlpSCQ/s1600/IMG_2014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yWbvQ8BgR2I/TyACYel1KEI/AAAAAAAABC4/C0aW5UlpSCQ/s320/IMG_2014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A minha Irmã.... Ela não sabe fazer nada sem mim xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-8729280110893688955?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/8729280110893688955/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/updates-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/8729280110893688955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/8729280110893688955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/updates-2.html' title='Updates 2'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uUfMtOVzzH4/Tx__K8nESiI/AAAAAAAABCY/xnfZtkhMmgo/s72-c/PC050053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-351022829787108678</id><published>2012-01-20T18:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-20T18:44:00.207Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uALNdoddD1Y/TxRvsRMLdmI/AAAAAAAABCQ/WNR5ZXX7Rds/s1600/fotos-da-grecia-12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uALNdoddD1Y/TxRvsRMLdmI/AAAAAAAABCQ/WNR5ZXX7Rds/s320/fotos-da-grecia-12.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grécia =') Um dia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-351022829787108678?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/351022829787108678/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-20.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/351022829787108678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/351022829787108678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-20.html' title='Dia 20'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uALNdoddD1Y/TxRvsRMLdmI/AAAAAAAABCQ/WNR5ZXX7Rds/s72-c/fotos-da-grecia-12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-4714498466501634825</id><published>2012-01-19T18:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-19T18:33:00.302Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o_z_rdCL8gA/TxRuHkpGLmI/AAAAAAAABCI/y4OoEvcw_jI/s1600/2012dansen_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o_z_rdCL8gA/TxRuHkpGLmI/AAAAAAAABCI/y4OoEvcw_jI/s320/2012dansen_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keep on dancing ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-4714498466501634825?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/4714498466501634825/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-19.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/4714498466501634825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/4714498466501634825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-19.html' title='Dia 19'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o_z_rdCL8gA/TxRuHkpGLmI/AAAAAAAABCI/y4OoEvcw_jI/s72-c/2012dansen_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-2789894133121532278</id><published>2012-01-18T23:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-18T23:32:00.483Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia 18</title><content type='html'>Eu parti do príncipio que seria a pessoa mais sexy do sexo oposto.&lt;br /&gt;E depois de analisar os meus dream bad boys bombs fiquei com os nomes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James McAvoy, Nick Roux, Eric Christian Olsen, Ian Somerhalder... e de certo que me está a escapar alguém. Mas estes ... Enfim*.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem mas passando à frente. Acabei por escolher:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r4p6l7cwwaY/Tw4fWybhr9I/AAAAAAAABCA/1vL9_bFjc_o/s1600/PICT0005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r4p6l7cwwaY/Tw4fWybhr9I/AAAAAAAABCA/1vL9_bFjc_o/s320/PICT0005.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-2789894133121532278?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/2789894133121532278/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-18.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/2789894133121532278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/2789894133121532278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-18.html' title='Dia 18'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r4p6l7cwwaY/Tw4fWybhr9I/AAAAAAAABCA/1vL9_bFjc_o/s72-c/PICT0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-8435964469421081918</id><published>2012-01-17T23:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-17T23:01:00.284Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-npktYxFNtoQ/Tw4YrEvz6lI/AAAAAAAABB4/7WMeGu2Z4ow/s1600/2011-08-13003608_CA967162-B341-4FEB-88DD-FECB0766BF67%2524%2524738d42d9-134c-4fbe-a85a-da00e83fdc20%2524%2524b4319514-7610-46cf-a96f-d1d24125fc70%2524%2524img_carrouselTopHomepage%2524%2524pt%2524%25241.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-npktYxFNtoQ/Tw4YrEvz6lI/AAAAAAAABB4/7WMeGu2Z4ow/s320/2011-08-13003608_CA967162-B341-4FEB-88DD-FECB0766BF67%2524%2524738d42d9-134c-4fbe-a85a-da00e83fdc20%2524%2524b4319514-7610-46cf-a96f-d1d24125fc70%2524%2524img_carrouselTopHomepage%2524%2524pt%2524%25241.jpg" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-8435964469421081918?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/8435964469421081918/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-17.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/8435964469421081918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/8435964469421081918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-17.html' title='Dia 17'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-npktYxFNtoQ/Tw4YrEvz6lI/AAAAAAAABB4/7WMeGu2Z4ow/s72-c/2011-08-13003608_CA967162-B341-4FEB-88DD-FECB0766BF67%2524%2524738d42d9-134c-4fbe-a85a-da00e83fdc20%2524%2524b4319514-7610-46cf-a96f-d1d24125fc70%2524%2524img_carrouselTopHomepage%2524%2524pt%2524%25241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-1239331426544038075</id><published>2012-01-16T22:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-16T22:49:00.142Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mK911rw1A88/Tw4UIGUWA8I/AAAAAAAABBo/n7GLZlxgttk/s1600/60239_1404770199319_1234310460_1663071_926599_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="269" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mK911rw1A88/Tw4UIGUWA8I/AAAAAAAABBo/n7GLZlxgttk/s320/60239_1404770199319_1234310460_1663071_926599_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O meu pai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-1239331426544038075?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/1239331426544038075/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-16.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/1239331426544038075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/1239331426544038075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-16.html' title='Dia 16'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mK911rw1A88/Tw4UIGUWA8I/AAAAAAAABBo/n7GLZlxgttk/s72-c/60239_1404770199319_1234310460_1663071_926599_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-8991595145044553918</id><published>2012-01-15T22:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-15T22:47:00.258Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I3dtzgU4Ans/Tw4RiZIlx5I/AAAAAAAABBg/QKkS09VmE6w/s1600/passagem-ano-disneyland-paris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I3dtzgU4Ans/Tw4RiZIlx5I/AAAAAAAABBg/QKkS09VmE6w/s320/passagem-ano-disneyland-paris.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ir à DISNEY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-8991595145044553918?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/8991595145044553918/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-15.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/8991595145044553918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/8991595145044553918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-15.html' title='Dia 15'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I3dtzgU4Ans/Tw4RiZIlx5I/AAAAAAAABBg/QKkS09VmE6w/s72-c/passagem-ano-disneyland-paris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-1387022059902434932</id><published>2012-01-14T22:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-14T22:28:00.056Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-md_jqfKJn0o/Tw4QVMqznCI/AAAAAAAABBY/dz-DpcR6HKU/s1600/exemplo+Marketing+relacional+BERTRAND.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-md_jqfKJn0o/Tw4QVMqznCI/AAAAAAAABBY/dz-DpcR6HKU/s1600/exemplo+Marketing+relacional+BERTRAND.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-1387022059902434932?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/1387022059902434932/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/1387022059902434932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/1387022059902434932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-14.html' title='Dia 14'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-md_jqfKJn0o/Tw4QVMqznCI/AAAAAAAABBY/dz-DpcR6HKU/s72-c/exemplo+Marketing+relacional+BERTRAND.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-7947999178466471754</id><published>2012-01-13T22:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-13T22:27:00.945Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xCyaceBV2U0/Tw4M2sviNkI/AAAAAAAABBI/QCFM05xQGac/s1600/Panic%2521+At+The+Disco+-+Ready+To+Go+036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xCyaceBV2U0/Tw4M2sviNkI/AAAAAAAABBI/QCFM05xQGac/s320/Panic%2521+At+The+Disco+-+Ready+To+Go+036.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Panic! At the Disco&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-7947999178466471754?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/7947999178466471754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-13.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/7947999178466471754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/7947999178466471754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-13.html' title='Dia 13'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xCyaceBV2U0/Tw4M2sviNkI/AAAAAAAABBI/QCFM05xQGac/s72-c/Panic%2521+At+The+Disco+-+Ready+To+Go+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-1051080433531523347</id><published>2012-01-12T22:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-12T22:18:00.376Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-o2dz76nUQ/Tw4Gz6hu_JI/AAAAAAAABBA/rT54BZek00c/s1600/SDC12780.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-o2dz76nUQ/Tw4Gz6hu_JI/AAAAAAAABBA/rT54BZek00c/s320/SDC12780.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-1051080433531523347?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/1051080433531523347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-12.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/1051080433531523347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/1051080433531523347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-12.html' title='Dia 12'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-o2dz76nUQ/Tw4Gz6hu_JI/AAAAAAAABBA/rT54BZek00c/s72-c/SDC12780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-8006340586697967426</id><published>2012-01-11T10:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-11T21:58:25.290Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bkLUm-sHZCA/Tw4F3A_3qcI/AAAAAAAABA4/ZDRHvZn6w0M/s1600/subida+preco+carne+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="274" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bkLUm-sHZCA/Tw4F3A_3qcI/AAAAAAAABA4/ZDRHvZn6w0M/s320/subida+preco+carne+1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bifes de vaca; Bifes de Novilho, Borrego, Carne Mal passada.. carne vermelha em geral BARgh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-8006340586697967426?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/8006340586697967426/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-11.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/8006340586697967426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/8006340586697967426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-11.html' title='Dia 11'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bkLUm-sHZCA/Tw4F3A_3qcI/AAAAAAAABA4/ZDRHvZn6w0M/s72-c/subida+preco+carne+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-6546435572443803730</id><published>2012-01-10T10:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-10T10:51:00.733Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4focgoFzQtw/TwLdyo1aTPI/AAAAAAAABAw/hbYjX74ODYA/s1600/IMG_4065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4focgoFzQtw/TwLdyo1aTPI/AAAAAAAABAw/hbYjX74ODYA/s320/IMG_4065.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Continua a marcar pontos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-6546435572443803730?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/6546435572443803730/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/6546435572443803730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/6546435572443803730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-10.html' title='Dia 10'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4focgoFzQtw/TwLdyo1aTPI/AAAAAAAABAw/hbYjX74ODYA/s72-c/IMG_4065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-4083449294988347167</id><published>2012-01-09T10:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-09T10:49:00.179Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eQMkt4N8bdk/TwLdfm688RI/AAAAAAAABAk/FnEYdu4gpbI/s1600/IM000044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eQMkt4N8bdk/TwLdfm688RI/AAAAAAAABAk/FnEYdu4gpbI/s320/IM000044.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como as coisas eram*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-4083449294988347167?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/4083449294988347167/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-09.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/4083449294988347167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/4083449294988347167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-09.html' title='Dia 09'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eQMkt4N8bdk/TwLdfm688RI/AAAAAAAABAk/FnEYdu4gpbI/s72-c/IM000044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-7198912073170938189</id><published>2012-01-08T10:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-08T10:48:00.547Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3-nd7jyIWHk/TwLc96-2geI/AAAAAAAABAY/-5VGiFio72I/s1600/IM001184.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3-nd7jyIWHk/TwLc96-2geI/AAAAAAAABAY/-5VGiFio72I/s320/IM001184.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A ágata a armar-se em Ninja - muahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-7198912073170938189?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/7198912073170938189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-08.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/7198912073170938189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/7198912073170938189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-08.html' title='Dia 08'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3-nd7jyIWHk/TwLc96-2geI/AAAAAAAABAY/-5VGiFio72I/s72-c/IM001184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-1323367400593907504</id><published>2012-01-07T10:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-07T10:47:00.622Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--AJwmz_8-GA/TwLcnuOTWVI/AAAAAAAABAM/7poWbwq_gkI/s1600/fotos+isa+%2528740%25292.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--AJwmz_8-GA/TwLcnuOTWVI/AAAAAAAABAM/7poWbwq_gkI/s320/fotos+isa+%2528740%25292.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Porque para fora do País, só até Badajoz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-1323367400593907504?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/1323367400593907504/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-07.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/1323367400593907504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/1323367400593907504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-07.html' title='Dia 07'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--AJwmz_8-GA/TwLcnuOTWVI/AAAAAAAABAM/7poWbwq_gkI/s72-c/fotos+isa+%2528740%25292.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-7754018047348337792</id><published>2012-01-06T10:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-06T10:45:00.370Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spgiR88ruLg/TwLcNYVho6I/AAAAAAAABAA/NEP0K5KhPEw/s1600/tumblr_l8akr7eKMq1qdrhh2o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spgiR88ruLg/TwLcNYVho6I/AAAAAAAABAA/NEP0K5KhPEw/s320/tumblr_l8akr7eKMq1qdrhh2o1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just cause.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-7754018047348337792?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/7754018047348337792/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-06.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/7754018047348337792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/7754018047348337792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-06.html' title='Dia 06'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spgiR88ruLg/TwLcNYVho6I/AAAAAAAABAA/NEP0K5KhPEw/s72-c/tumblr_l8akr7eKMq1qdrhh2o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-5007294139128197781</id><published>2012-01-05T10:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-05T10:44:01.380Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia 05</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOLtMVJ9OL4/TwLbzyEA1ZI/AAAAAAAAA_0/3kTOXRjzj_g/s1600/C%25C3%25B3pia+de+me+and+laura_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOLtMVJ9OL4/TwLbzyEA1ZI/AAAAAAAAA_0/3kTOXRjzj_g/s200/C%25C3%25B3pia+de+me+and+laura_2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não vou contar com a família, portanto será Madame Laura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-5007294139128197781?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/5007294139128197781/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-05.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/5007294139128197781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/5007294139128197781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-05.html' title='Dia 05'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOLtMVJ9OL4/TwLbzyEA1ZI/AAAAAAAAA_0/3kTOXRjzj_g/s72-c/C%25C3%25B3pia+de+me+and+laura_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-5833936366367193472</id><published>2012-01-04T10:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-04T10:40:00.225Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia 04</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W9CpzbhZjmE/TwLbcAg9rJI/AAAAAAAAA_o/De_0HrQRMiU/s1600/IMG_2017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W9CpzbhZjmE/TwLbcAg9rJI/AAAAAAAAA_o/De_0HrQRMiU/s320/IMG_2017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;( Pai e Manas )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-5833936366367193472?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/5833936366367193472/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-04.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/5833936366367193472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/5833936366367193472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-04.html' title='Dia 04'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W9CpzbhZjmE/TwLbcAg9rJI/AAAAAAAAA_o/De_0HrQRMiU/s72-c/IMG_2017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-4087918956484538455</id><published>2012-01-03T01:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-03T01:29:05.795Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia 03</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Calhou bem este dia - Fotografia dia 03 - Uma foto de quando eras pequeno - E hoje é o meu dia de anos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sn7i7r_h-GI/TwJZo_EezSI/AAAAAAAAA_c/PHHArzZTzkc/s1600/76945_179891785361308_100000214628144_671404_1151846_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sn7i7r_h-GI/TwJZo_EezSI/AAAAAAAAA_c/PHHArzZTzkc/s320/76945_179891785361308_100000214628144_671404_1151846_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;( p.s - Sou a pessoa a sofrer ali no meio)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-4087918956484538455?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/4087918956484538455/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-03.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/4087918956484538455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/4087918956484538455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/dia-03.html' title='Dia 03'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sn7i7r_h-GI/TwJZo_EezSI/AAAAAAAAA_c/PHHArzZTzkc/s72-c/76945_179891785361308_100000214628144_671404_1151846_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-986854640369511449</id><published>2012-01-03T01:23:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-03T01:23:25.878Z</updated><title type='text'>Updates 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fotografia dia 01&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yliuua9SHoU/TwJXBioWcLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/uEPfBbplk00/s1600/DSC023372.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yliuua9SHoU/TwJXBioWcLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/uEPfBbplk00/s200/DSC023372.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fotografia dia 02&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C2honXHZNSM/TwJYTOKAkMI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/3GZU3V-iQDs/s1600/Photo0190.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="163" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C2honXHZNSM/TwJYTOKAkMI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/3GZU3V-iQDs/s200/Photo0190.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-986854640369511449?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/986854640369511449/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/updates-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/986854640369511449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/986854640369511449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2012/01/updates-1.html' title='Updates 1'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yliuua9SHoU/TwJXBioWcLI/AAAAAAAAA-8/uEPfBbplk00/s72-c/DSC023372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-6995715914718488288</id><published>2011-12-31T12:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-31T12:22:21.480Z</updated><title type='text'>Até Para o Ano!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Smd4kCqOWYw/Tv7-S6wRXkI/AAAAAAAAA-w/tgdNHbLof5I/s1600/x_306d8266_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Smd4kCqOWYw/Tv7-S6wRXkI/AAAAAAAAA-w/tgdNHbLof5I/s320/x_306d8266_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Comigo.&lt;br /&gt;No blog ;)&lt;br /&gt;Boas entradas e uma passagem de ano de arromba para todos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-6995715914718488288?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/6995715914718488288/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/12/ate-para-o-ano.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/6995715914718488288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/6995715914718488288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/12/ate-para-o-ano.html' title='Até Para o Ano!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Smd4kCqOWYw/Tv7-S6wRXkI/AAAAAAAAA-w/tgdNHbLof5I/s72-c/x_306d8266_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-3345507823555725170</id><published>2011-12-30T16:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-30T16:37:54.442Z</updated><title type='text'>Como 2+2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNQ9iF3OJ78/Tv3opvt6aTI/AAAAAAAAA-E/9ig4-M1F7ms/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="274" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNQ9iF3OJ78/Tv3opvt6aTI/AAAAAAAAA-E/9ig4-M1F7ms/s320/2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ora bem se umas luvas, um boné e umas joelheiras custaram 105 €. Sabemos que as joelheiras foram o dobro das luvas e que o boné foi o dobro das joelheiras. Quanto custou cada peça do equipamento?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aos nosso olhos digo-vos que é tré facille certo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Temos L + (2L) + 2(2L) = 105 €, e a partir daí sabemos tudo. Agora metam-se lá a misturar letras e números para uma menina na 5ª classe, 1º Período. &amp;nbsp;Ficam carecas de tanto puxarem os cabelos a vós próprios., Incham de tanto inspirar para manter a calma e acima de tudo no final ficam tristes porque a miúda desmanchou a chorar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh valha me Deus.. Eu vou para Professora?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-3345507823555725170?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/3345507823555725170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/12/como-22.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/3345507823555725170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/3345507823555725170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/12/como-22.html' title='Como 2+2!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hNQ9iF3OJ78/Tv3opvt6aTI/AAAAAAAAA-E/9ig4-M1F7ms/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-5721470358344952340</id><published>2011-12-28T14:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-28T14:39:30.217Z</updated><title type='text'>Entrar com a fotografia direita</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Confesso que tirei isto de um &lt;a href="http://danny-bloody-blog.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;blogue&lt;/a&gt; que cruzei os olhos. Não sei se faço tudo. O mais provávél é também desistir. Mas a intenção conta. A ideia é interessante e para que outras pessoas possam partilhar e por ventura achar piada e tentar fazê-lo, aqui fica a minha proposta para os "primeiros"* 100 dias de 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*(os dias em Barcelona não contam)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Dia 01 - Uma foto tua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 02 - Uma foto tua e do teu amigo mais próximo ultimamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 03 - Uma foto de quando eras bebé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 04 - Uma foto tua com alguém da família.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 05 - Uma foto da pessoa com quem passaste mais tempo na tua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 06 - Uma imagem que te faça rir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 07 - Uma foto de alguém com quem um dia gostarias de viajar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 08 - Uma foto antiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 09 - Uma memória favorita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 10 - Um retrato de alguém para fazer as coisas mais loucas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 11 - Uma imagem de algo que odeies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 12 - Uma foto com quem queres passar a tua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 13 - Uma foto da tua banda ou artista preferido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 14 - Uma imagem da tua loja favorita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 15 - Uma imagem de algo que queres fazer antes de morrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 16 - Uma imagem de alguém que te inspira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 17 - Uma imagem de algo que teve um grande impacto na tua vida recentemente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 18 - Uma foto da pessoa mais sexy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 19 - Uma imagem de algo que gostas de fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 20 - Uma imagem de um lugar para gostavas de viajar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 21 - Uma imagem com a pessoa que amas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 22 - Uma imagem de algo que nunca falta antes de saíres de casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 23 - Uma imagem do teu livro ou filme preferido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 24 - Uma foto de alguém com quem passes muito tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 25 - Uma imagem de tua no ano passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 26 - Uma imagem de algo que significa muito para ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 27 - Uma imagem da tua noite preferida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 28 - Uma foto do teu lugar preferido do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 29 - Uma foto que te faz rir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 30 - Uma imagem com a tua citação preferida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 31 - Uma foto da pessoa sem a qual não poderias viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 32 - Um retrato do que fizeste hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 33 - Uma imagem de qualquer sítio onde estiveste hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 34 - Uma imagem a dormir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 35 - Uma foto tirada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;- Pausa para Barcelona -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 36 - Uma foto da tua mascote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 37 - Uma foto tirada na escola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 38 - Uma imagem da tua bebida favorita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 39 - Uma imagem da tua comida favorita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 40 - Uma foto dos teus amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 41 - Uma foto dos teus melhores tempos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 42 - Uma fotografia sua de uma música que gostes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 43 - Uma fotografia tua a celebrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 44 - Uma imagem que descreva a tua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 45 - Uma imagem do teu desenho animado preferido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 46 - Uma imagem que editaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 47 - Uma foto do teu animal de estimação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 48 - Uma imagem tua com mais de dez anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 49 - Uma foto tua com o teu melhor amigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 50 - Uma fotografia onde se coma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 51 - Uma foto tua com a tua melhor amiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 52 - Uma fotografia tua com um disfarce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 53 - Uma foto de ti num carro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 54 - Uma foto das tuas últimas férias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 55 - Uma imagem inesquecível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 56 - Uma imagem de ti aconchegada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 57 - Uma foto tua com cara engraçada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 58 - Uma foto do teu cabelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 59 - Uma imagem tua com a tua avó.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 60 - Uma imagem que ames.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 61 - Uma fotografia tua no Outono.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 62 - Uma foto tua num passeio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 63 - Uma mala de bagagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 64 - Uma imagem tua no trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 65 - Uma foto tua num parque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 66 - Uma imagem tua no ar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 67 - Uma foto em que faças algo infantil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 68 - Uma imagem onde se caia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 69 - Uma foto com a tua madrinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 70 - Uma foto de uma noite louca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 71 - Uma imagem de alguém com quem fales todos os dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 72 - Uma foto tua com as pessoas com quem trabalhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 73 - Uma foto tua numa paisagem incrível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 74 - Uma foto de você num lugar quente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 75 - Uma foto tirada profissionalmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 76 - Uma foto em que recebas um prémio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 77 - Uma fotografia em que bebas algo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 78 - Uma fotografia tua e dos teus amigos a fazer caretas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 79 - Uma foto tua no escuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 80 - Uma foto tua na água.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 81 - Uma foto tua com alguém que ames.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 82 - Uma imagem com um amigo que não vês há muito tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 83 - Uma imagem com uma amiga que não vês há muito tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 84 - Uma fotografia tua e de um colega de equipa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 85 - Uma imagem de um projecto escolar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 86 - Uma foto das tuas férias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 87 - Uma foto de alguém que te ajuda com a escola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 88 - Uma foto de alguém com quem cresceste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 89 - Uma imagem de paz para ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 90 - Uma foto tua num hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 91 - Uma foto em que uses a tua cor preferida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 92 - Uma fotografia tua a jogar um jogo com os teus amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 93 - Uma imagem da tua escola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 94 - Uma imagem do teu jogo de tabuleiro favorito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 95 - Uma fotografia tua a comer com os teus amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 96 - Uma imagem do teu filme favorito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 97 - Uma imagem de alguém estranho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 98 - Uma fotografia tua com os teus amigos num bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 99 - A tua primeira imagem de perfil do Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dia 100 - Uma fotografia tua a sorrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-5721470358344952340?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/5721470358344952340/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/12/entrar-com-fotografia-direita.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/5721470358344952340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/5721470358344952340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/12/entrar-com-fotografia-direita.html' title='Entrar com a fotografia direita'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-4806296924008293170</id><published>2011-12-28T03:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-28T03:40:01.398Z</updated><title type='text'>É um facto.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HpK_YHFiDXU/TvqO_2We1cI/AAAAAAAAA9M/SuJiCj8HdBQ/s1600/tumblr_lwvn5lRTGx1qj6onbo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HpK_YHFiDXU/TvqO_2We1cI/AAAAAAAAA9M/SuJiCj8HdBQ/s320/tumblr_lwvn5lRTGx1qj6onbo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São 3.38 e eu estou no blog a publicar isto.&lt;br /&gt;C'mon brain cells.. take a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-4806296924008293170?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/4806296924008293170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/12/e-um-facto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/4806296924008293170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/4806296924008293170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/12/e-um-facto.html' title='É um facto.'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HpK_YHFiDXU/TvqO_2We1cI/AAAAAAAAA9M/SuJiCj8HdBQ/s72-c/tumblr_lwvn5lRTGx1qj6onbo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-3961189531817916089</id><published>2011-12-04T16:49:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-04T16:52:55.462Z</updated><title type='text'>É oficial</title><content type='html'>... Chegou a altura do Harry potter, Senhor dos anéis e Crónicas de Nárnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que altura é esta? Pois bem meus caros eu digo-vos. É a altura do estudo e dos exames. Sem estes filmes que dão vezes e vezes sem conta eu não tinha companhia para aguentar horas a fim de química, Tectónica e as melhorias que vierem. Venham então! Vou arrumar o quarto, tomar um banhinho e sentar-me na secretária de caneta na mão pronta para vos receber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's show Time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-3961189531817916089?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/3961189531817916089/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/12/e-oficial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/3961189531817916089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/3961189531817916089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/12/e-oficial.html' title='É oficial'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-9127931112942255008</id><published>2011-11-27T23:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-27T23:17:29.465Z</updated><title type='text'>A realizar. A fazer. A cumprir..</title><content type='html'>Temos tanto planeado. Somos aventureiros de mochila sempre pronta. Disso não tenham dúvidas. Chamem-nos que nós vamos.. Façam-nos rir, façam-nos correr, façam-nos gritar ALL TOGETHER NOW! Eu garanto que nos fazemos ouvir para lá da barreira do som.Temos tanto planeado. Estamos a cumprir tanto.Quando descobrires que a vida são dois dias e um deles é o dia de hoje vais fazer como eu. Vais fazer como nós. Vais passar do dizer ao fazer e acredita que não te vais arrepender nem um segundo!Este fim-de-semana lá fomos para a Figueira da foz. ("UOUUuu que aventura --' " dizem vocês.) Andavamos a combinar à milhares de anos ir lá passar uns dias e olha. Decidimos e fomos agora. Isso sim é que é importante. Fomos. E divertimo-nos imenso...E jogámos Batalha Naval, vimos arroz a queimar, fomos correr na marginal de manhã e vimos filmes e aconchegámo-nos no sofá e passeámos pela praia....  E soube tão bem. E soube bem ter as minhas pessoas comigo. Vem o próximo semana e eu pergunto... Guess where i'm going ^^ ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-9127931112942255008?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/9127931112942255008/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/11/realizar-fazer-cumprir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/9127931112942255008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/9127931112942255008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/11/realizar-fazer-cumprir.html' title='A realizar. A fazer. A cumprir..'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-3558699365543212100</id><published>2011-11-05T23:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-05T23:30:19.996Z</updated><title type='text'>1</title><content type='html'>Não há nada que conforte…Mesmo nada. Chega sempre naquela altura do dia, já previsível. Vem a dor no peito, o aperto no estômago que te obriga a abraçar com toda a força que tens com medo de que as partes não aguentem juntas muito mais tempo. Sou um prato de porcelana aos pedaços. Essa é a verdade. Sou aquele prato do burro azul que é dele. Esse continua na parede lá de casa… Os panos da limpeza podem ser pedaços das blusas antigas que eu agarrei no outro dia e me fez sufocar.O ar falta como se estivéssemos a grandes profundidades, a cabeça anda à roda e os sentidos apagam-se. Tudo isto no segundo, no minuto, na hora do dia em que ele vem. A verdade é que está cá sempre. Mas aquele momento ah! É tortura.Mas tenho medo de que sem esta tortura diária o cheiro desvaneça, o olhar se apague e a voz se torne irreconhecível. Tenho tanto medo. Isto tudo agora porque a mãe é tua, o pai era meu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-3558699365543212100?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/3558699365543212100/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/11/1.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/3558699365543212100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/3558699365543212100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/11/1.html' title='1'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-8082000837880869400</id><published>2011-10-13T13:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T18:51:56.083+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='England 2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A minha vida dava um livro'/><title type='text'>Capítulo 1</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Eram aí umas 11.10 quando o autocarro chegou à porta de casa. A viagem ia começar... Depois de comprar os bilhetes de combóio em Coimbra-B, ainda tive tempo de ir ao LIDL e à tipica pastelaria do Loreto - Bairro onde eu vivi no meu primeiro ano da faculdade (para se situarem) - para comprar o pequeno-almoço fresquinho e alguns snacks para o caminho.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Quando voltei para a minha irmã lá nos abastecemos de combustível até ao limite. Quando estavamos bem saciadas eis que chega o Justin. Foi giro ficarmos à espera do mesmo combóio e ainda ter a oportunidade de me despedir dele quando chegámos a Espinho.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Bem... tenho a dizer que o metro no Porto é uma confusão. Não há sinalização do sentido das linhas e depois ainda temos de ouvir Senhoras a mandar vir porque levamos as malas de viagem junto às pernas, impedindo as pessoas de se sentar. Mas ela queria que eu as pusesse onde?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Chegámos ao aeroporto bastante cedo e depois do check-in, de apitar em tudo o quanto era máquina, de comprar tabaco para 2 anos e comprar pipas à moda de Portugal ficámos sem rigorosamente nada para fazer. Isto de esperar e esperar tem os seus contras pois é aqui que os problemas começam. Pois é. Experimentem ter uma irmã como a Ágata que desespera e entra em parafuso assim que os niveis de nicotina decrescem no sangue...é um "Deus me Acuda!" pois é. A fase inicial é caracterizada por mudanças de humor.. Cor vermelha na cara, arames farpados dos dentes a aparecer como se nos fosse trincar, olhos semi-cerrados e punhos fechados.. A fase seguinte passa por um distânciamento e muitas chamadas telefónicas para evitar descarregar em mim, se bem que descarrega na mesma, e por fim a separação. É sempre mais fácil quando eu fico numa zona do aeroporto e ela na zona oposta. Aí sim... somos verdadeiras irmãs e todos ficam felizes e contentes!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Agora passando à frente as horas de espera, o embarque na porta nº11 e a acomodação no aviãozinho, escrevo só a dizer que aquela ansiedade de voar, o sorrisinho no canto do lábio e a excitação estava...a zero. A sério! Aquele pensamento de "yey vou andar de avião" perdeu-se algures na infância digo-vos já.. Que tristeza que foi essa sensação vazia. Enfim. A viagem correu bem, chegamos sã e salvas, fomos recebidas pela minha tia e pelo meu tio, rumo a casa e caminha que se faz tarde. A entrevista de trabalho era no dia a seguir e tinhamos que estar frescas e saudáveis para arrebatar com aquilo tudo!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; And we&amp;nbsp;nailed&amp;nbsp;it indeed ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Capítulo 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;The Lion&lt;/span&gt; interview&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;, the witch &lt;/span&gt;playing&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt; and&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;wardrobe&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;shopping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-8082000837880869400?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/8082000837880869400/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/10/capitulo-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/8082000837880869400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/8082000837880869400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/10/capitulo-1.html' title='Capítulo 1'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-6064097868729646937</id><published>2011-10-12T12:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T12:46:11.317+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dar vida à expressão...</title><content type='html'>...A minha vida dava um livro.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ora Muitos Bons Dias Caros leitores!&lt;br /&gt;Se estão a pensar &amp;nbsp;" Já não era sem tempo!" têm razão. Já estava na altura de aqui voltar, de aqui vir deixar as parvoeiras do dia-a-dia e de aqui vir para escrever tudo o que me vem na alma.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixei-vos a dizer que ia escrever todos os dias que estivesse em Inglaterra. Pois bem esta história deu algumas reviravoltas que ninguém estava à espera e se estiverem dispostos a "lê-las", eu contarei de muito bom grado.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voltemos então atrás no tempo e ao dia da partida sim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Capítulo I&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My Dream..Is to fly..Over the Rainbow..So high ..(was it?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-6064097868729646937?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/6064097868729646937/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/10/dar-vida-expressao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/6064097868729646937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/6064097868729646937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/10/dar-vida-expressao.html' title='Dar vida à expressão...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-4451338404462008251</id><published>2011-07-09T23:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T23:30:39.919+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='England 2011'/><title type='text'>E é já</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Amanhã!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Decidi que vou fazer um "journal" da minha viagem e que vou postar aqui as fotos mais caricatas, as situações mais estranhas, as mais divertidas e até mesmo as mais banais. Vou escrever-vos à medida que tiver coisas boas para contar.&lt;br /&gt;- Agora simplesmente vou acabar as limpezas e dormir . Boa noite*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-4451338404462008251?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/4451338404462008251/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/07/e-e-ja.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/4451338404462008251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/4451338404462008251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/07/e-e-ja.html' title='E é já'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-5113146722477793310</id><published>2011-07-04T16:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T16:32:32.909+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneios'/><title type='text'>Sonhos para a Marta</title><content type='html'>Prometi a mim mesma que só voltava aqui ao blog depois dos exames. Tenho mesmo que focar para esta última cadeira e fico com tudo feitinho!&lt;br /&gt;De qualquer forma não resisti e tinha de vir aqui partilhar.&lt;br /&gt;Marta Frazão tive um sonho buéee fixe! - Ora bem andava eu pelas ruas de Basingstoke em Inglaterra e cruzava-me com o Rupert Grint (Ron no Harry Potter) e eu óobviooo que lhe interrompia o passeio para pedir um autógrafo! Melhor melhor é que não pedia o autógrafo para mim... Foi mesmo do género "Olha importas-te de assinar para Marta Frazão por favor? :D &amp;nbsp;e depois pedia para tirar uma foto com ele para ela acreditar em mim! xD E ele ficava tipo..O.o "Olha e tu não queres um autógrafo para ti também? Não és minha fã?" E eu tipo na maior "Não não... é só para ela mesmo! " e ele ficava triste e voltavamos cada um à nossa vida...&lt;br /&gt;Bem. Quando acordo fico... "coisa estranha" Porquê? Porque eu adoroo aquele Ruivo... mas enfim.. "ao menos a marta ganhou um autógrafo e eu uma foto xD"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto é o que dá adormecer com Harry Potter... Muita Fisiologia animal a actuar, muitos neurotransmissores e muitos receptores a funcionar... Gente! Faltam 6 dia para ir para Inglaterra! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-5113146722477793310?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/5113146722477793310/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/07/sonhos-para-marta.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/5113146722477793310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/5113146722477793310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/07/sonhos-para-marta.html' title='Sonhos para a Marta'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-5706620843356997073</id><published>2011-06-26T00:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T00:03:32.760+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estudo'/><title type='text'>Enquanto eles se divertem...</title><content type='html'>Quando começo a estudar metabolismo as crianças da rua começam a bater palmas e a gritar em coro "Beijaa..! Beijaa..! Beijaa..! " .&lt;br /&gt;Esboço um sorriso pacóvio e volto a analisar a diferenciação das vias anabólicas e catabólicas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-5706620843356997073?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/5706620843356997073/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/06/enquanto-eles-se-divertem.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/5706620843356997073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/5706620843356997073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/06/enquanto-eles-se-divertem.html' title='Enquanto eles se divertem...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-6995821436763134479</id><published>2011-06-25T11:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T11:20:00.172+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneios'/><title type='text'>Comentas ou vais nua</title><content type='html'>Quando eu grito á minha irmã "vai comentar o meu blogue!"&lt;br /&gt;Ela responde-me com cara de parva "mas eu nunca li o teu blogue, o que é que vou comentar?"&lt;br /&gt;Fico toda vermelha e digo-lhe "tira já o meu casaco.."&lt;br /&gt;Ao que ela fica com os olhos a brilhar e responde com um beicinho pegado "mas.. eu não tenho mais nada para vestir..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-6995821436763134479?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/6995821436763134479/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/06/comentas-ou-vais-nua.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/6995821436763134479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/6995821436763134479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/06/comentas-ou-vais-nua.html' title='Comentas ou vais nua'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-7432232275580966418</id><published>2011-06-24T21:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T13:51:50.701+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curiosidades'/><title type='text'>Uma história que nunca vai morrer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="257" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/i5DOKOt7ZF4?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/i5DOKOt7ZF4?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="257" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Curiosos? também eu - Inscrevam-se aqui e dia 31 de Julho descobrimos ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P.s. - Descobri isto à pála do Aftas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pottermore.com/"&gt;Pottermore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-7432232275580966418?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/7432232275580966418/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/06/uma-historia-que-nunca-vai-morrer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/7432232275580966418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/7432232275580966418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/06/uma-historia-que-nunca-vai-morrer.html' title='Uma história que nunca vai morrer...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-6692311562670876980</id><published>2011-06-24T16:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T16:26:57.737+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estudo'/><title type='text'>Vamos lá então</title><content type='html'>Juro que pensei muitas vezes..."É agora Maria. Vá... levanta-te da cama, vai para a secretária e mete-te a estudar!" - pensei e escolhi ignorar.&lt;br /&gt;Durante estes dias a Maria objectiva adormeceu. &lt;br /&gt;Back on tracks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-6692311562670876980?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/6692311562670876980/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/06/vamos-la-entao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/6692311562670876980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/6692311562670876980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/06/vamos-la-entao.html' title='Vamos lá então'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-8135079929604604040</id><published>2011-06-23T00:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T00:47:30.691+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Movie time</title><content type='html'>Para ver com amigas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="257"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/cFVqCtQUtNc?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/cFVqCtQUtNc?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="257" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ver com um pote de gelado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="257"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/vum62JOVuwY?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/vum62JOVuwY?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="257" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para rir entre a tortura de exames...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="257"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/VihlsPKMh4U?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/VihlsPKMh4U?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="257" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-8135079929604604040?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/8135079929604604040/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/06/movie-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/8135079929604604040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/8135079929604604040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/06/movie-time.html' title='Movie time'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-2345158138122775913</id><published>2011-06-20T12:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T12:16:47.381+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carnaval'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas'/><title type='text'>Olha a cabeleira do Zézé...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estão a ver aqui este post anterior? Sim.. Yey tive 17! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Passando à frente... Conseguem imaginar o quão anciosa estou para que tudo isto acabe? Para que chegue dia 10 e eu diga "Até Setembro minha gente!". &amp;nbsp;Que formigueirozinho que me percorre a espinha todos os dias!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Faltam exactamente 20 dias - Entrei em contagem decrescente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Até lá vou tentar, tentar a todo o custo não pensar nisso e estudar e estudar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coisas a assentar:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- tenho que ir comprar uma mochila&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- e um telemóvel funcional!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coisas de Fim-de-semana:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Passei por Tomar a caminho de casa para apanhar o Daniel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Ágata "Eu sou "Tia", não posso dizer que sou pobre!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Nunca estudei tanto num combóio como nesta última viagem para Coimbra. (nunca viagem me pareceu tão longa também)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Já tenho os meus óculos de sol novos e as lentes de contacto de ensaio ! - as quais demoro e demoro e demoro a meter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Ganhei uns óculos da Malibu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Comi cericaia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Matei Saudades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Pus a conversa em dia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Assisti ao &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;Carnaval de Verão de Elvas&lt;/span&gt;... Pronto. Era aqui que eu queria chegar..!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EEEccYtGVXo/Tf8qeP79IxI/AAAAAAAAA8k/C_lC9YZbvb8/s1600/elvas_carnaval_cartaz_verao-600x422.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EEEccYtGVXo/Tf8qeP79IxI/AAAAAAAAA8k/C_lC9YZbvb8/s320/elvas_carnaval_cartaz_verao-600x422.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em Elvas o Carnaval é uma época muito festiva.. è verdade. São milhares de pessoas que vêm de propósito assistir ao desfile, centenas de pessoas mascaradas, muito espirito de festa e muita alegria... Isto, claro, em Fevereiro!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em Fevereiro o Carnaval em Elvas tem um desfile que ocorre durante 3 dias... Este ano, choveu. Pois... As juntas de freguesia que trabalharam imenso nos fatos e nos carros alegóricos queixaram-se porque só desfilaram um dia e como tal decidiram criar este evento. "Carnaval de Verão".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para animar a festa com este carnavalzinho trouxeram ainda como de costume algumas comparsas espanholas e uma prendinha para os homens babados. As mulheres nuas das escolas de Samba da Figueira da Foz e de Sesimbra.. Sim porque elas vinham nuas.. O que faz todo o sentido no samba do Brasil, até no samba da Figueira... Mas no Samba de Verão do Alentejo.. foi triste...Foi muito triste. ( E quando digo que vinham nuas atenção... é porque iam mesmo nuas...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O certo é que a ideia é ridicula.. O espirito é diferente e o Carnaval é em Fevereiro/Março !. De qualquer forma ainda esteve muita gente e pelo que percebi foi um sucesso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora digo eu ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Sr. Presidente.. Esteve a chover no S.Mateus... &amp;nbsp; Este ano temos S.Mateus até ao Natal?" :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E certo mais que certo ainda é que para o ano de certeza que vamos ter : "2º Carnaval Internacional de Verão"...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"... And Since we got no place to go.. Let It snow, Let it snow, let it snow..." &amp;nbsp;Ups.. época errada. Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-2345158138122775913?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/2345158138122775913/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/06/olha-cabeleira-do-zeze.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/2345158138122775913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/2345158138122775913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/06/olha-cabeleira-do-zeze.html' title='Olha a cabeleira do Zézé...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EEEccYtGVXo/Tf8qeP79IxI/AAAAAAAAA8k/C_lC9YZbvb8/s72-c/elvas_carnaval_cartaz_verao-600x422.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-6150402036761833274</id><published>2011-06-17T00:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T00:57:33.497+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estudo'/><title type='text'>Siga que se faz tarde!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Que esta manhã passe como nunca passou o tempo antes. Que passe rapidamente e ao mesmo tempo com toda a calma para fazer o exame. Que passe sem eu dar por ela mas que ao mesmo tempo tenha toda a atenção &amp;nbsp;para os pequenos promenores. Que siga, que voe, que caminhe num silêncio dos berrantes e ao mesmo tempo que não passe num sussuro para que eu consiga tossir enquanto troco ideias com o vizinho do lado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Quero ficar despachada..Quero mesmo mesmo muito...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;"I wanna be in another place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I hate when you say you don't understand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;(You'll see it's something to be)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;I wanna be in the energy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555;"&gt;Not with the enemy, a place for my head."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Linkin Park - A place for my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-6150402036761833274?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/6150402036761833274/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/06/siga-que-se-faz-tarde.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/6150402036761833274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/6150402036761833274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/06/siga-que-se-faz-tarde.html' title='Siga que se faz tarde!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-4765384895577922820</id><published>2011-06-12T21:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T21:41:02.347+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aniversários'/><title type='text'>Parabéns Ivo :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É assim. Não sei que se passa com o meu telemovel que ora liga, ora desliga e para fugir à multidão facebook..(vá mais ou menos dado que vou ter que publicar lá isto xD) enfim.. Pus aqui estes "Parabéns" para ti =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Cff0KIxGHw/TfUiTmlh0YI/AAAAAAAAA8g/m9cF_C_H9ZM/s1600/ivo.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Cff0KIxGHw/TfUiTmlh0YI/AAAAAAAAA8g/m9cF_C_H9ZM/s320/ivo.bmp" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Personagem mais única, mais maluca, mais depravada, mais extrovertido, que ao mesmo tempo não tem nenhum e tem todos os parafusos, gosto muito de ti e tu sabes bem disso, portanto só queria desejar um Feliz &amp;nbsp;Dia de anos.. Divertt imenso e descansa os neurónios do estudo :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Beijinhooos*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ahh - a foto debaixo n podia deixar de a publicar porque enfim. xD é os teus momentos de macacadas xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-4765384895577922820?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/4765384895577922820/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/06/parabens-ivo-d.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/4765384895577922820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/4765384895577922820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/06/parabens-ivo-d.html' title='Parabéns Ivo :D'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Cff0KIxGHw/TfUiTmlh0YI/AAAAAAAAA8g/m9cF_C_H9ZM/s72-c/ivo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-7470111095384358374</id><published>2011-06-08T11:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T11:59:00.525+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Esta personagem...</title><content type='html'>... é um espetáculo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="257" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/Zp1BYzIVi0U?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/Zp1BYzIVi0U?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="257" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já tinha visto os antigos todos.. e a voz dele está quase copy-paste dos filmes, verdade, mas este video.. Uau!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-7470111095384358374?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/7470111095384358374/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/06/esta-personagem.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/7470111095384358374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/7470111095384358374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/06/esta-personagem.html' title='Esta personagem...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-3906322372291435477</id><published>2011-06-06T20:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T20:19:41.431+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curiosidades'/><title type='text'>Sabiam que..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 15px;" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px;"&gt;HOTEL OFERECE REFEIÇÕES DE GRAÇA PARA QUEM ESTIVER DISPOSTO A GERAR ELETRICIDADE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VzITnMchJ20/Te0oElMltbI/AAAAAAAAA8U/v8iheoayRXY/s1600/image2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="124" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VzITnMchJ20/Te0oElMltbI/AAAAAAAAA8U/v8iheoayRXY/s200/image2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; O Crown Plaza Hotel, em Copenhague, Dinamarca , oferece uma grande oportunidade para quem quer fazer uma boa refeição sem deixar de cuidar do planeta. O hotel disponibiliza bicicletas ligadas a um gerador de eletricidade para os hóspedes voluntários. Cada um deles deve produzir pelo menos 10 Watts/hora de eletricidade aproximadamente 15 minutos de pedalada para um adulto saudável. Após o exercício, o hóspede recebe um generoso vale-refeição: 26 euros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-3906322372291435477?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/3906322372291435477/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/06/sabiam-que.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/3906322372291435477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/3906322372291435477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/06/sabiam-que.html' title='Sabiam que..'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VzITnMchJ20/Te0oElMltbI/AAAAAAAAA8U/v8iheoayRXY/s72-c/image2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-4618273634678029376</id><published>2011-06-05T02:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T02:39:08.737+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas'/><title type='text'>Sandálias na esplanada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Depois de um dia a fazer limpezas, olhas para a outra metade da casa e pensas... Oh não! Ainda me falta milhares! É nessa altura que te convidam para um café... As pessoas têm sempre o dom de intervenir nos momentos exactos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vestes as tuas calças com a tua t-shirt, colocas as tuas sandálias rasas e vais para o fresquinho da noite. Sentes o ventinho nos teus dedos dos pés e até te apetece ouvir música, dançar ou mesmo dar uma corridinha... "Está uma noite mesmo boa!" pensas tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Tomas um cafézinho para acordar, uma água para acalmar a sede, um gelado para matar a gulodice e falas e falas e falas como se não houvesse amanhã. Ris-te com as coisas que ouves e que vês. Ficas chocada a saber umas e outras coisas e atiras para o ar escandalosas gargalhadas que só fazem é bem à saude e ao espirito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Como sabe bem respirar numa esplanada, esticada sem pensar em mais nada e em ninguém!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;São estas noites que ajudam uma pessoa a continuar e a ganhar forças para o que está para vir mesmo quando és surpreendida por personagens estranhas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;É verdade. É sabido por todos que uma noite destas só pode acabar com coisas estranhas e na verdade acabou mesmo. Acabou comigo e com a Liliane a afirmar que somos irmãs, que tinhamos a nossa maltinha à espera no café, a explicar direcções e a incentivar um velho bebâdo, que mais parecia que tinha saído de uma banda desenhada, a não desistir de procurar o seu amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E agora que cheguei a casa este clip pareceu-me perfeito! Vá se lá saber porquê ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="257" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/x9MvUdR6j3w?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/x9MvUdR6j3w?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="257" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-4618273634678029376?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/4618273634678029376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/06/sandalias-na-esplanada.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/4618273634678029376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/4618273634678029376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/06/sandalias-na-esplanada.html' title='Sandálias na esplanada'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-848156233225184601</id><published>2011-05-31T00:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T01:01:57.787+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>Só porque ela diz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;"A woman, especially, if she have the misfortune of knowing anything, should conceal it as well as she can." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jane Austen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XU8ZG26X5vw/TeQuNnX11NI/AAAAAAAAA8A/N4EbVeNYL5Y/s1600/Becoming-Jane-james-mcavoy-240918_1280_960.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XU8ZG26X5vw/TeQuNnX11NI/AAAAAAAAA8A/N4EbVeNYL5Y/s320/Becoming-Jane-james-mcavoy-240918_1280_960.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612661847052637394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XU8ZG26X5vw/TeQuNnX11NI/AAAAAAAAA8A/N4EbVeNYL5Y/s1600/Becoming-Jane-james-mcavoy-240918_1280_960.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Só porque sou uma lady..Quinta-feira vou esconder à minha professora de Hidrogeologia que não sei nada da matéria... Afinal de contas não quero que a minha grande sabedoria, o meu génio e a minha dotada inteligência a embaraçem em frente aos restantes alunos não é verdade?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minha querida Jane, o meu muito obrigado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-848156233225184601?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/848156233225184601/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-porque-ela-diz.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/848156233225184601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/848156233225184601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-porque-ela-diz.html' title='Só porque ela diz'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XU8ZG26X5vw/TeQuNnX11NI/AAAAAAAAA8A/N4EbVeNYL5Y/s72-c/Becoming-Jane-james-mcavoy-240918_1280_960.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-3593487563258043269</id><published>2011-05-22T20:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T20:58:48.731+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curiosidades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas'/><title type='text'>Coisas</title><content type='html'>Porque faz todo o sentido existir um extintor nas bioquímicas que diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Apenas usar entre 20 a 40º " &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isto significa que se houver um incendio no laboratório e não chegar aos 20º não podemos usar o extintor? Ou até mesmo quando as chamas elevam a temperatura para lá de 40ºC também não podemos usar o extintor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-3593487563258043269?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/3593487563258043269/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/05/coisas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/3593487563258043269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/3593487563258043269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/05/coisas.html' title='Coisas'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-4064781377406807105</id><published>2011-05-18T00:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T11:32:43.676+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coimbra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><title type='text'>Baladas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Ai dá-me um beijo para matar o desejo que sinto por ti"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Calor + chuva + trovoada + Grupo de fados minerva no café Sta.Cruz + as pessoas certas = noite fantástica*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-4064781377406807105?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/4064781377406807105/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/05/baladas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/4064781377406807105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/4064781377406807105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/05/baladas.html' title='Baladas'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-5841621482254611452</id><published>2011-05-16T13:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T13:21:17.414+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas'/><title type='text'>Coisas de autocarro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Agora queria aqui contar uma coisa.. No meio de tantas situações mirabolantes da queima quero contar uma que não tem nada a ver xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia eu muito bem a adormecer no banco de trás do autocarro (33 - Portagem -&amp;gt; Quinta da Maia - passando pelo vale das flores, coimbra shopping, etc) quando um grupo de jovens entra. Uma rapariga era de Coimbra e os restantes deviam ser amigos que tinham vindo para a queima de certo e estavam a caminho de casa para o descanso merecido...Despertaram-me um bocadinho pelas gargalhadas e coisas do género.. Passando à frente.. Chegamos nós à Rua Fernando namora quando a Senhora do autocarro diz: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- "Próxima Paragem..Fernando Namora 2". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E vai um dos jovens e diz &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- "O fernando namora 2??!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; xD eu que nunca tinha reparado em tal coisa ri-me. Continuamos a andar e volta a senhora:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- "Proxima Paragem: Fernando Namora 1" - e volta o moço:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- " Então agora já só namora um? e "Um" ainda por cima!xD" .  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu que já estava a entrar na cabeça dele, estava prestes a adivinhar que ele não tarda dizia que o fernando já não namorava ninguém, mas não, não disse... Entretanto prosseguimos caminho e vai que a Senhora diz:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- " Próxima paragem Carolina Michaelis". O moço óbvio que tinha que se pronunciar:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- "Carolina quê?"  - ao que a moça de coimbra diz:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- " Carolina Michaelis".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Ele na tranquilidade do seu ser vira-se para a jovem na maior:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- "Ah então esta não namora ningúem?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-"não" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-"Então arranja-me o número dela sff."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;very very nice xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-5841621482254611452?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/5841621482254611452/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/05/coisas-de-autocarro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/5841621482254611452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/5841621482254611452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/05/coisas-de-autocarro.html' title='Coisas de autocarro'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-8519276302821530818</id><published>2011-05-16T13:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T13:20:33.463+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dias assim são Bons'/><title type='text'>Ai sol como te adoro</title><content type='html'>Estes dias não podiam estar a ser melhores... &lt;div&gt;Depois de uma queima bem queimada com direito a tudo e mais alguma coisa, os passeios no parque e a boa-disposição a condizer com o sol que está lá em cima são tudo o que melhor há na vida. Isto e dormir em hotéis, almoçar e jantar fora no mesmo dia, acordar e tomar pequeno almoço na baixa, comer empadas junto ao rio... A sério quem diz que a Maria está cheia de trabalhos e coisas para fazer? Ninguém claro!&lt;br /&gt;Prometo que amanha muda tudo. Mas só amanhã que hoje a Laura ainda cá está!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aqui um àparte! - Não esquecer que está a decorrer a Feira do Livro até 22 de Maio no Parque verde! Vão espreitar!  (Apesar de na minha opinião estar francamente pobrezinha em livros e além disso, apesar de adorar a nova morada, tenho de admitir que torna impossível lá passear durante a tarde com o calor que tem estado. Portanto, aconselho a espreitar sim, mas de noite! xD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-8519276302821530818?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/8519276302821530818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/05/ai-sol-como-te-adoro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/8519276302821530818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/8519276302821530818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/05/ai-sol-como-te-adoro.html' title='Ai sol como te adoro'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-821805732189527464</id><published>2011-05-09T22:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T22:20:00.183+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Piropos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3kwIxHIThhY/TcHDJFLVLzI/AAAAAAAAA7A/jr0qhgjLw3o/s1600/Rui.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 74px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3kwIxHIThhY/TcHDJFLVLzI/AAAAAAAAA7A/jr0qhgjLw3o/s400/Rui.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602973972201549618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-821805732189527464?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/821805732189527464/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/05/piropos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/821805732189527464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/821805732189527464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/05/piropos.html' title='Piropos'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3kwIxHIThhY/TcHDJFLVLzI/AAAAAAAAA7A/jr0qhgjLw3o/s72-c/Rui.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-5315500641643897133</id><published>2011-05-05T22:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T22:18:00.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Estes dois</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; . . . São personagens únicas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uT3YWSMh-to/TcHCvujOQSI/AAAAAAAAA64/YDz9iIxQo8Y/s1600/Laura.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uT3YWSMh-to/TcHCvujOQSI/AAAAAAAAA64/YDz9iIxQo8Y/s400/Laura.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602973536631013666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-5315500641643897133?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/5315500641643897133/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/05/estes-dois.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/5315500641643897133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/5315500641643897133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/05/estes-dois.html' title='Estes dois'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uT3YWSMh-to/TcHCvujOQSI/AAAAAAAAA64/YDz9iIxQo8Y/s72-c/Laura.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-309787548906786188</id><published>2011-05-04T11:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T11:36:46.822+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recordações'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biologia'/><title type='text'>Foram...</title><content type='html'>- 5 caloiras de Biologia&lt;div&gt;- 1 caloira de Antropologia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 caloira de electro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 2 caloiras de psicologia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foram uma boa colheira, muitas tesouradas, boas corridas, grandes risadas e uma noite única como só Coimbra sabe ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-309787548906786188?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/309787548906786188/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/05/foram.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/309787548906786188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/309787548906786188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/05/foram.html' title='Foram...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-5769125353490789647</id><published>2011-05-01T23:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T00:04:03.655+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recordações'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotografias'/><title type='text'>just a preview</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apercebam-se que estive uma hora a pesquisar fotografias antigas para "provar" ao Sal que tive o cabelo às cores. O engraçado na coisa é que não resisti a tirar umas fotos extras que me deram muitas saudadeeees e outras que me fizeram rir imenso do género: "NÃO! eu usava aquela roupa??!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ox8yWb1C8dQ/Tb3mJaUzJrI/AAAAAAAAA6o/FUMGFgxugpg/s320/Natal_01.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 140px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601886560878536370" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As mulheres numa viagem ao Brasil ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4jKhfEHA4Rc/Tb3mfMariKI/AAAAAAAAA6w/cKtme8Rrw0Y/s400/Hotel_38.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 201px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601886935102228642" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Opá mas a minha pequenina era tão fofa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-5769125353490789647?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/5769125353490789647/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-preview.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/5769125353490789647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/5769125353490789647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-preview.html' title='just a preview'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ox8yWb1C8dQ/Tb3mJaUzJrI/AAAAAAAAA6o/FUMGFgxugpg/s72-c/Natal_01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-7930828517960065799</id><published>2011-05-01T12:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T12:21:11.471+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queima'/><title type='text'>Quase quase!</title><content type='html'>Falta só mais um teste para a serenata, falta só mais uma saída de campo para a queima, faltam só mais 5 dias para o recinto! Ai que cheirinho bom...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-7930828517960065799?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/7930828517960065799/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/05/quase-quase.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/7930828517960065799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/7930828517960065799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/05/quase-quase.html' title='Quase quase!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-434885894947691285</id><published>2011-04-23T19:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T19:40:54.371+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas'/><title type='text'>Jealous?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BLleCI9HSt8/TbMdAqCfOhI/AAAAAAAAA6g/2rAbdtqDLVk/s1600/tap%2Bb.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BLleCI9HSt8/TbMdAqCfOhI/AAAAAAAAA6g/2rAbdtqDLVk/s400/tap%2Bb.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598850658873588242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-434885894947691285?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/434885894947691285/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/04/jealous.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/434885894947691285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/434885894947691285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/04/jealous.html' title='Jealous?'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BLleCI9HSt8/TbMdAqCfOhI/AAAAAAAAA6g/2rAbdtqDLVk/s72-c/tap%2Bb.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-130721674599485984</id><published>2011-04-20T19:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T19:33:41.876+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estudo'/><title type='text'>The older the better</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OWFMB2PltUY/Ta8mWecTXmI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/51H3_uH5Hdc/s1600/1%2BStar%2BWars.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OWFMB2PltUY/Ta8mWecTXmI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/51H3_uH5Hdc/s320/1%2BStar%2BWars.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597735029415566946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A melhor companhia para uma tarde/noite de estudo! Que saudades tinha deles :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-130721674599485984?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/130721674599485984/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/04/older-better.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/130721674599485984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/130721674599485984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/04/older-better.html' title='The older the better'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OWFMB2PltUY/Ta8mWecTXmI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/51H3_uH5Hdc/s72-c/1%2BStar%2BWars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-860368979973064533</id><published>2011-04-16T17:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T17:10:21.158+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagens'/><title type='text'>Sem Palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8ic_9Ck9-Tg/Tam_OU7u0SI/AAAAAAAAA5w/kH67B8cFpz0/s320/tumblr_li7hgc6m271qea02po1_500_large.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596214264842866978" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Imagem &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/8001667"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/8001667"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt; Vou deixar ao vosso critério a análise desta imagem xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-860368979973064533?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/860368979973064533/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/04/sem-palavras.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/860368979973064533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/860368979973064533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/04/sem-palavras.html' title='Sem Palavras'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8ic_9Ck9-Tg/Tam_OU7u0SI/AAAAAAAAA5w/kH67B8cFpz0/s72-c/tumblr_li7hgc6m271qea02po1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-3970891023331671705</id><published>2011-04-12T22:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T22:52:48.038+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dias assim são Bons'/><title type='text'>Olly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-202k2LXy4yw/TaTFV7reODI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/nVqOeIpcFcw/s200/11042011%2528012%2529.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594813617688950834" /&gt;     &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f2n4SyfU3ak/TaTFWC-rPCI/AAAAAAAAA5o/5RfQUO9rQII/s200/11042011%2528024%2529.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594813619648543778" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RkTVesd0wbI/TaTFVx0e5lI/AAAAAAAAA5g/EVFvHi88V-A/s200/11042011%2528020%2529.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594813615042389586" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje o dia foi tão pacífico como o tempo que estava ontém.. Aquele sol sem calor, aquela brisa sem frio, aquela luz do dia que deixa as cores mais vivas e brilhantes... Um dia perfeito para passear enquanto se ouve "Put your records on". É perfeita para o momento, para o dia e para tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Começa-se por despachar as contas, as finanças, a bolsa e as burocracias malucas para poder aproveitar um almoço no jardim da sereia e tirar mil e uma fotografias! E é mais do que óbvio que é nestas alturas em que o dia está a correr bem, que começa a correr ainda melhor! É nestas alturas em que não estamos a programar nada, nem com segundas intenções, nem estamos à espera de rigorosamente nada, que esbarramos com as pessoas mais improváveis de ver..aquelas pessoas que ficamos mais de uma semana sem ver e ficamos com saudades? Sim, essas mesmo.. aii a tarde acabou em grande mesmo...  Venha a Quinta feira e a noite das cinco*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="40"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf"&gt; &lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt; &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;amp;widgetID=25052518&amp;amp;style=grass&amp;amp;p=0"&gt; &lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;amp;widgetID=25052518&amp;amp;style=grass&amp;amp;p=0" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="window"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-3970891023331671705?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/3970891023331671705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/04/olly.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/3970891023331671705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/3970891023331671705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/04/olly.html' title='Olly'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-202k2LXy4yw/TaTFV7reODI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/nVqOeIpcFcw/s72-c/11042011%2528012%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-7840408498210701165</id><published>2011-04-11T11:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T11:55:37.284+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneios'/><title type='text'>Sem te ver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Trj2z5Rs6NE/TaLcwNTKgKI/AAAAAAAAA44/RZu2CnT3GRA/s1600/4_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Trj2z5Rs6NE/TaLcwNTKgKI/AAAAAAAAA44/RZu2CnT3GRA/s320/4_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594276407909449890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;imagem &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/5790165"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não, não consigo estudar. Não, não é porque não queira, vá, é um pedacinho. Sim, é por causa de ti! Mas afinal onde é que estás? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou continuar sem te ver não é? já imaginava...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-7840408498210701165?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/7840408498210701165/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/04/sem-te-ver.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/7840408498210701165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/7840408498210701165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/04/sem-te-ver.html' title='Sem te ver'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Trj2z5Rs6NE/TaLcwNTKgKI/AAAAAAAAA44/RZu2CnT3GRA/s72-c/4_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-9070782443728851078</id><published>2011-04-07T23:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T23:28:37.856+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dias assim são Bons'/><title type='text'>Finos e tremoços</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x6sTv0xulbw/TZ46Vrqsh5I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/YRfU4EGIZaA/s1600/12%2B006.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x6sTv0xulbw/TZ46Vrqsh5I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/YRfU4EGIZaA/s200/12%2B006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592971931414202258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fHxqPSilOqE/TZ46VVaKjOI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/x0NxESf7Iu8/s200/12%2B005.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592971925439286498" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ec8w_-3hyrY/TZ46VH2omII/AAAAAAAAA4I/dSjMDRDXE2w/s200/12%2B001.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592971921800599682" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ai ai ...Eu andava com vontade de tremoços à tanto tempo e nem fazia ideia alguma que ia acabar a come-los enquanto assistia a um jogo do benfica sentadinha na relva da aac (sim e eu sou do Sporting). Tenho a dizer que depois de um dia de tortura..(vá. qualquer dia que tenha metabolismo pelo meio é tortura, mas andar a contar o nº de especies diferentes de mini-plantinhas na Mata do Botânico também não ajudou) é sempre muito mas mesmo muito bom descansar ao fresquinho da relva, da noite e do não-estudo. É extremamente relaxante beber um fino fresquinho acompanhado pela maravilha dos tremoços enquanto nos deixamos divagar por pensamentos sobre tudo e mais alguma coisa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rir um bom bocado, cantar e simplesmente "be" .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas a noite não acaba por aí. Sabe igualmente bem caminhar até casa, o que ainda é um percurso valente, mas que se fez na maior da paz, sob a maior frescura, com uma grande companhia e a cantar uma variedade de coisas, mas principalmente avenged. Deixem que vos diga que já não me punha a cantar assim na rua à bastante tempo mas que soube mesmo muito bem e ajudou a aliviar o Stress de quem agora se vai por a estudar O protocolo de Biologia de Campo para amanhã. Enfim. Já descansei e me pus fresca. Agora voltemos à velha rotina. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Agradecimentos Ao Sal e à Tânia pela pacificidade do meu dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E Parabéns minha Fabi do coração ! Love love love you*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-9070782443728851078?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/9070782443728851078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/04/finos-e-tremocos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/9070782443728851078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/9070782443728851078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/04/finos-e-tremocos.html' title='Finos e tremoços'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x6sTv0xulbw/TZ46Vrqsh5I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/YRfU4EGIZaA/s72-c/12%2B006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-2182961197704348070</id><published>2011-04-04T23:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T23:25:52.683+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aniversários'/><title type='text'>Tão velho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;que tu estás! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OXALdLi-zag/TZpEbqRv13I/AAAAAAAAA3o/uzvppQWWaQA/s400/PICT2116.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591857129329776498" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esta fotografia foi tirada já à mil anos atrás mas é a única que aqui tenho porque o resto já está tudo em Cds que não encontro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rui Rita. És e sempre serás o Meu Rita do coração, e por mais parvinho que estejas com a idade eu vou amar-te sempre! Vou continuar a acordar-te vestida de pai Natal, vou continuar a apanhar boleias contigo para todo o lado, a pedir-te para viajares comigo até Coimbra e voltar no próprio dia ao som dos Prodigy, a convidar-te para jantares em minha casa, para bebermos café, para jogar setas e tudo o mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muitos Parabéns e Muitas felicidades &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-2182961197704348070?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/2182961197704348070/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/04/tao-velho.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/2182961197704348070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/2182961197704348070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/04/tao-velho.html' title='Tão velho'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OXALdLi-zag/TZpEbqRv13I/AAAAAAAAA3o/uzvppQWWaQA/s72-c/PICT2116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-4341103776490283393</id><published>2011-04-03T23:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T23:54:59.470+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><title type='text'>IX Oito Badaladas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cejt345yPxs/TZj6scXEBfI/AAAAAAAAA3g/moBZIZU1xT0/s1600/noite.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cejt345yPxs/TZj6scXEBfI/AAAAAAAAA3g/moBZIZU1xT0/s320/noite.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591494578814584306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XBtzsCI8OLM/TZj2Vx0HuoI/AAAAAAAAA3I/7UdQHSNijzE/s1600/11%2B076.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XBtzsCI8OLM/TZj2Vx0HuoI/AAAAAAAAA3I/7UdQHSNijzE/s200/11%2B076.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591489791390104194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QyRzmU2eowY/TZj1xHFXpPI/AAAAAAAAA24/bl82mHgF8_I/s200/11%2B060.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591489161444435186" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9Q2BoVTIQ/TZj1wv2QluI/AAAAAAAAA2o/nN9KVcEE2_I/s1600/11%2B057.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9Q2BoVTIQ/TZj1wv2QluI/AAAAAAAAA2o/nN9KVcEE2_I/s200/11%2B057.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591489155207042786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7tWpZ8-6E/TZj1wV6tA-I/AAAAAAAAA2g/LkxsjgYsTTs/s200/11%2B055.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591489148246361058" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MzuwW0Xqex0/TZj1w6zlzCI/AAAAAAAAA2w/RIxAF03aSg0/s200/11%2B059.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591489158148639778" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Q776OWIzzQ/TZj1xtxkp8I/AAAAAAAAA3A/BkFHGpCJNpc/s200/11%2B074.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591489171830384578" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Foi no dia 2 que se realizou uma vez mais este espetáculo de Tunas Mistas onde as Tunas a Concurso foram a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Escstunis, de Lisboa, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Instituna, de Leiria, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;TAGES, de Santarém e a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Tuna Médica de Lisboa e Terminou com uma grande actuação da Quantunna (na minha opinião a melhor parte da noite) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Foi uma noite mágica e mais não sei explicar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;É a Fifi e o Fáfá, são cordas novas, são oito badaladas, é a vida de estudante e são os cantares de Coimbra... As saudades apertam nestes momentos, as lágrimas vêm-nos aos olhos e é nesse momento que nos aproximamos da cadeira da Daniela para sussurar: " Nunca mais é a Queima."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Adorei - Obrigado a quem lá esteve, à pequenina que canta com ninguém, ao meu leite com chocolate e à cama do Justin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-4341103776490283393?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/4341103776490283393/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/04/ix-oito-badaladas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/4341103776490283393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/4341103776490283393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/04/ix-oito-badaladas.html' title='IX Oito Badaladas'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cejt345yPxs/TZj6scXEBfI/AAAAAAAAA3g/moBZIZU1xT0/s72-c/noite.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-8701330285586287897</id><published>2011-04-03T14:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T14:35:30.563+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curiosidades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biologia'/><title type='text'>The Story of Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: '\'times new roman\''; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Andava eu aqui no mundo da Blogosfera quando encontrei um passatempo para ganhar um livro que se chama "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13.5pt; font-family:Arial;color:#333333"&gt;"A História das Coisas"  de Annie Leonard.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 13.5pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: '\'times new roman\''; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Pois é ... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11.5pt; font-family: '\'times new roman\''; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Após ter produzido um vídeo, de extrema simplicidade gráfica e de grande impacto mundial, sobre a cadeia dos processos de extracção, produção, distribuição, consumo e eliminação das «coisas», Annie Leonard escreveu este livro, cujos principais capítulos são aqueles pontos-chave. A sua obra, fruto de 20 anos de pesquisa no terreno, demonstra como, sem ceder ao pessimismo, é urgente que reinventemos uma economia cuja sustentabilidade se adapte aos recursos finitos do sistema principal – a biosfera terrestre da qual fazemos parte."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: '\'times new roman\''; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fica então aqui o video e aconselho a verem pois está deveras interessante ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/gLBE5QAYXp8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/gLBE5QAYXp8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-8701330285586287897?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/8701330285586287897/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/04/story-of-stuff.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/8701330285586287897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/8701330285586287897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/04/story-of-stuff.html' title='The Story of Stuff'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-2402399610917780883</id><published>2011-04-02T15:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T15:46:27.313+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aniversários'/><title type='text'>Já são 20!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-217HlYuDUi0/TZc1xb9ZttI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/2CfaJjWXqtA/s320/DSC05532.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590996585838917330" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;é&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;h&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Gosto muito de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-2402399610917780883?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/2402399610917780883/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/04/ja-sao-20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/2402399610917780883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/2402399610917780883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/04/ja-sao-20.html' title='Já são 20!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-217HlYuDUi0/TZc1xb9ZttI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/2CfaJjWXqtA/s72-c/DSC05532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-105822096543720013</id><published>2011-03-31T00:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T00:03:17.391+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneios'/><title type='text'>Ajustado!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfH9UEUKyMc/TZO2jpOg2dI/AAAAAAAAA2I/8GeA4gbMO1Y/s1600/phddead.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 137px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfH9UEUKyMc/TZO2jpOg2dI/AAAAAAAAA2I/8GeA4gbMO1Y/s400/phddead.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590012285975321042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-105822096543720013?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/105822096543720013/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/03/ajustado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/105822096543720013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/105822096543720013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/03/ajustado.html' title='Ajustado!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfH9UEUKyMc/TZO2jpOg2dI/AAAAAAAAA2I/8GeA4gbMO1Y/s72-c/phddead.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-134953481904857264</id><published>2011-03-29T01:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T01:41:33.158+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><title type='text'>YES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EMNlIzp2030/TZEpN9lG1tI/AAAAAAAAA2A/DQ5PtuAadj8/s320/tumblr_ku974eTefv1qzjqiho1_400_large.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589293932388734674" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imagem &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1124469"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um filme simplesmente espetacular! Já viram e adoraram?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-134953481904857264?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/134953481904857264/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/03/yes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/134953481904857264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/134953481904857264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/03/yes.html' title='YES!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EMNlIzp2030/TZEpN9lG1tI/AAAAAAAAA2A/DQ5PtuAadj8/s72-c/tumblr_ku974eTefv1qzjqiho1_400_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-5517677102974877321</id><published>2011-03-27T22:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T22:58:17.993+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maluquices'/><title type='text'>Remédio novo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jo341_yR_5k/TY-x96rcbBI/AAAAAAAAA14/PwzAnOMkLJ4/s1600/Picture-2-300x254.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 169px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jo341_yR_5k/TY-x96rcbBI/AAAAAAAAA14/PwzAnOMkLJ4/s200/Picture-2-300x254.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588881339871685650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Para quem não conhece avizo já que não perde grande coisa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cerveja preta com sabor a chocolate...é verdade.. que mais podem eles inventar? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A verdade é que cheira mesmo a chocolate e até sabe a chocolate, o que é estranho... mas não.. Não é boa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Provei-a hoje no Jumbo quando fui às compras com a minha irmã e segundo ela é perfeita para quem quiser ficar a noite toda na casa-de-banho ;) Estás com problemas intestinais? Força aí então!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-5517677102974877321?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/5517677102974877321/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/03/remedio-novo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/5517677102974877321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/5517677102974877321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/03/remedio-novo.html' title='Remédio novo!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jo341_yR_5k/TY-x96rcbBI/AAAAAAAAA14/PwzAnOMkLJ4/s72-c/Picture-2-300x254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-5631730363108052985</id><published>2011-03-26T12:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-26T13:09:55.200Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filmes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Yupiii</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ontem na Bertrand agarrei num livro que se chama "O Clube Dumas".. Adorei a história e quero muito lê-lo mas não é essa a questão aqui. Cheguei a casa e pesquisei sobre o livro porque na sinopse dizia que tinha sido adaptado para cinema e protagonizado pelo Jonnhy Depp (e o título estava tapado pelo preço em todos os santos livros!xD).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"A nona porta" é o nome do filme e parece-me já não ser recente, o que é estranho porque não me lembro nada dele... Basicamente ontem a minha noite terminou comigo a fazer download do filme e com um bichinho na barriga para ver os três mosqueteiros! Mas claro... o meu Dvd com esse filme anda desaparecido só para ajudar à coisa e não consegui ver o filme... Tudo muito chato, Tudo muito triste até que, à uma da tarde em ponto vou ao blogue da &lt;a href="http://paraestranhobastaomundoreal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rita&lt;/a&gt; e deparo-me com &lt;a href="http://paraestranhobastaomundoreal.blogspot.com/2011/03/admito.html"&gt;esta&lt;/a&gt; maravilha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Já estou aos pulinhos outra vez!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;O Clube Dumas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="autorLivroTemas" style="text-align: justify;color: rgb(127, 127, 127); padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Pérez-Reverte, Arturo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Parte mistério, parte "puzzle", parte jogo intertextual, "O Clube Dumas" é uma das obras emblemáticas de um dos mais reputados escritores da actualidade. Foi adaptado para o cinema sob o título "A Nona Porta", realizado por Roman Polanski e protagonizado por Johnny Depp. Pode um livro ser alvo de investigação policial como se de um crime se tratasse? Podem as suas páginas ser encaradas como pistas para um mistério com três séculos? Lucas Corso, especialista em descobrir edições raras, está a tentar responder a este enigma quando é incumbido de uma dupla missão: autenticar um manuscrito de "Os Três Mosqueteiros" e decifrar o mistério de um livro queimado em 1667 e que, afirma a lenda, foi co-escrito por Satanás. Dos arquivos do Santo Ofício às poeirentas estantes dos alfarrabistas e às mais selectas bibliotecas internacionais, Corso é atraído para uma teia de rituais satânicos, práticas ocultas e duelos com um elenco de personagens estranhamente semelhante ao da obra-prima de Alexandre Dumas. Auxiliado por uma beldade misteriosa com o nome de uma heroína de Arthur Conan Doyle, este "caçador de livros" parte de Madrid rumo a Paris, passando por Sintra, em perseguição de um sinistro e aparentemente omnisciente assassino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-5631730363108052985?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/5631730363108052985/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/03/yupiii.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/5631730363108052985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/5631730363108052985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/03/yupiii.html' title='Yupiii'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-1622555555975019341</id><published>2011-03-24T21:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-24T21:48:28.852Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos'/><title type='text'>Viagens no tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qzjo0AKXrw0/TYu8C5bAGlI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Gr0h4acUgYU/s1600/tumblr_lgsgwc5sOG1qemyfmo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qzjo0AKXrw0/TYu8C5bAGlI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Gr0h4acUgYU/s400/tumblr_lgsgwc5sOG1qemyfmo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587766520643066450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Imagem retirada &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/7498409"&gt;daqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important; "&gt;(S.Martinho do Porto - Quarto grande - Janelas abertas - eu sentada na cama, ela a ler no beliche de cima)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important; "&gt;Á uns anos ela disse-me: Eu não sei o que se passa contigo! Tu não eras nada assim.. Tinhas o que querias e, se não tivesses, não paravas até conseguir. Tu tinhas muita lata! Tinhas muita garra e força de vontade... Não te estou a perceber..." Nesse dia eu parei. Parei e olhei-me ao espelho. As memórias da extravagância e da força de lutar ferveram-me o peito e vi que era verdade, vi que tinha de fazer alguma coisa a respeito disso porque afinal aquela pessoa que eu conhecia e que eu era, tinha desaparecido. E foi o que fiz. Agarrei nas rédeas e fui feliz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important; "&gt;Os anos passaram e ela fugiu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important; "&gt;Os anos passaram até que as coisas foram afundando aos poucos e poucos até que a lábia foi guardada na lata e não quer sair...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important; "&gt;(Coimbra - Instituto geofísico - Eu a caminhar de braço ao peito com ele ao meu lado)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important; "&gt;Á uns dias ele disse-me:"A sério? Fizeste isso? Oh maria tu tens uma lábia.. Só tu mesmo mulher!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important; "&gt;Nesse dia cheguei a casa feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important; "&gt;Nem tudo está perdido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-1622555555975019341?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/1622555555975019341/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/03/viagens-no-tempo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/1622555555975019341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/1622555555975019341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/03/viagens-no-tempo.html' title='Viagens no tempo'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qzjo0AKXrw0/TYu8C5bAGlI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Gr0h4acUgYU/s72-c/tumblr_lgsgwc5sOG1qemyfmo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-873488854592953605</id><published>2011-03-23T00:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-23T00:07:47.384Z</updated><title type='text'>Sem vontade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;... e a sonhar com a Queima&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CDyQPT2NpkI/TYk5cTf_iTI/AAAAAAAAAzo/vru_od2HZdE/s1600/phd1120.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 126px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CDyQPT2NpkI/TYk5cTf_iTI/AAAAAAAAAzo/vru_od2HZdE/s400/phd1120.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587059971163392306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-873488854592953605?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/873488854592953605/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/03/sem-vontade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/873488854592953605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/873488854592953605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/03/sem-vontade.html' title='Sem vontade...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CDyQPT2NpkI/TYk5cTf_iTI/AAAAAAAAAzo/vru_od2HZdE/s72-c/phd1120.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-4975904470564088673</id><published>2011-03-20T15:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-20T15:11:27.289Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas'/><title type='text'>Sol lá fora, Maria cá dentro</title><content type='html'>Estão uns dias de sol espetaculares! Daqueles dias que apetece ir passear até ao parque, comer um gelado nas docas, e ficar encostada ao rio até ao por-do-sol .. &lt;div&gt;In order to do this.... Pois.. Primeiro era preciso que o estudo estivesse em dia e as limpezas também (e o estúpido do braço não ajuda! - dobro do tempo) bah. Só apetece dizer... Posso sempre estudar depois.. à noite..é isso... Faço directa! .. Mas já sei que chegava as dez e meia da noite e a minha cama começava...iuuuhhh pstt aqui queração!^^ estou tão quentinhaa... Não queres vir ver um filme? ... e eu ia.. Portanto mes amis o que se faz nestas situações? Finges que estás no parque ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Janela mais que aberta para aquecer o quarto enquanto entram enormes raios de sol e música ambiente ... ai ai amanhã parque ..amanhã!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-4975904470564088673?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/4975904470564088673/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/03/sol-la-fora-maria-ca-dentro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/4975904470564088673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/4975904470564088673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/03/sol-la-fora-maria-ca-dentro.html' title='Sol lá fora, Maria cá dentro'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-942922694601401594</id><published>2011-03-11T13:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-11T13:46:44.157Z</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rf1kxS6mUtk/TXonbDzy3RI/AAAAAAAAAx4/u5aHS-huHaM/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rf1kxS6mUtk/TXonbDzy3RI/AAAAAAAAAx4/u5aHS-huHaM/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582818033911651602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi mais ou menos assim..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Resultado - clavícula partida yey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando conseguir escrever decentemente no pc sem dores volto para actualizar isto .. até lá ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-942922694601401594?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/942922694601401594/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/03/ouch.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/942922694601401594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/942922694601401594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/03/ouch.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rf1kxS6mUtk/TXonbDzy3RI/AAAAAAAAAx4/u5aHS-huHaM/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-3691552277370711822</id><published>2011-02-26T18:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-26T18:51:34.945Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Sempre Coca-Cola ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hVap-ZxSDeE" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-3691552277370711822?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/3691552277370711822/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/02/sempre-coca-cola.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/3691552277370711822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/3691552277370711822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/02/sempre-coca-cola.html' title='Sempre Coca-Cola ;)'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hVap-ZxSDeE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-6502843571410536363</id><published>2011-02-24T21:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-24T21:50:19.119Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas'/><title type='text'>Quando olhas para cima</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;"&gt;É verdade.. As oportunidades passam por nós a correr e nós já só as vimos quando elas já lá vão a milhas de distância. É sempre assim até que nos fartamos e nos viramos para o Sr. Destino e dizemos “oh espera lá que isto não funciona bem assim.. Mas afinal quem manda aqui? Sou eu … ai ai olha que esta hein..” É nesse momento que tomas as rédeas na mão e controlas todos os acontecimentos! Já estas a avistar a opurtunidade a chegar? Prepara-te… com calma… e… Agarra-a!!! Conseguis-te? Se sim espero que tires o máximo proveito, se&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;não… deixa lá… mais oportunidades hão de vir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Pelo menos é nisso que acredito uma vez que o bendito do horóscopo só hoje é que me abriu os olhos e disse para me fazer à vida… Onde já se viu ter de ser o horóscopo da Cuore a dizer-me isto? xD . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; "&gt;E lá segui eu de cabeça erguida o resto da noite e pra quê? Para presenciar um homem a entrar no autocarro a bater com as muletas numa mulher… Sim senhora horóscopo.. belos conselhos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;"&gt;“Capricórnio: Tão triste e sozinha.. Não acha que já chega? Deixe de ter pena de si mesma, ponha um travão a essa auto-compaixão tão poética e agarre as rédeas da sua vida com força e determinação. No fundo, sabe que lhe encaixa melhor o papel de pessoa pragmática, portanto… para quê perder tempo a choramingar, quando a solução passa por levantar a cabeça e enfrentar os problemas um de cada vez, com estratégias planeadas?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;"&gt;Por Lia Carlotta para Cuore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-6502843571410536363?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/6502843571410536363/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/02/quando-olhas-para-cima.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/6502843571410536363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/6502843571410536363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/02/quando-olhas-para-cima.html' title='Quando olhas para cima'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-1351216762162648535</id><published>2011-02-21T01:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-21T01:13:44.088Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biologia'/><title type='text'>Vidas académicas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E amanhã lá vou eu e a Laura dar uma palestra aos moçoilos do 12º ano e tentar fazer chegar alguma da motivação e entusiamo que nós temos por estar a viver esta grande etapa das nossas vidas - O mundo académico. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bf523177ddc685ec" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbf523177ddc685ec%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331483024%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5876AF10B8EB4E36851510B304FAA83A1AED6247.7EBABD0B4CC6B5BA9789D9D2CE4F14CEA7527CF6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbf523177ddc685ec%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTlcwzM-a-2sjvu1Rg_geem3rczY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbf523177ddc685ec%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331483024%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5876AF10B8EB4E36851510B304FAA83A1AED6247.7EBABD0B4CC6B5BA9789D9D2CE4F14CEA7527CF6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbf523177ddc685ec%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTlcwzM-a-2sjvu1Rg_geem3rczY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(claro que não podíamos só falar do curso e cadeiras e médias e blás...portanto.. várias imagens valem mais que mil palavras) *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acham que as pestes vão gostar? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-1351216762162648535?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/1351216762162648535/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/02/vidas-academicas.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/1351216762162648535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/1351216762162648535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/02/vidas-academicas.html' title='Vidas académicas'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-146562021677066360</id><published>2011-02-18T22:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-18T22:08:12.885Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dias assim são Bons'/><title type='text'>De regresso a casa</title><content type='html'>Depois de uns belos dias fora da rotina volta-se a casa. &lt;div&gt;Toma-se um belo banhinho (não só porque se esteve a tarde toda a esfregar nos cães, mas porque sabe bem) e descansa-se no sofá a jogar scrabble e pára-se para pensar nestes dias que passaram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foram dias muito bons mesmo. Desde o autocarro até Lisboa a resolver frequências de Biologia celular e molecular, ao jantar nostálgico dessa mesma noite, à tarde de recuperação e à noite de concerto (Sum41 simplesmente..uau fora de série..mas isso conto depois ), à manhã do dia seguinte e à viagem para elvas com paragens para cafés e bananas e construção de listas que diferem de uma dezena. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com dias assim a descansar uma pessoa fica preparada para enfrentar as mil e uma tempestades que se avizinham na próxima semana mas, ate lá, vou continuar no sofá, de livrinho na mão e os pensamentos em viagem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-146562021677066360?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/146562021677066360/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/02/de-regresso-casa.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/146562021677066360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/146562021677066360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/02/de-regresso-casa.html' title='De regresso a casa'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-9105228570643448777</id><published>2011-02-17T11:49:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-17T12:02:26.450Z</updated><title type='text'>Relatos</title><content type='html'>São 11.50 da manha em casa do Rui. A Laura e a Marlene estão a dormitar na cama Gigantesca do Anfitrião, o Francisco dorme de mansinho num colchão no chão ao lado delas, o Rui dorme mais que bem na cama da Marta e nem despertadores nem mensagens nem telefonemas parecem faze-lo acordar e eu... Bem eu já dormi com o Rui até acordar no fundo da cama, já fui fazer companhia a elas e ele só para um paleio adormecido e agora... Agora vim para aqui. Agora vim para a sala onde o guerra da jantarada de ontem ainda se faz notar numa mesa cheia de garrafas vazias, ossos de frango atirados e guardanapos todos gordurosos em, bem.. todo o lado! As cadeiras seguem uma desordem e nesta casa cada canto tem um instrumento musical perdido. Tenho o órgão à frente, a guitarra do lado direito e uma harmónica do lado esquerdo e na memória todas as músicas tocadas e dançadas ontem. Ontem ouvi encantada tocarem de instinto e prazer um pouco de tudo mas o que mais me prendeu foi quando as teclas começaram a soar familiar. E foi a isto que soou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-ZJDNSp1QJA" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora que o dia começa calminho e tranquilo vou me arranjar para mais tarde ir arrebentar no coliseu*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-9105228570643448777?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/9105228570643448777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/02/relatos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/9105228570643448777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/9105228570643448777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/02/relatos.html' title='Relatos'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-ZJDNSp1QJA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-4861383906826139504</id><published>2011-02-14T19:05:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-14T19:08:20.010Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneios'/><title type='text'>ValentinesRainyday!</title><content type='html'>A sério chuva a sério? Tinhas de me impedir de ir ver os Anaquim? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- lá se foi o meu chocolate quente de dia de S.Valentim  - Que o vosso dia dos namorados seja bem mais feliz que o meu!  ;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-4861383906826139504?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/4861383906826139504/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentinesrainyday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/4861383906826139504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/4861383906826139504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentinesrainyday.html' title='ValentinesRainyday!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-7404363421749877926</id><published>2011-02-14T00:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-14T00:24:42.694Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas'/><title type='text'>Agenda da semana</title><content type='html'>A semana que me espera.. Tenho a plena das certezas que vai ser simplesmente de arromba e exaustiva ao mesmo tempo. Pode nem ser pelas aulas que nem estou a contar ir a muitas, mas pela quantidade de coisas que tenho para fazer!  Uma vez escrevi no facebook. Está pra chegar o dia em que possa dizer.: Hoje? não.. Hoje não tenho nada pra fazer.   E olhem que gostava mesmo que esse dia chegasse. &lt;div&gt;Mas não me estou a queixar porque quem corre por gosto não cansa. E eu não canso assim com tanta facilidade..Amanhã espera-me Anaquim, terça um bela de uma saída, quarta uma viagem até lisboa seguida de um jantar carregadinho de bons amigos, quinta um senhor de um concerto de Sum41, sexta uma senhora viagem para elvas seguida de um fim-de-semana a planear uma apresentação para miudos de secundário sobre a nossa bela Universidade e sobre a minha Biologia para a segunda-feira, seguida ainda da viagem até coimbra para recomeçar aulas na terça.   ufa respirei. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por enquanto vou ficar pelo meu romance na paz dos meus cobertores aconchegantes aproveitando o descanso do que sobra de um belo domingo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-7404363421749877926?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/7404363421749877926/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/02/agenda-da-semana.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/7404363421749877926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/7404363421749877926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/02/agenda-da-semana.html' title='Agenda da semana'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-5630533094185318493</id><published>2011-02-13T19:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-13T19:12:34.965Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Livros e mais livros</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;É verdade retomei a minha Dona margarida. - &lt;a href="http://dona-margarida.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://dona-margarida.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://dona-margarida.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ela começou para eu escrever histórias. Ela mudou para eu colocar postais. Ela vai crescendo comigo e neste momento eu estou a crescer com cada livro que leio, com cada livro que quero ler.&lt;br /&gt;Quem quiser conhecer um bocadinho dessa faceta, quem quiser ler a minha revisão de alguns livros e ficar entusiasmadissimo para ir le-lo também já sabe onde tem que ir!&lt;br /&gt;Coloquei lá a minha &lt;a href="http://dona-margarida.blogspot.com/2011/02/para-ler.html"&gt;grandiosa lista de livros a ler&lt;/a&gt;. É verdade... não se assuntem quando a virem.. Todos nós temos aquele viciozinho não é? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem o meu é esse. E o meu sonho é este:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-064EE1SFSoo/TVgsmebzBpI/AAAAAAAAAw4/mx8UuVz-zdc/s320/room%252Cbedroom%252Cbooks%252Cphotography%252Cinterior%252Clibrary-fa8de8c6850bc875b89ff94a709db64a_h.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573253578387293842" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo isto porque estou a ler um livro que me está a derreter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-5630533094185318493?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/5630533094185318493/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/02/livros-e-mais-livros.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/5630533094185318493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/5630533094185318493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/02/livros-e-mais-livros.html' title='Livros e mais livros'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-064EE1SFSoo/TVgsmebzBpI/AAAAAAAAAw4/mx8UuVz-zdc/s72-c/room%252Cbedroom%252Cbooks%252Cphotography%252Cinterior%252Clibrary-fa8de8c6850bc875b89ff94a709db64a_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-7127618295974638707</id><published>2011-02-10T16:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-10T16:52:58.730Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biologia'/><title type='text'>Descobri agora</title><content type='html'>- uma ferida no joelho de ter caído.&lt;div&gt;- restos de tinta de me terem assinado na barriga : "de (não digo) para Maria...blabla"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conclusão: Uma típica noite de terça-feira em coimbra ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- à Tânia, à cat, à Raqs, à Diana e a maltinha de electro - Noitão que fica no segredo dos Deuses! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- a toda a gente que me cantou os parabéns, a todos os que participaram nesta prenda atrasada mas ainda assim especial, a todos voces um muito obrigado ;) Gostei muito*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-7127618295974638707?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/7127618295974638707/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/02/descobri-agora.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/7127618295974638707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/7127618295974638707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/02/descobri-agora.html' title='Descobri agora'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-4629959165389221919</id><published>2011-02-05T23:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-05T23:34:43.499Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dias assim são Bons'/><title type='text'>"Adoro viver, ouvir música e comer"</title><content type='html'>Passo a citar uma pessoa que disse uma vez: "Adoro viver, ouvir música e comer"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois sabem o que fiz hoje?&lt;br /&gt;Levantei-me da cama para ir fazer uma surpresa ao Nuno quando saisse do exame e no final de contas quando lá cheguei ainda nem tinha entrado! É o problema de marcarem exames para um sábado..depois o departamento tá fechado e ninguem faz exame em lado nenhum! Temos que admitir que esta organização é fantástica! xD&lt;br /&gt;Enfim.. isto estragou um bocado a minha surpresa e os planos. Ele entrou mais tarde -&gt; sai mais tarde. Durante esse tempo não fiz rigorosamente nada. Pura e transparente fotossíntese junto ao museu da ciência e à sé Nova. (estava tantoo calorrrr que eu estava a arder e adorar!) Claro que levei o meu ipod comigo e como tal foi uma tarde ao sol e à música! Wonderful! (really!) . Quando o meu Nuno finalmente sai do exame vamos lanchar. E como os nossos lanches nunca são normais fomos comer uma pizza. Uma Mr. Pizza gigante! Onde pus umas velinhas na pizza e cantei os parabéns ao meu menino ;D Depois de Muito rir e comer e rir e comer e ouvir alguem a pedir ketchup para por na pizza e rir mais um pedacinho chegam o Sr.pai do nuno e o Menino irmão do  Nuno e rimo-nos mais um pedaço até chegar a hora de ir para casa ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi um dia tão Boum! Um dia de sol, de vida, de música e de comida ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s Parabens Tolinho @&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-4629959165389221919?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/4629959165389221919/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/02/adoro-viver-ouvir-musica-e-comer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/4629959165389221919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/4629959165389221919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/02/adoro-viver-ouvir-musica-e-comer.html' title='&quot;Adoro viver, ouvir música e comer&quot;'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-6377943640364020631</id><published>2011-01-29T19:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-29T19:40:23.892Z</updated><title type='text'>Até lá</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lv5JFnVZIuI/TURsf3Zzv-I/AAAAAAAAAwc/KJy5o-ssJJQ/s1600/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lv5JFnVZIuI/TURsf3Zzv-I/AAAAAAAAAwc/KJy5o-ssJJQ/s320/18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567694334040719330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-6377943640364020631?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/6377943640364020631/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/01/ate-la.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/6377943640364020631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/6377943640364020631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/01/ate-la.html' title='Até lá'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lv5JFnVZIuI/TURsf3Zzv-I/AAAAAAAAAwc/KJy5o-ssJJQ/s72-c/18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-2607992287391714642</id><published>2011-01-29T19:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-29T19:20:59.442Z</updated><title type='text'>Sinais</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 9px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:35.4pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Querem saber se o estudo vai render ou não? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:35.4pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;É muito simples. Só têm de tomar atenção aos sinais! Quais sinais? os sinaiss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:35.4pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Por exemplo. Acordas às 10 da manhã mas ficas lá a engonhar até à uma da tarde.. Vês séries e séries e ouves música e podes até dormitar mais um pedaço. Quando finalmente metes uma música que te dá coragem para ir arrumar o quarto e começar a trabalhar, levantas-te de salto e começas a dar um passo de dança para animar o momento e pumba! exacto, estavas de meias calçadas e o chão estava escorregadiu e foste de rabo ao chão. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:35.4pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Sinal numero um - devias ter ficado deitada - logo - estudo não será produtivo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:35.4pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Levantas-te da queda mas ainda tens uma réstia de esperança que tudo vá mudar e que o impulso chegue! então continuas...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:35.4pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;A tua irmã entra no quarto quando estás de arrumação e musica nos ouvidos, assusta-te e conta-te que acabou de se aleijar a abrir a porta do teu quarto (sinal nº1 para ela). Tu vais contar que também já te aleijaste nesse dia e, quando vais fazer uma demonstração do momento, levas o candeeiro atrás que cai no chão e assusta a tua irmã que caminha para trás e pisa os pratos sujos que tinhas em cima no tapete à espera de serem levados para lavar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:35.4pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Sinal numero dois - se não tivesses o sinal numero um, não tinhas a necessidade de contar como foi e não tinhas chegado à tragédia numero dois.  - o estudo não será produtivo!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:35.4pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Para ajudar quando levantei o candeeiro estava mais do que funcional, até estava era mais brilhante. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:35.4pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Quando começas a arrumar folhas ele funde e não tens mais lâmpadas. - sinal numero 3 - exacto - vim para a cama que eu percebo as coisas à terceira! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:35.4pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Vamos deixar o karma assentar um bocadinho…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-2607992287391714642?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/2607992287391714642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/01/sinais.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/2607992287391714642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/2607992287391714642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/01/sinais.html' title='Sinais'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-4659874929266403457</id><published>2011-01-27T14:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-27T14:06:06.290Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas'/><title type='text'>Elogio ao Amor</title><content type='html'>... por Miguel Esteves Cardoso in Expresso&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Quero fazer o elogio do amor puro. Parece-me que já ninguém se apaixona de verdade. Já ninguém quer viver um amor impossível. Já ninguém aceita amar sem uma razão. Hoje as pessoas apaixonam-se por uma questão de prática. Porque dá jeito. Porque são colegas e estão ali mesmo ao lado.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Porque se dão bem e não se chateiam muito. Porque faz sentido. Porque é mais barato, por causa da casa. Por causa da cama. Por causa das cuecas e das calças e das contas da lavandaria.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Hoje em dia as pessoas fazem contratos pré-nupciais, discutem tudo de antemão, fazem planos e à mínima merdinha entram logo em "diálogo". O amor passou a ser passível de ser combinado. Os amantes tornaram-se sócios. Reúnem-se, discutem problemas, tomam decisões. O amor transformou-se numa variante psico-sócio-bio-ecológica de camaradagem. A paixão, que devia ser desmedida, é na medida do possível. O amor tornou-se uma questão prática. O resultado é que as pessoas, em vez de se apaixonarem de verdade, ficam "praticamente" apaixonadas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Eu quero fazer o elogio do amor puro, do amor cego, do amor estúpido, do amor doente, do único amor verdadeiro que há, estou farto de conversas, farto de compreensões, farto de conveniências de serviço. Nunca vi namorados tão embrutecidos, tão cobardes e tão comodistas como os de hoje.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Incapazes de um gesto largo, de correr um risco, de um rasgo de ousadia, são uma raça de telefoneiros e capangas de cantina, malta do "tá tudo bem, tudo bem", tomadores de bicas, alcançadores de compromissos, bananóides, borra-botas, matadores do romance, romanticidas. Já ninguém se apaixona? Já ninguém aceita a paixão pura, a saudade sem fim, a tristeza, o desequilíbrio, o medo, o custo, o amor, a doença que é como um cancro a comer-nos o coração e que nos canta no peito ao mesmo tempo?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;O amor é uma coisa, a vida é outra. O amor não é para ser uma ajudinha. Não é para ser o alívio, o repouso, o intervalo, a pancadinha nas costas, a pausa que refresca, o pronto-socorro da tortuosa estrada da vida, o nosso "dá lá um jeitinho sentimental". Odeio esta mania contemporânea por sopas e descanso. Odeio os novos casalinhos. Para onde quer que se olhe, já não se vê romance, gritaria, maluquice, facada, abraços, flores. O amor fechou a loja. Foi trespassada ao pessoal da pantufa e da serenidade. Amor é amor. É essa beleza. É esse perigo. O nosso amor não é para nos compreender, não é para nos ajudar, não é para nos fazer felizes. Tanto pode como não pode. Tanto faz. É uma questão de azar. O nosso amor não é para nos amar, para nos levar de repente ao céu, a tempo ainda de apanhar um bocadinho de inferno aberto.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;O amor é uma coisa, a vida é outra. A vida às vezes mata o amor. A "vidinha" é uma convivência assassina. O amor puro não é um meio, não é um fim, não é um princípio, não é um destino. O amor puro é uma condição. Tem tanto a ver com a vida de cada um como o clima. O amor não se percebe. Não dá para perceber. O amor é um estado de quem se sente. O amor é a nossa alma. É a nossa alma a desatar. A desatar a correr atrás do que não sabe, não apanha, não larga, não compreende. O amor é uma verdade. É por isso que a ilusão é necessária. A ilusão é bonita, não faz mal. Que se invente e minta e sonhe o que quiser. O amor é uma coisa, a vida é outra. A realidade pode matar, o amor é mais bonito que a vida. A vida que se lixe. Num momento, num olhar, o coração apanha-se para sempre. Ama-se alguém. Por muito longe, por muito difícil, por muito desesperadamente. O coração guarda o que se nos escapa das mãos. E durante o dia e durante a vida, quando não esta lá quem se ama, não é ela que nos acompanha - é o nosso amor, o amor que se lhe tem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Não é para perceber. É sinal de amor puro não se perceber, amar e não se ter, querer e não guardar a esperança, doer sem ficar magoado, viver sozinho, triste, mas mais acompanhado de quem vive feliz. Não se pode ceder. Não se pode resistir.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;A vida é uma coisa, o amor é outra. A vida dura a vida inteira, o amor não. Só um mundo de amor pode durar a vida inteira. E valê-la também.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-4659874929266403457?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/4659874929266403457/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/01/elogio-ao-amor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/4659874929266403457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/4659874929266403457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/01/elogio-ao-amor.html' title='Elogio ao Amor'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-1297141811908146878</id><published>2011-01-26T12:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-26T13:04:14.534Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musicas'/><title type='text'>In the mood for</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje o Sol está a bater na minha Janela e a pedir musicas ambiente:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kG1ULBNCj0w" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pena é que a vontade de estudar não chega...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-1297141811908146878?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/1297141811908146878/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-mood-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/1297141811908146878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/1297141811908146878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-mood-for.html' title='In the mood for'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kG1ULBNCj0w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-4862998146350268845</id><published>2011-01-23T20:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-23T21:28:18.729Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Histórias'/><title type='text'>A sádica noite de Maria e Laura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;Antes da história da noite começar, vem a história do dia. O dia de ontém que foi alguma coisa de bom.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;Foi uma coisinha de almoço de anos da Sara Batista, um passeiozinho até Espanha para comprar roupa, um jantar em casa de amigos, um "café" mais tarde no Troia com a Mãe e Laura, onde de propósito ou sem querer lá ganhei um segundo gin framboesa (mnham!). O alberto contentou-se com o seu biscoito e café ao jantar e veio uma meia-tosta e chás que não os pedidos depois de muito tentar chamar a atenção do messier. Sai-se do Troia e um senhorX vai até ao résvés de bater na Lola e o Senhor Y sai disparado no carro na nossa direcção. yeh..weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;Enfim. uma pessoa normal sai de um café para ir para outro café não? pois. Eu nunca disse que eramos normais.. Se a noite estava a começar a ficar estranha, digo que o mais estranho ainda esta por vir. Como pessoas anormais que somos, vamos dar um passeiozinho até ao cemitério, onde até temos previews pelo caminho - um gato morto na estrada só para deixar os arrepios mesmo mesmo à flor da pele. Passamos... Olhamos e fomos embora. Fomos para outro café, mas nesse café como o Humor estava de cortar à faca, as cadeiras longe, e sei la.. coisas, lá vamos para casa. Mas clarooo.. Não fomos para casa. Decidimos regressar ao complexo funerário. Enquanto aguardavamos resposta se deviamos ir ou não, via sms, deambulámos pela cidade de Elvas e o auge da noite foi quando fizemos uma festa porque a Laura conseguiu conduzir a 20km/h ! a sério! Nós divertimo-nos com tudo não é? Ora bem, retomando a história. Ela andou a 20 por 2 segundos e fomos visitar algumas construções. Basicamente fomos ver casa e bairros novos para admirar a arquitectura. Exacto, estavamos a fingir que já tinhamos 40 anos. Vimos, passeamos e como a resposta não chegou fomos na mesma. Segundo round de cemitério na mesma noite, segunda vez que vimos o gato cada vez mais escarrapachado na estrada, segunda vez que tremo dos pés à cabeça..estacionamos o carro, a laura agarra no telémovel e AAAHHH! pregou um grito que me fez dar um salto no banco e gritar ainda mais alto! parva. E nos segundos seguintes o que aconteceu foi isto. A maria encheu-se de coragem, sai do carro e começa a andar em direcção ao complexo. A laura Vem e entramos. Procuramos o sitio e esperamos. Manda mensagem para ele vir cá fora. 10 minutos e vamos embora. o tempo demora a passar como tudo... manda mensagem para o outro telemovel...10 minutos e vamos embora.. O tempo continua sem querer passar e lá ficamos. desde a 1.45 da manhã até às 2.15 da manhã. Nada. e agora stop! lembrei-me de um promenor muito importante nesta história! Eu levei a noita toda na casa-de-banho enquanto estava no troia, e antes do primeiro round começou a dar-m a vontade.. E não fui. nem no segundo café nem em lado nenhum. ora bem, já podem imaginar. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;Antes de irmos embora do complexo a laura decide ir à casa-de-banho, coisa que eu me recusei! Tudo bem que estava aflita mas casa-de-banho do complexo funerário é que não! E ainda bem que não fui. Ela começa a andar toda catita nos seus saltos, a fazer eco a cada passo que dava em direcção à Wc. Toc, toc, toc ao longo do corredor, quando sai um homenzinho de uma porta lateral e a fez saltar.! era o senhor que guarda o complexo que mais tarde, enquanto a laura me estava a contar que esteve a fazer as necessidades em conjunto com um fantasma, foi ver se a pessoa que estavamos á espera ainda lá estava. Pois, e não estava não. Quem lá estava era um conjunto de velhotes a dormir. Tenho a dizer que foi deveras interessante que eu estive a tremer a maior parte do tempo, que estivemos meia-hora ali para nada! ai. só nos. e lá fomos embora. Vamos outra vez dar uma voltinha e ela foi me levar a casa... the end. -&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;Pois. Queriam que fosse o final? Azar. Não é. É que a caminho de casa passamos por um grupo de rapazolas a vir de um jantar ou de uns copos ou lá que era e no meio deles vinha o Francisco Paiva. Digo. Se Por essa hora eram 2.30, eu cheguei a casa às 4.00.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;É que acontece que meter a conversa em dia ainda demora. Então levámo-lo até ao Motoclube, estacionámos o carro e simplesmente ficámos de conversa... e conversa... e momentos de ciclo e secundária e imensas coisas que estão no silêncio dos deuses do chocolate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Já a noite ia longa, a conversa duradoura, quando chega um jipe que reconheci como sendo o SenhorX e o SenhorY. Que mais uma vez decidem ir de résvés à lola! Tenho a dizer que devem ter algum fetiche pois foram duas vezes na mesma noite! Mas desta vez foram ainda mais longe e decidem chatear com os máximos ligados às nossas caras.! A laura como não tem mãos a medir para estas coisas que faz? Liga máximos, liga 4 piscas, liga faróis de nevoeiro e toma lá que se foram embora! ai ai com este momento de animação lá nos despedimos do paiva, lá seguimos rumo casa, lá nos rimos mais um bocado e lá vivemos mais uma daquelas aventuras que só a maria e a laura sabem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e agora sim - vitória vitória acabou-se a história ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-4862998146350268845?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/4862998146350268845/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/01/sadica-noite-de-maria-e-laura.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/4862998146350268845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/4862998146350268845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/01/sadica-noite-de-maria-e-laura.html' title='A sádica noite de Maria e Laura'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-2829772052590087767</id><published>2011-01-19T23:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T23:26:47.511Z</updated><title type='text'>Dias Assim são Bons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hoje foi um daqueles dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Daqueles dias de sol, céu azul. Onde fazemos um exame de manhã e só temos outro daqui a muitos dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Saímos do exame com menos peso do que quando entramos. Descarregámos o que tinhamos que descarregar e ficámos prontos para partir para outra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Partir. E partir para o "não fazer nada" . Vaguear até almoçar, vaguear depois de almoçar e dormitar algures num banco de pedra no meio de um jardim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Quando o céu está azul não apetece ir para casa. Vais lá deixar as coisas e queres é sair outra vez. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E sai-se! Sai-se para jantar, para beber finos, para rir, para beber café conceito, para comer empalhada.. até que o soninho te chega e é hora de ir para casa, escrever sobre o dia calminho que tiveste, onde metade do tempo pensavas que estava a saber bem, metade do tempo estavas com saudades de o ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-2829772052590087767?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/2829772052590087767/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/01/dias-assim-sao-bons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/2829772052590087767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/2829772052590087767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/01/dias-assim-sao-bons.html' title='Dias Assim são Bons'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-6236911778812958481</id><published>2011-01-17T12:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-17T12:48:31.226Z</updated><title type='text'>Preciosidades do Baú</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;"&gt;Este poema que vos mostro ofereceram-me emoldurado dia 3 de Janeiro de 2007.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;"&gt;“Eu sou o que sou&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;"&gt;e nada mais do que já não sou.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;"&gt;O que fui, já não o sou, nem o serei.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;"&gt;O futuro começa agora,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;"&gt;Inatingível, mutante, presente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;"&gt;Quisera o passado ser hoje,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;"&gt;tal como o hoje ser já amanha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;"&gt;É demasiado cedo, é demasiado tarde.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;"&gt;A cinza não gera fogo,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;"&gt;o olhar não gera a vida,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;"&gt;a brisa não gera a primavera&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;"&gt;… e tudo se resume então a uma escadaria infinita&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;"&gt;sem mais amanhã que o degrau seguinte,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;"&gt;sem mais passado que o chão que se pisa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;"&gt;O agora é aqui, neste canto ínfimo do universo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;"&gt;E todos os outros tempos são somente isso:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;"&gt;tempos incertos e irreais,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;"&gt;que só existem no olhar, na memória&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;"&gt;e nas noites de Inverno.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-6236911778812958481?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/6236911778812958481/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/01/preciosidades-do-bau.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/6236911778812958481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/6236911778812958481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/01/preciosidades-do-bau.html' title='Preciosidades do Baú'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-4513745536942196490</id><published>2011-01-14T20:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-14T20:41:04.087Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devaneios'/><title type='text'>Voltaram os dias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv5JFnVZIuI/TTC0Wn52RhI/AAAAAAAAAwU/viBaXcGh8NI/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv5JFnVZIuI/TTC0Wn52RhI/AAAAAAAAAwU/viBaXcGh8NI/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562143840564299282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em que fico assim :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-4513745536942196490?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/4513745536942196490/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/01/ja.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/4513745536942196490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/4513745536942196490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/01/ja.html' title='Voltaram os dias'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lv5JFnVZIuI/TTC0Wn52RhI/AAAAAAAAAwU/viBaXcGh8NI/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5592857054327027711.post-2670127508431387560</id><published>2011-01-12T22:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-12T22:18:38.346Z</updated><title type='text'>Peace!</title><content type='html'>Agora sabia mesmo muito bem que fosse já sexta-feira e que eu tivesse um chá daqueles que só o Gonçalo sabe! &lt;div&gt;Let's put our level back up! ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5592857054327027711-2670127508431387560?l=dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/feeds/2670127508431387560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/01/peace.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/2670127508431387560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5592857054327027711/posts/default/2670127508431387560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dez-decada-vez.blogspot.com/2011/01/peace.html' title='Peace!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07147918419709704104</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/-ypD7mBR9kcw/TdOmSny7u9I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/L9Niiyw-R-o/s220/DSC023372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
