<?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-3144609576441073608</id><updated>2011-12-04T14:25:36.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blog da sardinha</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sardinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270036142932445985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN4m5SgC7QI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GpGQHhmJ7bk/S220/1563.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144609576441073608.post-4484333331502775557</id><published>2009-01-05T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:59:20.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JOGO DUPLO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SWKQqqtAiwI/AAAAAAAAAGI/AA3BJjAIgDM/s1600-h/jogo_duplo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287947975178357506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SWKQqqtAiwI/AAAAAAAAAGI/AA3BJjAIgDM/s320/jogo_duplo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Na sequência das muitas piadas do Malato, em que ele insistia em contar freneticamente o Fernando Mendes só lhe disse: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;F. M - Olha estavam 3 tipos : um era branco, o outro era preto e sabes cm era o ultimo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Malato - não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;F. M - Era MALATO !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;matou-o...lol&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/3144609576441073608-4484333331502775557?l=blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/feeds/4484333331502775557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144609576441073608&amp;postID=4484333331502775557&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/4484333331502775557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/4484333331502775557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/2009/01/jogo-duplo.html' title='JOGO DUPLO'/><author><name>sardinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270036142932445985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN4m5SgC7QI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GpGQHhmJ7bk/S220/1563.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SWKQqqtAiwI/AAAAAAAAAGI/AA3BJjAIgDM/s72-c/jogo_duplo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144609576441073608.post-5590101706249188927</id><published>2009-01-01T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T12:44:35.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SV0qTYuk8FI/AAAAAAAAAGA/t66r1ohlP1Y/s1600-h/aae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286428050146521170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SV0qTYuk8FI/AAAAAAAAAGA/t66r1ohlP1Y/s320/aae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Andei eu um mês antes da passagem de ano a dizer q me ia munir e cumprir a rigor todas as tradições que dizem trazer uma sorte extra a quem o pratica! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;andei inclusive a perguntar o que se devia fazer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;já se sabe que a mais básica é usar a cueca azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;comer as 12 passas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;saltar com o pé direito de cima de um banco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;até que ouvi uma genial -- trincar ou comer parafusos ao que eu respondi que pelo menos muitas porcas nessa noite são com certeza comidas. (será por isso que os homens tem mais sorte que as mulheres? um tema a reflectir...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bem estava eu pronta p as 12 badaladas, td parecia bem, até que me veio à ideia que sinceramente não tinha qualquer sentido saltar de um banco para o chão, quanto muito deveria ser do chão para o banco, pois estaríamos a subir!! tudo o que é p descer na vida não vale a pena; mas pronto lá saltei e sim comi as passas, brindei mas clarooo esquecida com sou, esqueci-me da bela cueca :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O que vale é que foi bem giro, e algo me diz que 2009 vai ser um grande ano :P&lt;/span&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/3144609576441073608-5590101706249188927?l=blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5590101706249188927/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144609576441073608&amp;postID=5590101706249188927&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/5590101706249188927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/5590101706249188927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-2009.html' title='Happy 2009'/><author><name>sardinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270036142932445985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN4m5SgC7QI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GpGQHhmJ7bk/S220/1563.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SV0qTYuk8FI/AAAAAAAAAGA/t66r1ohlP1Y/s72-c/aae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144609576441073608.post-8965355502676223822</id><published>2008-12-26T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T06:18:51.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>McDonald's Happy Meal Ad Cha Cha Slide (long version)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0eN9KP6lOZs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0eN9KP6lOZs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&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/3144609576441073608-8965355502676223822?l=blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/feeds/8965355502676223822/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144609576441073608&amp;postID=8965355502676223822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/8965355502676223822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/8965355502676223822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/2008/12/mcdonalds-happy-meal-ad-cha-cha-slide.html' title='McDonald&apos;s Happy Meal Ad Cha Cha Slide (long version)'/><author><name>sardinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270036142932445985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN4m5SgC7QI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GpGQHhmJ7bk/S220/1563.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144609576441073608.post-1878518259814591669</id><published>2008-12-26T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T05:03:35.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 é o ano do boi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SVTMmF_-bjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/rqH0ljjaSI0/s1600-h/0,,16207597-EX,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284073217630039602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SVTMmF_-bjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/rqH0ljjaSI0/s320/0,,16207597-EX,00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2008 foi o do porco, supostamente seria um ano de riqueza, favorável a entendimentos e pactos que iria originar prosperidade e fartura... viu-se pela crise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O ano do boi simboliza o adeus às ilusões (ora bem, vou deixar de jogar definitivamente no euromilhões) será um ano de trabalho duro onde os resultados só serão visíveis mediante grandes esforços...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;já parece as teorias do José Sócrates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3144609576441073608-1878518259814591669?l=blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1878518259814591669/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144609576441073608&amp;postID=1878518259814591669&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/1878518259814591669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/1878518259814591669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009-o-ano-do-boi.html' title='2009 é o ano do boi!'/><author><name>sardinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270036142932445985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN4m5SgC7QI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GpGQHhmJ7bk/S220/1563.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SVTMmF_-bjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/rqH0ljjaSI0/s72-c/0,,16207597-EX,00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144609576441073608.post-1595125435151673188</id><published>2008-12-19T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T14:06:36.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sim é meu =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://postfolio.no.sapo.pt/"&gt;http://postfolio.no.sapo.pt/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;agr é ver se tenho sorte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3144609576441073608-1595125435151673188?l=blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1595125435151673188/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144609576441073608&amp;postID=1595125435151673188&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/1595125435151673188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/1595125435151673188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/2008/12/sim-meu.html' title='Sim é meu =)'/><author><name>sardinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270036142932445985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN4m5SgC7QI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GpGQHhmJ7bk/S220/1563.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144609576441073608.post-9186094687348985216</id><published>2008-11-20T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T11:45:03.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voz da sabedoria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SSW9exsdq-I/AAAAAAAAAFw/m1zGlO8HiX0/s1600-h/velhote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270827275340590050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SSW9exsdq-I/AAAAAAAAAFw/m1zGlO8HiX0/s320/velhote.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Realmente eu não devia dar ouvidos a ninguém, tanto me chatearam para ir ao médico que lá fui... isto td para ouvir, por parte do Sr. Dr. continue exactamente cm esses medicamentos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O que vale é que na vinda, no belo bus 58 , estava um velhote bem castiço, com os seus 80 anos, calças aos quadrados (mas modelito novo), casaco da nike, tennis da puma e claro a bela bengala, começa a puxar conversa enquanto a minha mãe insistia que eu me sentasse no banco dos deficientes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ora bem, começa ele a contar que num dia destes, estava uma preta barriguda (grávida), palavras ditas pelo próprio, com uns 30 anos a mandar vir cm ele! Isto pq ele não lhe deu o seu lugar! (tenho a dizer que se notava bem, que ele já tinha muita idade e dificuldade em se mexer).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ele simplesmente respondeu-lhe: Não fui eu que te meti nesse estado, pois não?! não tenho culpa nenhuma, não tenho que te dar lugar nenhum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sinceramente adorei este sr. , Adoro velhotes e velhinhas e quanto mais do povinho melhor!&lt;/span&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/3144609576441073608-9186094687348985216?l=blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/feeds/9186094687348985216/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144609576441073608&amp;postID=9186094687348985216&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/9186094687348985216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/9186094687348985216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/2008/11/realmente-eu-no-devia-dar-ouvidos.html' title='Voz da sabedoria'/><author><name>sardinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270036142932445985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN4m5SgC7QI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GpGQHhmJ7bk/S220/1563.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SSW9exsdq-I/AAAAAAAAAFw/m1zGlO8HiX0/s72-c/velhote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144609576441073608.post-2457805557036962678</id><published>2008-11-18T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T03:39:51.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deolinda - Movimento Perpétuo Associativo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/us9dIcLjfKM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/us9dIcLjfKM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Agora sim, damos a volta a isto!&lt;br /&gt;Agora sim, há pernas para andar!&lt;br /&gt;Agora sim, eu sinto o optimismo!&lt;br /&gt;Vamos em frente, ninguém nos vai parar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora não, que é hora do almoço...&lt;br /&gt;Agora não, que é hora do jantar...&lt;br /&gt;Agora não, que eu acho que não posso...&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã vou trabalhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora sim, temos a força toda!&lt;br /&gt;Agora sim, há fé neste querer!&lt;br /&gt;Agora sim, só vejo gente boa!&lt;br /&gt;Vamos em frente e havemos vencer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora não, que me dói a barriga...&lt;br /&gt;Agora não, dizem que vai chover...&lt;br /&gt;Agora não, que joga o Benfica...&lt;br /&gt;e eu tenho mais que fazer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora sim, cantamos com vontade!&lt;br /&gt;Agora sim, eu sinto a união!&lt;br /&gt;Agora sim, já ouço a liberdade!&lt;br /&gt;Vamos em frente, é esta a direcção!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora não, que falta um impresso...&lt;br /&gt;Agora não, que o meu pai não quer...&lt;br /&gt;Agora não, que há engarrafamentos...&lt;br /&gt;Vão sem mim, que eu vou lá ter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(não sei &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pk&lt;/span&gt;, mas uso &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sp&lt;/span&gt; a desculpa do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;agr&lt;/span&gt; não que me doí a barriga!)&lt;br /&gt;É de ver e rever, não cansa mm e ao vivo ainda é melhor =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3144609576441073608-2457805557036962678?l=blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/feeds/2457805557036962678/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144609576441073608&amp;postID=2457805557036962678&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/2457805557036962678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/2457805557036962678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/2008/11/deolinda-movimento-perptuo-associativo.html' title='Deolinda - Movimento Perpétuo Associativo'/><author><name>sardinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270036142932445985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN4m5SgC7QI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GpGQHhmJ7bk/S220/1563.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144609576441073608.post-6196516258234140211</id><published>2008-11-17T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T03:30:36.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sim é Sim e Não é Não!!!!!??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SSKmTlp0E7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/R7q8EtWIcrg/s1600-h/42-15316527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269957369432118194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SSKmTlp0E7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/R7q8EtWIcrg/s320/42-15316527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sempre gostei de dicotomias, menos do sim e do não e hoje parei para pensar no seus significados! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nc fui de meias coisas simplesmente pq n me trazem td o que quero (até pode soar a egoísmo, e que seja!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Acho mesmo que tudo na vida deve ser vivido a 100% mesmo as coisas sem significado e odeio tudo o que é a 50%, mas nem sp as coisas são como queremos... Muitas vezes o que acontece é que estamos a viver a meio gás e pior ainda, estamos simplesmente nesta situação pq não queremos ver que não estamos com a potência toda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Por exemplo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ninguém usa só uma meia ou metade de umas calças, nem compra meio chocolate, meio bilhete para o cinema, ninguém pode ser meio amigo\a, tal e qual como ninguém pode dizer Não e Sim a uma coisa ao mesmo tempo! Contudo, bem sabemos que muitas vezes, o Não, transforma-se em Sim e vice-versa mas pk?? alguém me sabe responder??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pq queremos tanto uma coisa e fazemos outra? será medo do que pode vir? simplesmente não estarmos para mudar? será que se tomarmos a decisão errada dá para voltar atrás?( é por estas e por outras que eu gostava de ter uma máquina do tempo, só... assim de reserva...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;É como desejar ao meio dia ter lua cheia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3144609576441073608-6196516258234140211?l=blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/feeds/6196516258234140211/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144609576441073608&amp;postID=6196516258234140211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/6196516258234140211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/6196516258234140211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/2008/11/sim-sim-e-no-no.html' title='Sim é Sim e Não é Não!!!!!??'/><author><name>sardinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270036142932445985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN4m5SgC7QI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GpGQHhmJ7bk/S220/1563.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SSKmTlp0E7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/R7q8EtWIcrg/s72-c/42-15316527.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144609576441073608.post-4959905830421906978</id><published>2008-11-11T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T07:56:06.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhar é "experiencitar" algo que nunca se viveu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SRmo9SI4BoI/AAAAAAAAAFg/I1W8lDwuP8s/s1600-h/sonho.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267427009981056642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SRmo9SI4BoI/AAAAAAAAAFg/I1W8lDwuP8s/s320/sonho.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quem me conhece bem, sabe que eu passo a vida a sonhar, chego por vezes a ter dois a três sonhos por noite!! Muitas vezes torna-se estafante, chego mm acordar cansada chiça!&lt;br /&gt;Bem mas tirando isso, tenho a dizer que no mínimo são originais, quanto mais estranhos são mais a sardinha gosta hihi e odeio de morte qd alguém ou algo me acorda e já não sei o final...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O da noite passada nem foi nd de especial, visto já ter sonhado que:&lt;br /&gt;- voava em cima de dragões...&lt;br /&gt;- que de pistolas saíam motas...&lt;br /&gt;- estar presa dentro das paredes das antigas pirâmides (atenção não era só dentro das pirâmides era mm dentro das paredes destas)&lt;br /&gt;- levei um tiro na carótida e ainda tive tempo de pensar e dizer "TOU F*****" e saber perfeitamente que ia desta p melhor, foi tão real que quando acordei levei as mãos ao pescoço para saber se estava bem eheheh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- e mts outros mais agradáveis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta noite sonhei que estava enrolada por várias cobras, pequenas e grandes, quase todas do mesmo tom (verde escuro) sem grande piada...o mais curioso é q apesar de ser um animal repugnante, se bem q a mim n me causa grande problema, não tive nem nojo nem medo, não me estavam a fazer mal e até me senti confortável...&lt;br /&gt;Visto isto, vim logo aqui ao meu amigo googlite saber o significado..Ora bem pode ser imensa coisa: Desilusão amorosa (este é sp o primeiro tópico e está presente em todos os significados dos sonhos é tipo Manuel Luís Goucha ); inveja por parte de amigos; se matas a cobra é sinal de sucesso e vitória; se ela te pica cuidado cm as intrigas e ainda há a cultura popular q diz logo que sonhar com cobras é sinal de gravidez...penso que seja a melhorzita e dps deste post as minhas amigas psicólogas q não são poucas vão me já dizer todas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sardinha devias fazer terapia!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ADORO SONHARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR =)&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/3144609576441073608-4959905830421906978?l=blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/feeds/4959905830421906978/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144609576441073608&amp;postID=4959905830421906978&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/4959905830421906978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/4959905830421906978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/2008/11/sonhar-experiencitar-algo-que-nunca-se.html' title='Sonhar é &quot;experiencitar&quot; algo que nunca se viveu!'/><author><name>sardinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270036142932445985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN4m5SgC7QI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GpGQHhmJ7bk/S220/1563.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SRmo9SI4BoI/AAAAAAAAAFg/I1W8lDwuP8s/s72-c/sonho.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144609576441073608.post-1725482472773023811</id><published>2008-11-08T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T07:40:54.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemporâneos: Luciana Abreu adopta uma criança</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vI5K3nsYoLg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vI5K3nsYoLg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mt bom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3144609576441073608-1725482472773023811?l=blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1725482472773023811/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144609576441073608&amp;postID=1725482472773023811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/1725482472773023811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/1725482472773023811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/2008/11/contemporneos-luciana-abreu-adopta-uma.html' title='Contemporâneos: Luciana Abreu adopta uma criança'/><author><name>sardinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270036142932445985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN4m5SgC7QI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GpGQHhmJ7bk/S220/1563.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144609576441073608.post-602476271059888194</id><published>2008-11-08T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T07:33:45.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"out of the loop"</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266308967274269778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SRWwGofWTFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/TPe053t8AzQ/s320/cofre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Segredos todos temos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uns mais "podres" e obscuros que outros, mas esses geralmente não se contam aos amigos\as ... no máximo dos máximos conta-se aquela pessoa com quem temos uma enorme intimidade, aquela que sabemos que nunca nos vai trair e muito menos julgar...conta-se sp alguém muito especial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Na prática de contar um segredo existe sp regras e clarooooo fugas de informação!&lt;br /&gt;geralmente um segredo é um acto a duas pessoas, ou mesmo que seja a mais, existe sp uma politica de sigilo absoluto, quase como de uma seita se tratasse e geralmente começam sempre pela famosa frase:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Nem sabes, tenho uma coisa para te contar mas não podes contar a ninguém"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Claro que me estou a referir a segredos menores, às cusquices e boatos, o problema é que nos esquecemos que quando contamos um segredo ao nosso melhor amigo lá por ele ser tão chegado ou para o bem dele, que este tb tem outro melhor amigo, irmã, prima, namorada ou amante e pronto dá-se a bronca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora em vez de serem dois a saber, sabem três, que rapidamentente passam a cinco e daqui a uns dias já vai estar escrito nas paginas da nossa querida revista Maria ou na Tv 7 dias e claro sem esquecer as milhares de conversas no msn feitas inclusive com copy paste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A única solução é mm guardar e no máximo partilhar cm aqueles mesmo mesmo especiais :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3144609576441073608-602476271059888194?l=blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/feeds/602476271059888194/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144609576441073608&amp;postID=602476271059888194&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/602476271059888194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/602476271059888194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/2008/11/out-of-loop.html' title='&quot;out of the loop&quot;'/><author><name>sardinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270036142932445985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN4m5SgC7QI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GpGQHhmJ7bk/S220/1563.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SRWwGofWTFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/TPe053t8AzQ/s72-c/cofre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144609576441073608.post-644849415994557342</id><published>2008-10-28T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T12:15:33.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O vento que nos tira do chão!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SQdkS6iepLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/_6vCidcoNAA/s1600-h/12-6canaldropPS2grayPOW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262284965720007858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SQdkS6iepLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/_6vCidcoNAA/s320/12-6canaldropPS2grayPOW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quem me dera ter raízes, que me prendessem ao chão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Que não me deixassem dar um passo que fosse em vão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Que me deixassem crescer silencioso e erecto, como um pinheiro de riga, uma faia ou um abeto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quem me dera ter raízes, raízes em vez de pés.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Como o lodão, o aloendro, o ácer e o aloés.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sentir a copa vergar, quando passasse um tufão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E ficar bem agarrado, pelas raízes, ao chão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jorge Sousa Braga, Herbário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Realmente com este vendaval é melhor em vez de pés ter raízes, senão lá vai a sardinha ter com as suas comadres!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nem imaginam o que é andar na rua com este tempo, as pessoas sp a olharem, como quem pensa será q ela voa?? O que vale é que há sempre alguém ou algo onde me posso agarrar!&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/3144609576441073608-644849415994557342?l=blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/feeds/644849415994557342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144609576441073608&amp;postID=644849415994557342&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/644849415994557342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/644849415994557342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-vento-que-nos-tira-do-cho.html' title='O vento que nos tira do chão!'/><author><name>sardinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270036142932445985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN4m5SgC7QI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GpGQHhmJ7bk/S220/1563.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SQdkS6iepLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/_6vCidcoNAA/s72-c/12-6canaldropPS2grayPOW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144609576441073608.post-8053882921310952649</id><published>2008-10-25T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T08:11:23.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hula</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IRo3YrbjQhE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IRo3YrbjQhE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Timão&lt;/span&gt;): Hienas, detesto hienas! Qual é o teu planos para distrair esses tipos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Simba&lt;/span&gt;): Isco Viva!&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Timão&lt;/span&gt;): Boa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ideia&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ei&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Simba&lt;/span&gt;): Vamos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Timon&lt;/span&gt; tens que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;distrair&lt;/span&gt; as hienas.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Timão&lt;/span&gt;): O que quer que eu faça? Que me vista para o baile e dance o hu&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Uau&lt;/span&gt;. Quem quiser comer boa carne venha cá!Meu amigo Pumba é a melhor carne que há,Você vai gostar, vai se empanturrar,E nem uma conta pra pagar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quer um pouquinho?&lt;br /&gt;Quer, quer, quer?&lt;br /&gt;De toucinho,Quer, quer, quer?&lt;br /&gt;Ele é um porco!&lt;br /&gt;Sou, sou, sou.&lt;br /&gt;E você pode ser também! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Uiiii&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Melhor momento da noite: foi sem dúvida ouvir isto como toque num telemóvel de uma pessoa que se diz ser séria e profissional, eu pergunto-me o que dizem as pessoas q ela contrata nas entrevistas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Melhor momento da tarde: foi em vez de estarmos a fotografar, dançarmos no meio da rua ao som de um acordeão junto ao elevador de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Sta&lt;/span&gt;. Justa...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tou&lt;/span&gt; feita cm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;vcs&lt;/span&gt;!:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3144609576441073608-8053882921310952649?l=blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/feeds/8053882921310952649/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144609576441073608&amp;postID=8053882921310952649&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/8053882921310952649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/8053882921310952649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/2008/10/hula.html' title='Hula'/><author><name>sardinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270036142932445985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN4m5SgC7QI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GpGQHhmJ7bk/S220/1563.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144609576441073608.post-2996232023498601765</id><published>2008-10-21T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T13:59:48.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SP5A1gaCuTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/E4nGJMIOcJE/s1600-h/britney-starbucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259712702791727410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SP5A1gaCuTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/E4nGJMIOcJE/s320/britney-starbucks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;É verdade que ainda não fui lá mas é só porque es&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tou&lt;/span&gt; à espera de encontrar esta coisa ou como dizem certas pessoas, "este aborto" da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Britney&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Spears&lt;/span&gt;! Será que se eu for bem cedo para o A&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;llegro&lt;/span&gt; a encontro e ela ainda me pagar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;qq&lt;/span&gt; coisa? isso é que era!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bem seja como for é uma falha ainda não ter lá ido pelo que dizem é mesmo bom!&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/3144609576441073608-2996232023498601765?l=blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/feeds/2996232023498601765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144609576441073608&amp;postID=2996232023498601765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/2996232023498601765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/2996232023498601765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/2008/10/starbucks.html' title='Starbucks'/><author><name>sardinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270036142932445985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN4m5SgC7QI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GpGQHhmJ7bk/S220/1563.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SP5A1gaCuTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/E4nGJMIOcJE/s72-c/britney-starbucks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144609576441073608.post-1965751784418658571</id><published>2008-10-21T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T13:44:42.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensações</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SP429BOxnCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/c3DgWIrKIa8/s1600-h/Anjo%2520Tortura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259701836745645090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SP429BOxnCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/c3DgWIrKIa8/s320/Anjo%2520Tortura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Numa noite destas bem agradável por sinal enquanto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;degustava&lt;/span&gt; uns pasteis de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Belém&lt;/span&gt;, junto ao rio na companhia de uns amigos, aconteceu-me uma coisa que na altura nem contei a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ninguém&lt;/span&gt;, talvez por não saber o significado dela...provavelmente &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pq&lt;/span&gt; não tem significado nenhum e não passa apenas de uma mera &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;coincidência&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Há uns bons anos, vá... uns 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;anitos&lt;/span&gt;, passei uma noite semelhante mas com uma outra companhia, onde estacionamos o carro de frente para o rio e ficamos na conversa a ouvir música.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(A pessoa em si, infelizmente partiu cedo demais, deve ter feito agora um ou dois meses e a sua imagem vem-me frequentemente ao pensamento).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Voltando à noite dos pasteis, de repente começou a tocar a música que ouvi há 4 anos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;atrás&lt;/span&gt; com aquela pessoa e me deparei com o mesmo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cenário&lt;/span&gt;: o rio, o estar no carro, as estrelas, o luar e até a mesma música que já nem me lembrava que existia...Não foi nada de assustador quanto muito terá sido reconfortante mas não deixa de ser curioso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3144609576441073608-1965751784418658571?l=blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1965751784418658571/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144609576441073608&amp;postID=1965751784418658571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/1965751784418658571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/1965751784418658571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/2008/10/sensaes.html' title='Sensações'/><author><name>sardinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270036142932445985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN4m5SgC7QI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GpGQHhmJ7bk/S220/1563.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SP429BOxnCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/c3DgWIrKIa8/s72-c/Anjo%2520Tortura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144609576441073608.post-4010525685851678827</id><published>2008-10-17T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T04:52:29.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taquetinho ou lebas nu fucinho 1982</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O melhor é que o jesus fica zangado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LJ-vin0tSEE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LJ-vin0tSEE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Post&lt;/span&gt; roubado do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zézito&lt;/span&gt;, realmente és o melhor, não sei &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pq&lt;/span&gt; acho q &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;qd&lt;/span&gt; eras &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;puto&lt;/span&gt; devias ser tal e qual esse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;rapazito&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3144609576441073608-4010525685851678827?l=blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/feeds/4010525685851678827/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144609576441073608&amp;postID=4010525685851678827&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/4010525685851678827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/4010525685851678827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-melhor-que-o-jesus-fica-zangado-post.html' title='Taquetinho ou lebas nu fucinho 1982'/><author><name>sardinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270036142932445985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN4m5SgC7QI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GpGQHhmJ7bk/S220/1563.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144609576441073608.post-4762865860297295462</id><published>2008-10-17T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T04:45:28.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quim Roscas e Zeca Estacionancio - Não sou 1 tótó</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sem comentários!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ixc78UGLG4s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ixc78UGLG4s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/3144609576441073608-4762865860297295462?l=blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/feeds/4762865860297295462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144609576441073608&amp;postID=4762865860297295462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/4762865860297295462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/4762865860297295462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/2008/10/quim-roscas-e-zeca-estacionancio-no-sou.html' title='Quim Roscas e Zeca Estacionancio - Não sou 1 tótó'/><author><name>sardinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270036142932445985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN4m5SgC7QI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GpGQHhmJ7bk/S220/1563.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144609576441073608.post-6484329915770340444</id><published>2008-10-14T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T05:07:41.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noites frias, Tardes quentes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SPSFQRtAT5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/M4yguNGcDEI/s1600-h/lareira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256973179724779410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SPSFQRtAT5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/M4yguNGcDEI/s320/lareira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tenho saudades do inverno rigoroso, daquele frio que gela os ossos em que as únicas coisas que sabem bem é: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Estar com um pijama bem quentinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Beber chocolate quente ou um cházinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Ver um filmezito no sofá enrolada numa manta bem quentinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Usar umas meias mesmo grossas e umas pantufas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Ouvir o crepitar da madeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Estar de costas para a lareira para aquecer o rabiosque, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;De facto, apesar de amar o verão e a praia, não há coisa melhor que ir a deambular pelo chiado num dia com temperaturas baixissimas onde até a pele se nos seca de tanto frio que está e para ser perfeito é daqueles dias em que apesar do frio está um sol radiante que nos aquece a alma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S---&gt; O problema disto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;td&lt;/span&gt; é que agora temos todas as estações num dia e es&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tamos&lt;/span&gt; quase no Natal sem frio! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Já bem basta estarem por todos os lados, agora os nosso "amigos" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;brazucas,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tb&lt;/span&gt; devem ter trazido o clima, qualquer dia estamos na praia a dizer: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Oi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cadê&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;voçe&lt;/span&gt;? O papai &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;noel&lt;/span&gt; te deu o quê esse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nataul&lt;/span&gt;? Por favor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3144609576441073608-6484329915770340444?l=blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/feeds/6484329915770340444/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144609576441073608&amp;postID=6484329915770340444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/6484329915770340444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/6484329915770340444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/2008/10/noites-frias-tardes-quentes.html' title='Noites frias, Tardes quentes!'/><author><name>sardinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270036142932445985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN4m5SgC7QI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GpGQHhmJ7bk/S220/1563.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SPSFQRtAT5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/M4yguNGcDEI/s72-c/lareira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144609576441073608.post-6580903799407865664</id><published>2008-10-07T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T15:13:20.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não fiques triste</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SOtA_gdis8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/APHHBeKUQ6Q/s1600-h/pra_mule_feia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254364850047595458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SOtA_gdis8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/APHHBeKUQ6Q/s320/pra_mule_feia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Para quem se sente feio e que ninguém o quer aqui vai um conselho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O melhor remédio para quem se acha feio é a --------&gt; bebedeira!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando se está com uns copos a mais, toda a gente diz e repete o elogio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tás&lt;/span&gt; bonito, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tás&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e com um pouco de sorte pode ser que um trambolho qualquer te pegue é por estas e por outras que não bebo!&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/3144609576441073608-6580903799407865664?l=blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/feeds/6580903799407865664/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144609576441073608&amp;postID=6580903799407865664&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/6580903799407865664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/6580903799407865664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-fiques-triste.html' title='Não fiques triste'/><author><name>sardinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270036142932445985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN4m5SgC7QI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GpGQHhmJ7bk/S220/1563.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SOtA_gdis8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/APHHBeKUQ6Q/s72-c/pra_mule_feia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144609576441073608.post-8383242013532699583</id><published>2008-10-07T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T03:43:34.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkman (1990) Theatrical Trailer</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L58rdhCfDIU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L58rdhCfDIU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Este ano conheci uma pessoa que no mínimo é...vá... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mt&lt;/span&gt; estranha e com um pequeno atraso mental, fanática mm por isto e por muito mais merda como por exemplo o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;adult&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;finder&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vá mas o filme é bom, não se pode dizer o contrario, agora não há nada na vida como o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;adult&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;finder&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3144609576441073608-8383242013532699583?l=blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/feeds/8383242013532699583/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144609576441073608&amp;postID=8383242013532699583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/8383242013532699583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/8383242013532699583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/2008/10/darkman-1990-theatrical-trailer.html' title='Darkman (1990) Theatrical Trailer'/><author><name>sardinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270036142932445985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN4m5SgC7QI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GpGQHhmJ7bk/S220/1563.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144609576441073608.post-2051130396257392473</id><published>2008-10-04T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T07:09:11.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu não sou supersticiosa porque acho que dá azar. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SOd4U3YUPzI/AAAAAAAAAEY/OFO3uN0Cm1g/s1600-h/euromilhoes_200dpi_limpo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253299790209630002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SOd4U3YUPzI/AAAAAAAAAEY/OFO3uN0Cm1g/s320/euromilhoes_200dpi_limpo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando com muita fé que me vai sair o euromilhões e mais uma vez não saiu! Ao menos saiu-me três números, já não é mau, deve dar qualquer coisa como 15 euritos. O pior é eu acertei nos três números e a minha mãe nos outros dois que faltavam na minha chave e ainda numa estrela! Se tivesse metido os dela estavamos milionárias...não há direito! e para piorar estou aqui com uma mialgia (só para parecer croma - são dores musculares) que doí até dizer chega, não há direito :P..,puff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3144609576441073608-2051130396257392473?l=blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/feeds/2051130396257392473/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144609576441073608&amp;postID=2051130396257392473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/2051130396257392473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/2051130396257392473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/2008/10/eu-no-sou-supersticiosa-porque-acho-que.html' title='Coisas da vida'/><author><name>sardinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270036142932445985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN4m5SgC7QI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GpGQHhmJ7bk/S220/1563.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SOd4U3YUPzI/AAAAAAAAAEY/OFO3uN0Cm1g/s72-c/euromilhoes_200dpi_limpo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144609576441073608.post-5137342723022011786</id><published>2008-10-04T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T07:14:51.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>snuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SOdygqtJz2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iImSROfV3aE/s1600-h/2pyxrv5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253293395896029026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SOdygqtJz2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iImSROfV3aE/s320/2pyxrv5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Bury all your secrets in my skin&lt;br /&gt;Come away with innocence, and leave me with my sins&lt;br /&gt;The air around me still feels like a cage&lt;br /&gt;And love is just a camouflage for what resembles rage again… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you love me, let me go. And run away before I know.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is just too dark to care. I can't destroy what isn't there.&lt;br /&gt;Deliver me into my Fate - If I'm alone I cannot hate&lt;br /&gt;I don't deserve to have you…&lt;br /&gt;My smile was taken long ago / If I can change I hope I never know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I still press your letters to my lips&lt;br /&gt;And cherish them in parts of me that savor every kiss&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't face a life without your light&lt;br /&gt;But all of that was ripped apart… when you refused to fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So save your breath, I will not hear. I think I made it very clear.&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't hate enough to love. Is that supposed to be enough?&lt;br /&gt;I only wish you weren't my friend. Then I could hurt you in the end.&lt;br /&gt;I never claimed to be a Saint…&lt;br /&gt;My own was banished long ago / It took the Death of Hope to let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So Break Yourself Against My Stones&lt;br /&gt;And Spit Your Pity In My Soul&lt;br /&gt;You Never Needed Any Help&lt;br /&gt;You Sold Me Out To Save Yourself&lt;br /&gt;And I Won't Listen To Your Shame&lt;br /&gt;You Ran Away - You're All The Same&lt;br /&gt;Angels Lie To Keep Control…&lt;br /&gt;My Love Was Punished Long Ago&lt;br /&gt;If You Still Care, Don't Ever Let Me Know&lt;br /&gt;If you still care, don't ever let me know…"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;slipknot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3144609576441073608-5137342723022011786?l=blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/feeds/5137342723022011786/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144609576441073608&amp;postID=5137342723022011786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/5137342723022011786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/5137342723022011786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/2008/10/bury-all-your-secrets-in-my-skin-come.html' title='snuff'/><author><name>sardinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270036142932445985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN4m5SgC7QI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GpGQHhmJ7bk/S220/1563.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SOdygqtJz2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iImSROfV3aE/s72-c/2pyxrv5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144609576441073608.post-1299437512208952284</id><published>2008-10-01T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:39:30.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Só porque gosto de post-its</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="225" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1700732&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1700732&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Trabalhar assim não era nada mau, é isto que sonho para mim, deve ser porque gosto muito de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;its&lt;/span&gt;, não sei, tem qualquer coisa, acho que é as cores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/3144609576441073608-1299437512208952284?l=blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1299437512208952284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144609576441073608&amp;postID=1299437512208952284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/1299437512208952284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/1299437512208952284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/2008/10/s-porque-gosto-de-post-its.html' title='Só porque gosto de post-its'/><author><name>sardinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270036142932445985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN4m5SgC7QI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GpGQHhmJ7bk/S220/1563.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144609576441073608.post-3594060398886434675</id><published>2008-09-30T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:25:35.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fora de moda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SOJt8HS4wRI/AAAAAAAAADw/T6t2v2lNgpU/s1600-h/dress_flippers1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251880994985263378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SOJt8HS4wRI/AAAAAAAAADw/T6t2v2lNgpU/s320/dress_flippers1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bem realmente sendo eu uma sardinha, acho que não poderá haver melhor sapato para mim!&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/3144609576441073608-3594060398886434675?l=blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/feeds/3594060398886434675/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144609576441073608&amp;postID=3594060398886434675&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/3594060398886434675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/3594060398886434675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/2008/09/fora-de-moda.html' title='Fora de moda'/><author><name>sardinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270036142932445985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN4m5SgC7QI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GpGQHhmJ7bk/S220/1563.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SOJt8HS4wRI/AAAAAAAAADw/T6t2v2lNgpU/s72-c/dress_flippers1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144609576441073608.post-1066021353124610130</id><published>2008-09-29T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T14:14:05.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mercúrio Retrógrado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SOFCEXJnoPI/AAAAAAAAADg/vU3Uo3Wjkvw/s1600-h/mercurio_sedna-art%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251551283191980274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SOFCEXJnoPI/AAAAAAAAADg/vU3Uo3Wjkvw/s320/mercurio_sedna-art%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Desde o inicio do ano, que tenho dito que a culpa disto tudo é da astrologia e ninguém me liga! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Constatei ao longo destes largos meses que nada corre da melhor maneira e não é só com a minha pessoa, várias amigas e amigos (sim, não é uma coisa só de gajas) dizem que não entendem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pq&lt;/span&gt; nada corre bem, não é que eu acredite na nossa amiga &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;maya&lt;/span&gt;, mas de facto é verdade. Hoje numa conversa banal ouvi falar no Mercúrio Retrógrado que segundo os astrólogos, Mercúrio, assim como outros planetas regentes, entram diversas vezes em movimento estacionário ou retrógrado. Mercúrio está agora em regressão e este processo ocorre sensivelmente a cada três meses, durante três semanas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Período de retrógrado de mercúrio:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;de 28 de Janeiro a 18 de Fevereiro&lt;br /&gt;de 26 de maio a 19 de Junho&lt;br /&gt;de 24 de Setembro a 15 de Outubro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando o planeta está retrógrado, as questões regidas por ele apresentam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;retrações&lt;/span&gt; ou demoras no seu desenvolvimento. Logo tudo o que é comunicações pessoais ou não, apresentam mais conflitos, mal entendidos e tendem a trazer problemas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mercúrio também rege as ideias, conceitos e opiniões que por esta altura podem não ser definitivas, agora entendo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pq&lt;/span&gt; mudo constantemente de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;opinião&lt;/span&gt;, sou uma vira casacas mas não tenho a culpa! Contudo, dizem que este período não é assim tão mau e que serve para "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt;"viver , "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt;"pensar, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt;"fazer, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt;"tomar, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt;"amar mas não vale a pena desesperar, 2009 tende a ser melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/3144609576441073608-1066021353124610130?l=blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/feeds/1066021353124610130/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144609576441073608&amp;postID=1066021353124610130&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/1066021353124610130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/1066021353124610130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/2008/09/mercrio-retrgrado.html' title='Mercúrio Retrógrado'/><author><name>sardinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270036142932445985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN4m5SgC7QI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GpGQHhmJ7bk/S220/1563.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SOFCEXJnoPI/AAAAAAAAADg/vU3Uo3Wjkvw/s72-c/mercurio_sedna-art%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144609576441073608.post-870392838893224263</id><published>2008-09-28T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T05:59:14.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stripe Toothpaste</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN9wpKkiibI/AAAAAAAAADA/vAV21WZy9Qk/s1600-h/pasta2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251039543051848114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN9wpKkiibI/AAAAAAAAADA/vAV21WZy9Qk/s320/pasta2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Assim que coloquei os pés fora da cama, ainda a cambalear e com o cabelo todo despenteado, lá fui beber um copito de leite e lavar a dentuça, quando dei por mim a perguntar, porque raio é q a pasta de dentes saí &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sp&lt;/span&gt; da mesma maneira, branca na parte de dentro e com riscas coloridas de lado, sempre perfeitamente alinhadas? e mesmo estando no fim, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pq&lt;/span&gt; é que o raio da pasta não se mistura? É que a pasta sai sempre &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;perfeitinha&lt;/span&gt;! tive para abrir o tubo da pasta com uma tesoura mas a minha mãe não ia achar muita graça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Foi então que fiz uma pequena pesquisa no nosso amigo Google, e encontrei que este sistema inovador foi desenhado por John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gallo&lt;/span&gt; para uma marca de pastas, cujo atribuição do nome foi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Stripe&lt;/span&gt; (um nome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;muitooo&lt;/span&gt; original ).&lt;br /&gt;Como era de esperar o tubo tinha que estar divido, basicamente é utilizado um tubo dentro de outro, no caso das ricas serem de duas ou mais cores, cada cor tem o seu tubo. Deixo aqui alguns exemplos visuais para ser mais fácil o entendimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN9-Fj8LRVI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0qNW57U5Qys/s1600-h/pasta4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251054324549371218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN9-Fj8LRVI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0qNW57U5Qys/s320/pasta4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN9-cOLiCoI/AAAAAAAAADY/6yZnh6I67cE/s1600-h/pasta5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251054713845189250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN9-cOLiCoI/AAAAAAAAADY/6yZnh6I67cE/s320/pasta5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3144609576441073608-870392838893224263?l=blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/feeds/870392838893224263/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144609576441073608&amp;postID=870392838893224263&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/870392838893224263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/870392838893224263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/2008/09/stripe-toothpaste.html' title='Stripe Toothpaste'/><author><name>sardinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270036142932445985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN4m5SgC7QI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GpGQHhmJ7bk/S220/1563.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN9wpKkiibI/AAAAAAAAADA/vAV21WZy9Qk/s72-c/pasta2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144609576441073608.post-3356184730910243538</id><published>2008-09-27T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T06:01:44.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>little girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN55AAnPvaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ehim7Hibzvw/s1600-h/crian%C3%A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250767256632147362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN55AAnPvaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ehim7Hibzvw/s320/crian%C3%A7a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Realmente não há melhor altura na vida do que esta, sem responsabilidades nem problemas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dou por mim a pensar que fui forçada a "crescer" por força da vida mas se a coisa q &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ninguém&lt;/span&gt; me tira é eu poder ser sempre uma menina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3144609576441073608-3356184730910243538?l=blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/feeds/3356184730910243538/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144609576441073608&amp;postID=3356184730910243538&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/3356184730910243538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/3356184730910243538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/2008/09/realmente-no-h-melhor-altura-na-vida-do.html' title='little girl'/><author><name>sardinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270036142932445985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN4m5SgC7QI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GpGQHhmJ7bk/S220/1563.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN55AAnPvaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ehim7Hibzvw/s72-c/crian%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3144609576441073608.post-3149922025034737895</id><published>2008-09-27T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T06:03:30.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FON FON FON</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN437mXrQ4I/AAAAAAAAACw/DgHkyPfPL30/s1600-h/ImagemDeolinda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250695712612238210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN437mXrQ4I/AAAAAAAAACw/DgHkyPfPL30/s320/ImagemDeolinda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bem a noite n começou da melhor maneira, visto ter pago 10 euros para ver Deolinda e qd lá cheguei já estava quase no fim, mas num rasgo de sorte ainda consegui ouvir o Fon Fon Fon, vá lá n foi assim tão mau!&lt;br /&gt;Já vinha bem desanimada, simplesmente pq joguei no euromilhões no sábado passado de manha (coisa q ninguém faz) e tinha mm a certeza que me ia sair, andei a semana toda a ver cartazes do EM pela cidade e anúncios na tv, e convencidamente dizia: É DESTA QUE ME SAI O EUROMILHÕES! fiz projectos para tudo e nem se quer a p*** de um numero me saiu! (ainda me dizem q eu tenho q acreditar, qual lei da atracção..puff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decidi então, beber para esquecer, coisa q nc faço na vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passado bastante tempo de estar cm a mm e única cerveja eu só dizia, isto tem um gosto estranho e há quem diga q tive uma grande atracção por uma laranjeira, ora bem, antes isso do que um cromo qq...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não satisfeita com a bela noite, decidimos ir aos bolos e a quem foram perg o caminho??&lt;br /&gt;Toda a gente sabe q a sardinha é péssima a dar indicações, bem demos voltas e mais voltas por lx e qd chegamos aos bolos estava tanta gente q viemos embora e o pior é que fui de sandálias (devido a minha elevada estrutura, para poder ver melhor qq coisa) fiquei cm uma bolha gigante no dedo do pé...o que vale é q ainda me diverti bastante!&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/3144609576441073608-3149922025034737895?l=blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/feeds/3149922025034737895/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3144609576441073608&amp;postID=3149922025034737895&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/3149922025034737895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3144609576441073608/posts/default/3149922025034737895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-da-sardinha.blogspot.com/2008/09/fon-fon-fon_27.html' title='FON FON FON'/><author><name>sardinha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18270036142932445985</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN4m5SgC7QI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GpGQHhmJ7bk/S220/1563.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__9mIDQjCjqU/SN437mXrQ4I/AAAAAAAAACw/DgHkyPfPL30/s72-c/ImagemDeolinda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
