<?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-4460506009448478048</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:08:16.421-07:00</updated><category term='Parabéns'/><category term='snif snif'/><category term='So me stressam'/><category term='dias difíceis'/><category term='me and my friends'/><category term='É preciso muita paciência'/><category term='corte e costura'/><category term='há coisas estranhas'/><category term='dedicatórias'/><category term='ping'/><category term='classificados'/><category term='poupem me'/><category term='monumentos'/><category term='memórias'/><category term='Coisas que me cansam'/><category term='As Mzitas'/><category term='Revivalismos'/><category term='vá comprem'/><category term='Amigas'/><category term='Africa minha'/><category term='je sui tres fatige'/><category term='tadinha de mim'/><category term='series de culto'/><category term='estreia'/><category term='massagens precisam se'/><category term='coisas minhas'/><category term='sabedoria feminina'/><category term='Cunhaditas'/><category term='filmes'/><category term='enjoy the weekend'/><category term='porque preciso mesmo'/><category term='pensamentos'/><category term='coisas boas'/><category term='ping and pong ou pong e ping'/><category term='domingo á tarde'/><category term='ai a minha linha'/><category term='gajas'/><category term='um dia eu vou'/><category term='coisas que me dão prazer'/><category term='para o que me havia de dar'/><category term='coisas que não gosto'/><category term='Modernices'/><category term='Epocas festivas'/><category term='mexam se'/><category term='coisas que mexem comigo'/><category term='Pablo Neruda'/><category term='Mestres'/><category term='Cartoons'/><category term='gajos'/><category term='Um dia'/><category term='porque eu sou assim'/><category term='porque tem de ser'/><category term='coisas de gajas'/><category term='Natal'/><category term='Eu e as crianças'/><category term='Domingando'/><category term='dilemas'/><category term='remember good times'/><category term='Confesso que'/><category term='gosto pouco gosto'/><category term='coisas que me deixam doida'/><category term='things to do'/><category term='Eu e a minha avó'/><category term='porque nao gosto e pronto'/><category term='sabedoria'/><category term='A lei do mais forte'/><category term='a não perder'/><category term='grandes bandas= muito bons tempos'/><category term='concertos que quero ir'/><category term='não se acanhem'/><category term='musicas que gosto'/><category term='familia pipoca'/><title type='text'>Feeling good</title><subtitle type='html'>Birds flying high you know how I feel
Sun in the sky you know how I feel
Reeds driftin’ on by you know how I feel

It’s a new dawn
It’s a new day
It’s a new life
For me
And I’m feeling good</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-1244711839589319297</id><published>2009-05-08T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T15:28:57.053-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parabéns'/><title type='text'>parabens Mary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SgSxkavyTlI/AAAAAAAAAOM/IG3qYyfmeQw/s1600-h/mary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 136px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333583097926667858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SgSxkavyTlI/AAAAAAAAAOM/IG3qYyfmeQw/s200/mary.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que hoje faz 11 anos, e como ja esta quase uma adolescente e furou as orelhas há um mês, recebeu hoje varios brincos lindos, que decidiu logo por uns e andou o dia todo contente a exibi-los.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assim não corro o risco de ela usar a minha colecção preciosa da Pedra dura hahaaah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-1244711839589319297?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/1244711839589319297/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=1244711839589319297' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/1244711839589319297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/1244711839589319297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2009/05/parabens-mary.html' title='parabens Mary'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SgSxkavyTlI/AAAAAAAAAOM/IG3qYyfmeQw/s72-c/mary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-3867316313264716242</id><published>2009-04-11T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:06:20.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>Esta noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sessão home cinema&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SeEGFoOATMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Nlv3yWTC1Ik/s1600-h/gran_torino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 141px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323542928293907650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SeEGFoOATMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Nlv3yWTC1Ik/s200/gran_torino.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4460506009448478048-3867316313264716242?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3867316313264716242/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=3867316313264716242' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/3867316313264716242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/3867316313264716242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/esta-noite.html' title='Esta noite'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SeEGFoOATMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Nlv3yWTC1Ik/s72-c/gran_torino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-6383718048763748394</id><published>2009-04-10T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T17:14:05.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='familia pipoca'/><title type='text'>Momentos Kodak</title><content type='html'>olha para nós tao lindossssssssss &lt;a href="http://paixaofotografica.wordpress.com/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://mae360.blogspot.com/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-6383718048763748394?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6383718048763748394/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=6383718048763748394' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/6383718048763748394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/6383718048763748394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/sessao-fotografica_10.html' title='Momentos Kodak'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-6188737733517828232</id><published>2009-04-10T10:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:49:11.513-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ai a minha linha'/><title type='text'>É só calorias.....</title><content type='html'>Os meus sobrinhos vieram dormir cá em casa de quinta para sexta,e quando lhes perguntei o que queriam para jantar disseram que queriam bifes com cogumelos e molho de natas, acompanhados de batatas fritas e para sobremesa queriam &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mousse&lt;/span&gt; de chocolate e um doce que e feito com torta &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dancake&lt;/span&gt;, morangos e natas. Bem , la fui eu ao &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;supermecado&lt;/span&gt; abastecer e pus mãos a obra.Conclusão ainda não paramos de ingerir alimentos altamente &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caloricos&lt;/span&gt;. O jantar ontem foram os ditos bifes, sobremesa o tal doce, o almoço hoje &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;salchichas&lt;/span&gt; com arroz(ementa &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tb&lt;/span&gt; escolhida pelos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pirralhos&lt;/span&gt;) e a sobremesa &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;morangos&lt;/span&gt; com natas, o lanche sandes de queijo, chá e &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mousse&lt;/span&gt; de chocolate e daqui a um bocado vou á sogra da minha &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;irmã&lt;/span&gt; buscar a bela da tarte de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;amêndoas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim mais um dia normal na vida da familia pipoca, se tivermos em consideração que esta familia ha tres semanas seguidas que come praticamente todos os dias morangos com natas hahaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ps. Logo só comemos sopinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-6188737733517828232?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6188737733517828232/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=6188737733517828232' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/6188737733517828232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/6188737733517828232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2009/04/e-so-calorias.html' title='É só calorias.....'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-6424578934115659744</id><published>2009-03-27T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T11:58:38.725-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexam se'/><title type='text'>Attention please</title><content type='html'>Lista de Aniversário&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viagem a Bali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viagem a Moçambique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandalias roxas lindas da Zara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfume Armani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brincos da Stone hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bilhetes para o cool jazz festival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;livros muitoooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Lista de Aniversário num Shopping perto de si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-6424578934115659744?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6424578934115659744/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=6424578934115659744' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/6424578934115659744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/6424578934115659744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/attention-please.html' title='Attention please'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-2264433357890026334</id><published>2009-03-24T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T17:58:13.243-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parabéns'/><title type='text'>Á Joaninha e ao João Pedro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/ScmAlG4NcfI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ouMUxq0boIc/s1600-h/casamento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316922210077471218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/ScmAlG4NcfI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ouMUxq0boIc/s200/casamento.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Muitos parabéns pelo terceiro aniversário do vosso casamento, e que daqui a muitos anos este postal seja substitudo por um com duas velhas "carcaças" sentadas em cadeiras de baloiço e ainda felizes!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-2264433357890026334?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/2264433357890026334/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=2264433357890026334' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/2264433357890026334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/2264433357890026334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/joaninha-e-ao-joao-pedro.html' title='Á Joaninha e ao João Pedro'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/ScmAlG4NcfI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ouMUxq0boIc/s72-c/casamento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-4062943659110469300</id><published>2009-03-24T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:24:34.718-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parabéns'/><title type='text'>Parabééééééé´ns para mim!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/Sckk0i1yawI/AAAAAAAAAN0/CCF4wvcEJbo/s1600-h/parabens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 153px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316821320211786498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/Sckk0i1yawI/AAAAAAAAAN0/CCF4wvcEJbo/s200/parabens.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today´s my birthday, a special day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is just for me, just for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today´s my birthday and i me so glad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everbody sings with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(lyrics from baby tv)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ps- Quero esclarecer que o motivo da minha alegria nao é o meu aniversário, mas sim o maravilhoso bolo de aniversário que mais logo me vai encher os olhos, as ancas, o rabo, etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-4062943659110469300?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4062943659110469300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=4062943659110469300' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/4062943659110469300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/4062943659110469300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/parabeeeeeeens-para-mim.html' title='Parabééééééé´ns para mim!!!!!'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/Sckk0i1yawI/AAAAAAAAAN0/CCF4wvcEJbo/s72-c/parabens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-3020110439544166749</id><published>2009-02-27T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T16:25:03.019-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>Sou eu que ando cansada ou o filme é mesmo uma seca?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SaiEHgXKPDI/AAAAAAAAANs/sWNsJjq0fcw/s1600-h/revolutionary-road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307637425337154610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SaiEHgXKPDI/AAAAAAAAANs/sWNsJjq0fcw/s200/revolutionary-road.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;É que fizemos mesmo um esforço enorme para não adormecer&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/4460506009448478048-3020110439544166749?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3020110439544166749/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=3020110439544166749' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/3020110439544166749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/3020110439544166749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/sou-eu-que-ando-cansada-ou-o-filme-e.html' title='Sou eu que ando cansada ou o filme é mesmo uma seca?????'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SaiEHgXKPDI/AAAAAAAAANs/sWNsJjq0fcw/s72-c/revolutionary-road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-4415471089837371800</id><published>2009-02-23T11:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T11:31:57.939-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monumentos'/><title type='text'>Pedaço de mau caminho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SaL5gi5n3sI/AAAAAAAAANk/cGpzZZNt65Y/s1600-h/james+franco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306077648515489474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SaL5gi5n3sI/AAAAAAAAANk/cGpzZZNt65Y/s200/james+franco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Como diz a Mlee, ate gay marchava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-4415471089837371800?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4415471089837371800/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=4415471089837371800' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/4415471089837371800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/4415471089837371800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/pedaco-de-mau-caminho.html' title='Pedaço de mau caminho'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SaL5gi5n3sI/AAAAAAAAANk/cGpzZZNt65Y/s72-c/james+franco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-5746725396890760926</id><published>2009-02-22T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T14:39:05.511-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='domingo á tarde'/><title type='text'>Carnaval na praia</title><content type='html'>Hoje fui almoçar á praia do Monte do Estoril com a minha pulga, a minha mãe, a minha amiga Magda e a filha Francisca. A esplanada estava cheia, todos queriam apanhar um pouco de sol.Passamos um bom bocado,almoçamos, conversamos e depois eu e a Magda mais as nossas pulguinhas fomos passear pelo paredão.Vocês nem acreditam a quantidade de criancinhas que vimos,(quase acabadas de sair da barriga da mãe)mascaradas com os fatos mais foleiros que possam imaginar. Realmente as pessoas não têm noção,bébes ainda de colo com os fatos apertadissimos e pesados, todos com um ar infeliz, só porque os "Papás" acham o maximo.Eu na minha opinião acho que as crianças devem se mascarar quando já o apreciam e têm uma personagem que gostariam de encarnar, ou quando a creche pede.Mas se os pais gostam de ver os filhos mascarados,( e sei que ha fatos deliciosos para bebes) façam-no com graciosidade e de maneira a que a criança se sinta confortavel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-5746725396890760926?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/5746725396890760926/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=5746725396890760926' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/5746725396890760926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/5746725396890760926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/carnaval-na-praia.html' title='Carnaval na praia'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-8332003272067903766</id><published>2009-02-22T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T13:18:53.139-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>And the Oscar goes to......</title><content type='html'>Hoje é noite de Oscares. &lt;br /&gt;Este ano fomos brindados com excelentes filmes e soberbas interpretações. É dificil prever quem será o melhor actor, a melhor actriz e o melhor filme. Ainda não vi todos os filmes nomeados, mas fiquei bastante impressionada com a interpretação do Sean Penn e da Merly streep.Não vou ver em directo porque dá tarde, mas amanha já saberei os resultados e os modelitos que as Estrelas levaram(isto é que realmente interessa).&lt;br /&gt;E pronto nao vou alongar porque não há muito mais para dizer e tenho a minha pulga doente a requerer constante atenção&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-8332003272067903766?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8332003272067903766/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=8332003272067903766' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/8332003272067903766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/8332003272067903766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-oscar-goes-to.html' title='And the Oscar goes to......'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-4780433827160825067</id><published>2009-02-17T13:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T13:56:50.084-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revivalismos'/><title type='text'>Sexta feira ( parte II )</title><content type='html'>Findo concerto fui ter com os meus colegas, que ja estavam bem regados do jantar e lá fomos todos para o 2001.Para alguns foi uma estreia( e que estreia)nem estavam acreditar nas figuras que por lá andavam com idade para serem seus avós.Mas é por isso que gosto do 2001, por ser despretensioso, por ser um sitio em que o gosto pela musica rock anos 70/80 é comum a todos os que lá param.Não interessa o aspecto das pessoas nem como estão vestidas mas sim curtir a musica, fechar os olhos e viajar no tempo. A mim estas dizem me muito, não só porque adoro rock , mas também porque cresci com com elas. Passei a minha adolescência( e talvez dos melhores momentos da minha vida ) no News e no 2 e tenho muita pena que não hajam mais discotecas com esta musica, (tirando o Bauhaus nas  primeiras sextas de cada mês e está sempre a abarrotar mal se respira lá dentro). A noite foi um espectaculo,ao som de grandes musicas tais como esta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/PtB0S4GDUC/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/PtB0S4GDUC/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=PtB0S4GDUC" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=PtB0S4GDUC" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=PtB0S4GDUC" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=PtB0S4GDUC" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/PtB0S4GDUC/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/xWwzX3d/music/h8hZGyEI/greg_kihn_band_the_breakup_song_live/"&gt;The Breakup Song (Live) - Greg Kihn Band&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-4780433827160825067?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4780433827160825067/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=4780433827160825067' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/4780433827160825067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/4780433827160825067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/sexta-feira-parte-ii.html' title='Sexta feira ( parte II )'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-4126286454734067882</id><published>2009-02-15T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T07:19:27.608-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revivalismos'/><title type='text'>sexta feira  (Parte I )</title><content type='html'>Sexta Dia 13, fui ao coliseu ver os Tindersticks. O concerto foi prenda de Natal que o meu mais que tudo me pediu e deixando bem saliente que queria o lugar nas cadeiras de orquestra e como os seus desejos são ordens foi o que comprei. Quando lá chegamos e nos encaminharam para os lugares não queríamos acreditar que a 1ª fila era literalmente colada ao palco, dava para pores os braços no palco de deitar me lá( ahhaha).O concerto foi fabuloso, o coliseu estava cheio demonstrado que os Tindesticks são uma banda de culto, e  sempre bem vindos. Para os das primeiras filas foi um concerto intimista uma vez durante o concerto todo houve uma troca de risos e olhares cúmplices com os músicos, porque estávamos tão perto que era impossível os nossos olhares não se trocarem. O suart maravilhou nos com a sua actuação, a sua banda também e ainda nos ofereceram três encores. Um bom espectáculo que me fez voltar atrás no tempo, tenho pena que não tenham tocado esta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/vFqkynG8vA/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/vFqkynG8vA/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=vFqkynG8vA" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=vFqkynG8vA" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=vFqkynG8vA" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=vFqkynG8vA" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/vFqkynG8vA/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/WHvifJ/music/F_OxJci7/tindersticks_can_we_start_again/"&gt;Can We Start Again? - Tindersticks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-4126286454734067882?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4126286454734067882/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=4126286454734067882' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/4126286454734067882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/4126286454734067882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/sexta-feira-parte-i.html' title='sexta feira  (Parte I )'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-7395704337454107893</id><published>2009-02-10T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T14:59:28.789-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mestres'/><title type='text'>Imagens que me acompanham há muito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SZIGJkEvM8I/AAAAAAAAANc/5r7ue2GMaZk/s1600-h/el_greco_view_of_toledo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301306472740631490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SZIGJkEvM8I/AAAAAAAAANc/5r7ue2GMaZk/s200/el_greco_view_of_toledo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SZIGEpAE4yI/AAAAAAAAANU/PRvkMQsrrzg/s1600-h/el+greco.jpog.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301306388163912482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SZIGEpAE4yI/AAAAAAAAANU/PRvkMQsrrzg/s200/el+greco.jpog.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SZIFTq16vpI/AAAAAAAAANM/hWhFlJ4yAGE/s1600-h/Vincent_Willem_van_Gogh_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301305546844585618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SZIFTq16vpI/AAAAAAAAANM/hWhFlJ4yAGE/s200/Vincent_Willem_van_Gogh_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SZIFMHGaNII/AAAAAAAAANE/KckYBJyK9mk/s1600-h/NoonVanGogh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301305416990995586" style="DISPLAY: block; 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TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SZIE9S13B_I/AAAAAAAAAM0/PuKH4MWRy-E/s200/chagall1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-7395704337454107893?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/7395704337454107893/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=7395704337454107893' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/7395704337454107893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/7395704337454107893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/imagens-que-me-acompanha-ha-muito.html' title='Imagens que me acompanham há muito'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SZIGJkEvM8I/AAAAAAAAANc/5r7ue2GMaZk/s72-c/el_greco_view_of_toledo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-3943779952435743708</id><published>2009-02-08T12:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T13:12:43.418-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>Milk</title><content type='html'>Ontem fui ao cinema com a ping. Depois de uma difícil escolha entre o Revolutionary road, Valquiria e Milk, optamos pelo último( e ainda bem que o fizemos).&lt;br /&gt;Fomos presentadas por uma actuação sublime por parte do Sean penn, talvez a sua melhor interpretação e mais diicil. Imaginem o que é estarem sentados no cinema, o filme começa e de repente vemos o Sean Penn (cuja imagem que temos dele é de macho viril  com aquele modo de falar meio antipático, tímido e para dentro) , completamente bichona, cheio de tiques a derreter se todo para o seu querido ( e grossooooooooooo Scott). A nossa Expressão foi Wooooooooow o filme todo. Brilhante interpretação não só dele mas de todos. E o tema do filme leva-nos a ficarmos  felizes de vivermos nos dias de hoje. Claro que ainda há discriminação e preconceito, claro que ainda há em muitos sítios violações dos direitos humanos, claro que ainda existem hipócritas na igreja que teimam em querer decidir a vida das pessoas usando " as leis de Deus " como desculpa, mas ainda assim somos priveligiados. Quando forem ver vão perceber o porquê&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SY9HWDPWkMI/AAAAAAAAAMs/0RE_s8NGfmo/s1600-h/milk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300533730590757058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SY9HWDPWkMI/AAAAAAAAAMs/0RE_s8NGfmo/s200/milk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; Um grande candidado ao Oscar sim senhora&lt;/span&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/4460506009448478048-3943779952435743708?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3943779952435743708/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=3943779952435743708' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/3943779952435743708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/3943779952435743708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/milk.html' title='Milk'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SY9HWDPWkMI/AAAAAAAAAMs/0RE_s8NGfmo/s72-c/milk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-385653739918828472</id><published>2009-02-04T13:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:56:37.240-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mestres'/><title type='text'>Richard Avedon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SYoN1YrdflI/AAAAAAAAALk/W_wwjQpsyr4/s1600-h/ric.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 162px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299063122363776594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SYoN1YrdflI/AAAAAAAAALk/W_wwjQpsyr4/s200/ric.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SYoNfWDcMHI/AAAAAAAAALU/Xng-0kmW4_Y/s1600-h/riuchard+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 172px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299062743701926002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SYoNfWDcMHI/AAAAAAAAALU/Xng-0kmW4_Y/s200/riuchard+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SYoNm-NJLqI/AAAAAAAAALc/0RDSRCPX6Dw/s1600-h/richard.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SYoNm-NJLqI/AAAAAAAAALc/0RDSRCPX6Dw/s1600-h/richard.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SYoNm-NJLqI/AAAAAAAAALc/0RDSRCPX6Dw/s1600-h/richard.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SYoOKxj6XSI/AAAAAAAAALs/EIJJqDydKeU/s1600-h/10_RichardAvedon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 123px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299063489820253474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SYoOKxj6XSI/AAAAAAAAALs/EIJJqDydKeU/s200/10_RichardAvedon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SYoNm-NJLqI/AAAAAAAAALc/0RDSRCPX6Dw/s1600-h/richard.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SYoNm-NJLqI/AAAAAAAAALc/0RDSRCPX6Dw/s1600-h/richard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299062874739125922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SYoNm-NJLqI/AAAAAAAAALc/0RDSRCPX6Dw/s200/richard.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SYoNm-NJLqI/AAAAAAAAALc/0RDSRCPX6Dw/s1600-h/richard.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/4460506009448478048-385653739918828472?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/385653739918828472/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=385653739918828472' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/385653739918828472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/385653739918828472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/richard-avedon.html' title='Richard Avedon'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SYoN1YrdflI/AAAAAAAAALk/W_wwjQpsyr4/s72-c/ric.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-1770416590054116633</id><published>2009-02-03T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:43:36.238-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamentos'/><title type='text'>palavras sabias</title><content type='html'>A verdadeira medida de um homem não se vê na forma como se comporta em momentos de conforto e conveniência, mas em como se mantém em tempos de controvérsia e desafio.(Martin Luther King Jr.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-1770416590054116633?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/1770416590054116633/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=1770416590054116633' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/1770416590054116633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/1770416590054116633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/palavras-sabias.html' title='palavras sabias'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-8215672403462448420</id><published>2009-02-02T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T13:38:44.195-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porque eu sou assim'/><title type='text'>Procura-se</title><content type='html'>Receita de bolo de chocolate. É que esta menina aqui foi subitamente invadida por uma enorme vontade de comer bolo de chocolate. Mas atenção não e qua,quer bolo de chocolate, é daqueles bem fofinhos e molhadinhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Oferece-se uma fatia de bolo a quem enviar a melhor receita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-8215672403462448420?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8215672403462448420/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=8215672403462448420' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/8215672403462448420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/8215672403462448420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/procura-se.html' title='Procura-se'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-360904782935127733</id><published>2009-01-30T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T14:28:16.843-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A lei do mais forte'/><title type='text'>Eu juro que que ia focada para isso, somente para isso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje á hora de almoço decidi ir á Sport Zone do cascais Shopping ver uns ténis. Ao passar pela Fnac fui atraída( como sempre)por uma força sobrenatural, mais forte do que eu, e embora eu tivesse tentado muito resistir, tive que me render á força superior e acabei por sair de lá com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SYN-HSpsY5I/AAAAAAAAALM/TxzojG2n5tA/s1600-h/the+brooklyn+follies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297216250448733074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SYN-HSpsY5I/AAAAAAAAALM/TxzojG2n5tA/s200/the+brooklyn+follies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Acabei por não comprar os ténis, mas vou á Sport Zone do Oeiras Parque, para não ser tentada pelo Demo que anda disfaçado sob forma de Fnac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Porra não posso ir ao Oeiras Parque, Está lá uma discipula do Demo Chamada Bulhosa, o melhor é ir mesmo á Decathlon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-360904782935127733?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/360904782935127733/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=360904782935127733' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/360904782935127733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/360904782935127733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/eu-juro-que-que-ia-focada-para-isso.html' title='Eu juro que que ia focada para isso, somente para isso'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SYN-HSpsY5I/AAAAAAAAALM/TxzojG2n5tA/s72-c/the+brooklyn+follies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-6213492133513829653</id><published>2009-01-28T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:24:07.463-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='para o que me havia de dar'/><title type='text'>Somebody call 911 pleaseeeeeeeeeeee</title><content type='html'>Hoje fui a minha 1ª aula de Body Combat. Não tenho palavras para descrever o estado em que sai de lá, pensei mesmo que ia desfalecer. Eu já estava a espera que fosse puxado, mas não estava a espera que fosse tão "violento" em termos de esforço físico e tão acelerado.A musica sempre a abrir fez me lembrar a musica que passam nas Raves, em que só mesmo os pastilhados é que aguentam o ritmo. Suei como não me lembro de ter suado e acho que pela 1ª vez na vida fiquei vermelha. Sai de lá de tal desgrenhada e com um ar completamente esbafurida de tal ordem que quem passasse por mim perguntava sempre " está bem?" ( então não haveria de estar? apesar de sair de lá á morte, não há nada como a adrenalina, sempre a bombar.)&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã RMP ahahahhah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-6213492133513829653?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6213492133513829653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=6213492133513829653' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/6213492133513829653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/6213492133513829653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/somebody-call-911-pleaseeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='Somebody call 911 pleaseeeeeeeeeeee'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-4918367786408328275</id><published>2009-01-27T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T14:30:40.917-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabedoria feminina'/><title type='text'>E vocês sabiam????</title><content type='html'>Na semana passada, num jantar entre amigas todas nos intas, em que as tradicionais conversas que tinhamos quando estavamos nos intes( que grande ressaca,apanhei ontem uma puta de uma bebedeira, curti com a brasa do .....etc)são substituidas por assuntos de beleza  e saude.( modelitos, rabos rijos, mamas firmes, celulite, mais modelitos). No fim do jantar estavamos as quatro na marquise da C.( porque ela embirrou que não se fuma em casa só na marquise e com a porta fechada) a mostrarmos as barrigas, mamas, e rabos. Umas queixavam se de ter o peito descaido, outras de ter barriga, umas diziam que iam fazer ginastica outras plásticas. Outras nem precisavam de fazer nada, esta magrerrimas e fantasticas. A C. só dizia " meninas  controlem se, olhem a figura, o que é que os vizinhos vão pensar( esquecendo se ela que minutos atrás estava de calças pelo joelho a mostrar o rabo, queria saber se estava firme hahaha)". A P. já não dizia nada com nada porque essa estagnou nos intes, nao havia copo que escapasse, até da garrafa bebeu. A S. sempre em cima do acontecimento, sabe sempre qual os melhores cremes do mercado para corpo e cara,  sabe sempre onde comprar a roupa mais gira,gosta de se cuidar bem e isso nota se. No meio de tanta "queixa", partilha de historias de viagens,( tanto as para outros países como as incursões que uma gaja faz pelas lojas quando se apaixona por um casaco e não encontra o tamanho que quer), as prioridades , os sonhos, de tantas gargalhadas, porque somos todas bem dispostas e não temos Drama, Eis que a S. com a sua sabedoria nos diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meninas a partir dos 35 não podem ter sexo em cima do companheiro porque a pele da cara tende a descair. Eu agora é só deitadinha com a cara bem esticada para trás"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bem, não sei se é a da posição, mas que ela têm a pele esticadinha lá isso têm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-4918367786408328275?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4918367786408328275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=4918367786408328275' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/4918367786408328275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/4918367786408328275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/e-voces-sabiam.html' title='E vocês sabiam????'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-1028247169245142834</id><published>2009-01-25T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:23:55.623-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Domingando'/><title type='text'>E assim passa o domingo a correr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Acordar de manhã, dar o pequeno almoço as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;filhotas&lt;/span&gt;, enfiar me na cama outra vez porque esta frio e o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;edredon&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tãoooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; quentinho, depois levantar me da cama outra vez, tomar um banho e dedicar me as lides da casa enquanto a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;família&lt;/span&gt; vai almoçar fora, entre tarefas faço uma pausa e vou até ao cinema &lt;a href="http://vickycristina-movie.com/"&gt;http://vickycristina-movie.com/&lt;/a&gt; volto para casa, continuo as minhas tarefas, faço o jantar e vou cedo para a cama &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;desfrutar&lt;/span&gt; a minha última aquisição&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SXzKI9rp8EI/AAAAAAAAAK8/hIpdfSy0e4A/s1600-h/truman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 132px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295329517226291266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SXzKI9rp8EI/AAAAAAAAAK8/hIpdfSy0e4A/s200/truman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-1028247169245142834?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/1028247169245142834/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=1028247169245142834' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/1028247169245142834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/1028247169245142834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/e-assim-passa-o-domingo-correr.html' title='E assim passa o domingo a correr'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SXzKI9rp8EI/AAAAAAAAAK8/hIpdfSy0e4A/s72-c/truman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-444857213513297267</id><published>2009-01-18T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T07:22:09.396-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='É preciso muita paciência'/><title type='text'>A razão do meu silêncio</title><content type='html'>Não tenho escrito nada porque o meu computador decidiu boicotar-me  e deixou de funcionar. Traidor, supostamente deveria estar comigo para o quer der e vier, porque afinal esta estúpida maquina sabe mais de mim do que muita gente que me rodeia, é nela que confio os meus documentos, as  fotos das minhas filhas, as minhas musicas, os meus textos. Só não levou ainda um pontapé porque ando muito ocupada e quando chego a casa veio tão estourada que so quero é jantar e dormir. Mas espero que em breve o amuo lhe passe e eu possa estar de novo em contacto com o mundo virtual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Não, o aparelho não furou a greve, eu é que estou a aproveitar o facto de ser fds e o maridinho não precisar do computador de trabalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-444857213513297267?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/444857213513297267/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=444857213513297267' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/444857213513297267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/444857213513297267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/razo-do-meu-silncio.html' title='A razão do meu silêncio'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-182115363709829644</id><published>2009-01-10T04:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T04:54:51.080-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dilemas'/><title type='text'>Não sei se</title><content type='html'>Vá ao ginásio, ao ikea, arrume a casa, va passear com uma amiga e falar de coisas trivais, se fique a preguiçar ou se faça isto tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Uffa vida de gaja é complicada, sempre tanta coisa para decidir. Acrescente-se ainda a estas decisões dificeis, "O que fazer para jantar?" e " levo as botas castanhas ou as pretas ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Não há-de uma gaja andar derreada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-182115363709829644?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/182115363709829644/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=182115363709829644' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/182115363709829644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/182115363709829644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-sei-se.html' title='Não sei se'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-4859113670994815803</id><published>2009-01-09T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T03:39:07.246-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parabéns'/><title type='text'>Para a preta carocha</title><content type='html'>um beijo do tamanho do mundo para a minha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ping&lt;/span&gt; que faz hoje...... anos.&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de a mesma estar deprimida porque está a 1 ano de fazer ... anos,&lt;br /&gt; A minha querida &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ping&lt;/span&gt; entrou há pouco anos na minha vida, mas é como se já fizesse parte dela desde sempre, depressa tornou-se minha amiga, minha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cúmplice&lt;/span&gt; nos problemas, nos sonhos, no gosto pela leitura, pelo cinema, pelos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;modelitos&lt;/span&gt;( faz me gastar dinheiro no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt; e depois têm a lata de dizer que é ao contrário). É uma mulher de armas, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sensível&lt;/span&gt;, honesta e amiga.&lt;br /&gt; Felizmente tenho tenho o privilégio de a ver crescer e desabrochar com muito orgulho e é por isso que ao contrário dela eu estou feliz por este aniversário, porque além de ser &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mais&lt;/span&gt; um ano que vou poder estar com ela, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt; sei que este ano ela ainda vai desabrochar mais, porque a minha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ping&lt;/span&gt; é uma mulher corajosa que não têm medo do desconhecido&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SWc1Qd-0gII/AAAAAAAAAK0/gZ4ItRM51FQ/s1600-h/preta+carocha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289254844412231810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SWc1Qd-0gII/AAAAAAAAAK0/gZ4ItRM51FQ/s320/preta+carocha.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/4460506009448478048-4859113670994815803?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4859113670994815803/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=4859113670994815803' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/4859113670994815803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/4859113670994815803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/para-preta-carocha.html' title='Para a preta carocha'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SWc1Qd-0gII/AAAAAAAAAK0/gZ4ItRM51FQ/s72-c/preta+carocha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-7993898450169831687</id><published>2009-01-08T11:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:03:50.033-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabedoria'/><title type='text'>Pensamento do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SWZOBgaYhSI/AAAAAAAAAKs/5L3gHFA_A0g/s1600-h/mulher%2520caminhar-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289000600180655394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SWZOBgaYhSI/AAAAAAAAAKs/5L3gHFA_A0g/s320/mulher%2520caminhar-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nunca se vai tão longe como quando não se sabe para onde se vai. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Cromwell)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-7993898450169831687?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/7993898450169831687/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=7993898450169831687' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/7993898450169831687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/7993898450169831687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/pensamento-do-dia.html' title='Pensamento do dia'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SWZOBgaYhSI/AAAAAAAAAKs/5L3gHFA_A0g/s72-c/mulher%2520caminhar-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-2557218924686650754</id><published>2009-01-08T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T07:06:53.566-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas minhas'/><title type='text'>Sonhar</title><content type='html'>Adoro sonhar acordada. Adoro aquela altura em que sou dona do meu destino, em que tudo acontece como eu quero, e nada nem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ninguém&lt;/span&gt; interfere. A melhor parte do dia são aqueles minutos (horas ás vezes)  antes de adormecer em que dou a volta ao mundo, em que vivo numa casa com jardim rodeada de filhos e juntos plantamos uma horta, em que sou a minha patroa, em que várias vezes parto em missões humanitárias. E depois adormeço feliz porque a vida me corre bem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-2557218924686650754?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/2557218924686650754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=2557218924686650754' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/2557218924686650754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/2557218924686650754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/sonhar.html' title='Sonhar'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-8020769398647327947</id><published>2009-01-06T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T12:32:10.584-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='há coisas estranhas'/><title type='text'>Comportamento humano</title><content type='html'>Gostava de saber qual seria a opinião de Freud, sobre o histerismo e a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;selvajaria&lt;/span&gt; que se apoderam de algumas pessoas quando começam os saldos. Tudo bem que as roupas estão mais baratas e malta não anda com muito na carteira, mas sinceramente chegar a um ponto em que correm doidas, dando cabo de qualquer pessoa que se ponha a frente, quando abrem as portas do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Harrods&lt;/span&gt;, em que arrancam literalmente roupas das mãos umas das outras( como aconteceu a uma colega minha na Mango em que mal teve tempo para ver a peça que tinha na mão), quando as pessoas regridem aos tempos pré &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;históricos&lt;/span&gt; e tiram as roupas dos cabides e quando não lhe agrada mandam para o chão mostrando uma enorme falta de respeito porque quem trabalha nas lojas e por quem vêm a seguir comprar roupa e depara-se com ela toda no chão suja e rasgada.&lt;br /&gt;Sinceramente gostava de saber qual o realmente desencadeia esta euforia ( ou é simplesmente uma daquelas situiações em que deixamos trranparecer quem realmente somos ou seja estala o verniz todo?????)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-8020769398647327947?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8020769398647327947/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=8020769398647327947' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/8020769398647327947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/8020769398647327947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/comportamento-humano.html' title='Comportamento humano'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-6195480068660495160</id><published>2009-01-04T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T15:47:48.088-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poupem me'/><title type='text'>Há pessoas que não se enxergam</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bush-pai quer ver o segundo filho na Casa Branca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ex-presidente George Bush disse neste domingo que gostaria de ver o seu segundo filho, Jeb, como presidente dos Estados Unidos um dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Bush give us a break pleaseeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-6195480068660495160?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6195480068660495160/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=6195480068660495160' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/6195480068660495160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/6195480068660495160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/h-pessoas-que-no-se-enxergam.html' title='Há pessoas que não se enxergam'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-5934979191619027475</id><published>2009-01-02T13:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T13:09:48.243-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>Hoje é dia de Drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SV6B3AqqzWI/AAAAAAAAAKE/HBRxF_Xd7wM/s1600-h/my+blueberry+nigths.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286805794651295074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SV6B3AqqzWI/AAAAAAAAAKE/HBRxF_Xd7wM/s320/my+blueberry+nigths.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SV6BrXcpfzI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/a8RZMc6bABY/s1600-h/o+lado+selvagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286805594608074546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SV6BrXcpfzI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/a8RZMc6bABY/s320/o+lado+selvagem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-5934979191619027475?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/5934979191619027475/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=5934979191619027475' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/5934979191619027475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/5934979191619027475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/hoje-dia-de-drama.html' title='Hoje é dia de Drama'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SV6B3AqqzWI/AAAAAAAAAKE/HBRxF_Xd7wM/s72-c/my+blueberry+nigths.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-2836587285747137800</id><published>2008-12-31T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T07:13:04.981-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas boas'/><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SVzdeTQlysI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/bgYRO6b1aEg/s1600-h/newyear09.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286343575261792962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SVzdeTQlysI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/bgYRO6b1aEg/s320/newyear09.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sei que vai ser um ano de grandes reviravoltas na vida de muita gente,uns porque anseiam uma mudança radical, outros porque assim têm de ser.Mas desejo para todos, mesmo com as decisões &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;difíceis&lt;/span&gt; que tenham de tomar, um ano tranquilo cheio de paz&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/4460506009448478048-2836587285747137800?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/2836587285747137800/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=2836587285747137800' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/2836587285747137800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/2836587285747137800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SVzdeTQlysI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/bgYRO6b1aEg/s72-c/newyear09.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-6898321510177775857</id><published>2008-12-30T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T14:40:05.748-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amigas'/><title type='text'>Conheço alguém que</title><content type='html'>vai passar a Passagem de ano assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0D0zfB1l1x0&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/0D0zfB1l1x0&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, não sou eu !!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-6898321510177775857?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6898321510177775857/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=6898321510177775857' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/6898321510177775857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/6898321510177775857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/12/conheo-algum-que.html' title='Conheço alguém que'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-57125855959883337</id><published>2008-12-29T17:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:12:56.002-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='um dia eu vou'/><title type='text'>Colours of India</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SVl1g7wLKAI/AAAAAAAAAJs/4GSQhRNl1sU/s1600-h/indian3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285384846352001026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SVl1g7wLKAI/AAAAAAAAAJs/4GSQhRNl1sU/s320/indian3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SVl1Th1-3FI/AAAAAAAAAJk/kaJ7QKjSc6c/s1600-h/indian2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285384616058739794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SVl1Th1-3FI/AAAAAAAAAJk/kaJ7QKjSc6c/s320/indian2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SVl1JFw6JiI/AAAAAAAAAJc/_TOSo7-EvuY/s1600-h/indian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285384436722574882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SVl1JFw6JiI/AAAAAAAAAJc/_TOSo7-EvuY/s320/indian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SVl0-kZWv8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/t5LIDzl8ZJ8/s1600-h/color+od+indian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285384255966724034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SVl0-kZWv8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/t5LIDzl8ZJ8/s320/color+od+indian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-57125855959883337?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/57125855959883337/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=57125855959883337' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/57125855959883337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/57125855959883337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/12/colours-of-india.html' title='Colours of India'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SVl1g7wLKAI/AAAAAAAAAJs/4GSQhRNl1sU/s72-c/indian3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-5615552529336740580</id><published>2008-12-28T15:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:53:18.963-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Domingando'/><title type='text'>Meu pé de Laranja lima ( parte II )</title><content type='html'>Adorei!!!! Ri, chorei ( sob o ar espantado da minha filha),apreciei, viajei no tempo.&lt;br /&gt;0 elenco é  fabuloso, especialmente o "zeze"  com uns trajeitos de moleque perfeitos, as musicas são emotivas e o cenário esta bem conseguido. Aconselho-vos a verem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-5615552529336740580?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/5615552529336740580/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=5615552529336740580' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/5615552529336740580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/5615552529336740580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/12/meu-p-de-laranja-lima-parte-ii.html' title='Meu pé de Laranja lima ( parte II )'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-2029076388155478202</id><published>2008-12-28T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T05:46:08.717-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Domingando'/><title type='text'>Domingo á tarde</title><content type='html'>Hoje á tarde vou ao Politeama com a M. Grande ver a peça "Meu pé&lt;br /&gt;é de laranja lima". Como já vos tinha dito num post anterior, este foi um dos livros mais marcantes da minha infância juntamente com  "O triunfo dos porcos "  de George Orwell.&lt;br /&gt;Não vou com expectativas  elevadas porque nada supera um livro e a liberdade que este confere á nossa imaginação, mas sei que vou gostar (Chorar) e vai ser bom para a M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps-se eu á noite ainda não tiver postado nada é porque estou mergulhada numa tristeza enorme( e solidária )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-2029076388155478202?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/2029076388155478202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=2029076388155478202' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/2029076388155478202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/2029076388155478202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/12/domingo-tarde.html' title='Domingo á tarde'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-7800856739219765515</id><published>2008-12-22T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:22:48.719-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vá comprem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='não se acanhem'/><title type='text'>Finalmente conseguir acabar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SU_2_DCMbaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/k_eLpBgfLkk/s1600-h/pulseiras+as+bolinhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282712450935582114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SU_2_DCMbaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/k_eLpBgfLkk/s320/pulseiras+as+bolinhas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SU_234ldvJI/AAAAAAAAAJE/rZhxWvwB78g/s1600-h/pulseiras+acetinadas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282712327871642770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SU_234ldvJI/AAAAAAAAAJE/rZhxWvwB78g/s320/pulseiras+acetinadas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SU_2uXWV0PI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xazWrtLN27o/s1600-h/pulseiras+forrdas+a+tecido.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282712164331016434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SU_2uXWV0PI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xazWrtLN27o/s320/pulseiras+forrdas+a+tecido.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4460506009448478048-7800856739219765515?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/7800856739219765515/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=7800856739219765515' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/7800856739219765515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/7800856739219765515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/12/finalmente-conseguir-acabar.html' title='Finalmente conseguir acabar'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SU_2_DCMbaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/k_eLpBgfLkk/s72-c/pulseiras+as+bolinhas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-660882867941751459</id><published>2008-12-20T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T05:14:40.852-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parabéns'/><title type='text'>Parabéns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SUzvbmSjymI/AAAAAAAAAI0/htXpN0Yyl-o/s1600-h/bolo+kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281859720412645986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SUzvbmSjymI/AAAAAAAAAI0/htXpN0Yyl-o/s320/bolo+kitty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Á minha sobrinha "emprestada"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Carminho  faz hoje dois anos, beijos grandes para ela e para os pais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-660882867941751459?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/660882867941751459/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=660882867941751459' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/660882867941751459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/660882867941751459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/12/parabns.html' title='Parabéns'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SUzvbmSjymI/AAAAAAAAAI0/htXpN0Yyl-o/s72-c/bolo+kitty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-3595504771516089865</id><published>2008-12-18T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T14:50:58.019-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas que mexem comigo'/><title type='text'>Para a semana vou ver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SUrSof2_xII/AAAAAAAAAIs/lbgF77bjCRA/s1600-h/meu+p%C3%A9+de+laranja+lima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281265106234098818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SUrSof2_xII/AAAAAAAAAIs/lbgF77bjCRA/s320/meu+p%C3%A9+de+laranja+lima.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;partir da célebre narrativa de José Mauro de Vasconcelos "Meu Pé de Laranja Lima", o Teatro Politeama vai apresentar um espectáculo dedicado ao seu público infanto-juvenil que há vários anos assiste a espectáculos de alta qualidade artística dedicado às crianças, que são vistos por milhares de alunos dos estabelecimentos de ensino de todo o nosso país.&lt;br /&gt;"Meu Pé de Laranja Lima" é uma das mais belas narrativas escritas em Língua Portuguesa, eterna e universal. É uma viagem ao mundo da infância e da ternura que comove pela sua simplicidade e ironia. "Meu Pé Laranja Lima" é uma referência da literatura luso-brasileira, uma história inesquecível e bela que nos prende com a atenção duma criança, com as asas da imaginação e a doçura da ingenuidade. O segredo de "Meu Pé de Laranja Lima" é a simplicidade. É nela que o jovem espectador irá viajar. Foi com emoção e ternura que José Mauro Vasconcelos criou o seu "Pé de Laranja Lima", com um coração grande e rico, para quem "a vida sem ternura não vale nada". Será com a alma limpa e clara, como os olhos puros da infância, que iremos conhecer um menino de seis anos, pobre, sensível e carente chamado Zézé que encontra no seu Pé de Laranja Lima, perdido na vegetação do quintal da sua casa, o afecto que a humanidade lhe tinha negado.&lt;br /&gt;Neste espectáculo os jovens espectadores irão apaixonar-se por esse menino, tenta-lo conhecer melhor, tal e qual como ele irá descobrir o mistério da vida, aprendendo coisas novas, novas palavras, novas sensações em deslumbrantes experiências.&lt;br /&gt;"Meu Pé Laranja Lima" é um espectáculo feito com o coração repleto de inocência e ternura, e uma lição inesquecível para todas as crianças e adultos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Para mim um dos livros mais bonitos que li e que sempre que o leio choro baba e ranho&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/4460506009448478048-3595504771516089865?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3595504771516089865/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=3595504771516089865' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/3595504771516089865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/3595504771516089865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/12/para-semana-vou-ver.html' title='Para a semana vou ver'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SUrSof2_xII/AAAAAAAAAIs/lbgF77bjCRA/s72-c/meu+p%C3%A9+de+laranja+lima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-624953906379902003</id><published>2008-12-16T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:25:54.702-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confesso que'/><title type='text'>Estou de rastos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SUf_tER0sBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/55ztmhtQ7iY/s1600-h/estou+de+rastos%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280470237822890002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SUf_tER0sBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/55ztmhtQ7iY/s320/estou+de+rastos%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ontem , estive até ao meia noite a fazer malas, foi mesmo ate doer os dedos e as costas. Dormi pouco porque a M. pequenina acordou várias vezes durante a noite, quando finalmente adormeceu tocou o despertador. Fui para o cursos meio ensonada e quase que apagava nas aulas. Ao meio dia vim para casa acabar umas malas, fui  leva-las a uma loja onde vão estar á venda, a seguir fui a correr buscar a M. grande, arrumei a casa, fui as compras e voltei as malas e pulseiras. Estou derreada!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Doiem&lt;/span&gt; me os meus dedos e costas, preciso urgentemente de umas massagens&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/4460506009448478048-624953906379902003?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/624953906379902003/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=624953906379902003' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/624953906379902003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/624953906379902003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/12/estou-de-rastos.html' title='Estou de rastos'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SUf_tER0sBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/55ztmhtQ7iY/s72-c/estou+de+rastos%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-7819424192692532432</id><published>2008-12-14T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:48:39.836-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remember good times'/><title type='text'>A minha nova aquisição</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SUVFDvCLK5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/RPKDfqrPup8/s1600-h/kubo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279702068629285778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SUVFDvCLK5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/RPKDfqrPup8/s320/kubo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Comprei um cubo Kubrik. Andava mortinha para ter de novo um, mas cada vez que via o preço( por volta de 16€), perdia há vontade. Hoje fui com a M. ao chinês porque anda há imenso tempo a pedir me umas luvas e nunca encontramos nenhumas que lhe sirva. Andavamos a ver as luvas quando as duas ao mesmo tempo reparamos no cubo e dissemos " bora comprar um" hahaha. E lá viemos para casa excitadissimas. Ainda tenho bem presente na memória , o quanto viciada fui, eu tinha o cubo quadrado, o cubo hexágono, etc e passava horas a puxar pela cabeça. Soube me bem voltar atrás do tempo e poder partilhar um pouco da minha infância com a minha filha( que está viciada, não larga o cubo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou doida para acabar de fazer os meus afazeres e ir brincar com o cubo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-7819424192692532432?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/7819424192692532432/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=7819424192692532432' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/7819424192692532432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/7819424192692532432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/12/minha-nova-aquisio.html' title='A minha nova aquisição'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SUVFDvCLK5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/RPKDfqrPup8/s72-c/kubo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-3610729834081972590</id><published>2008-12-13T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:37:56.783-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natal'/><title type='text'>E já só falta um</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SUPH9nrsktI/AAAAAAAAAIU/h1ykWnf35Hw/s1600-h/presentes+de+natal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279283049646559954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SUPH9nrsktI/AAAAAAAAAIU/h1ykWnf35Hw/s320/presentes+de+natal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente acabei hoje de manhã de comprar os últimos presentes que faltavam para a familia.  Só falta agora saber o resultado do sorteio do amigo secreto, e fico despachada. Vamos lá a ver que é que me calha, espero que seja alguém facil pu seja gajaaaaaaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-3610729834081972590?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3610729834081972590/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=3610729834081972590' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/3610729834081972590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/3610729834081972590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/12/e-j-s-falta-um.html' title='E já só falta um'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SUPH9nrsktI/AAAAAAAAAIU/h1ykWnf35Hw/s72-c/presentes+de+natal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-2774909223072420750</id><published>2008-12-11T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:55:29.348-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modernices'/><title type='text'>A tradição já não é o que era</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SUFT052hVOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wQlJb-GNezs/s1600-h/arvore+de+natal+autocolante.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278592406602732770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SUFT052hVOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wQlJb-GNezs/s320/arvore+de+natal+autocolante.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas tree 2 graphic wall vinyl decal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description&lt;br /&gt;This package includes: One Christmas tree self-adhesive vinyl decal.15 separately applied Christmas ball vinyl decals.Size is approx. 22" x 28" for the tree, and 1.7" for the xmas balls.The vinyl is long lasting and can be applied on any smooth surface such as walls, ceilings, fridges, windows, large furniture, etc. The vinyls are easily removable.Warning: if you had the vinyl on the wall for a while, we recommend being careful removing it. You can warm up the vinyl with a hairdryer in order to soften the glue. As you may imagine, once you remove the vinyl from the wall, you will not be able to reposition or reuse it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-2774909223072420750?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/2774909223072420750/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=2774909223072420750' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/2774909223072420750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/2774909223072420750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/12/tradio-j-no-o-que-era.html' title='A tradição já não é o que era'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SUFT052hVOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wQlJb-GNezs/s72-c/arvore+de+natal+autocolante.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-5999863919128180554</id><published>2008-12-11T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:51:58.493-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ping and pong ou pong e ping'/><title type='text'>Lembras-te Ping????</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2iDNMUtw_CQ&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/2iDNMUtw_CQ&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;Para o ano, estamos lá de certeza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-5999863919128180554?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/5999863919128180554/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=5999863919128180554' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/5999863919128180554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/5999863919128180554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/12/lembraste-ping.html' title='Lembras-te Ping????'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-4859721422107652065</id><published>2008-12-11T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:26:08.075-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As Mzitas'/><title type='text'>Este Natal para a M. pequenina</title><content type='html'>A M. pequenina adora fios, botões e fichas, passa a vida a arrancar fios do computador a enfiar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lápis&lt;/span&gt; no botão &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;resert&lt;/span&gt; do  computador, a ligar a desligar botões sempre com um ar muito concentrado de quem sabe o que esta a fazer. Acho que em vez das tradicionais bonecas, esta Natal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ofereço&lt;/span&gt;-lhe um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kit&lt;/span&gt; do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bob&lt;/span&gt; o construtor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-4859721422107652065?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4859721422107652065/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=4859721422107652065' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/4859721422107652065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/4859721422107652065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/12/este-natal-para-m-pequenina.html' title='Este Natal para a M. pequenina'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-8277640507823816555</id><published>2008-12-11T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:46:31.772-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pablo Neruda'/><title type='text'>Sê</title><content type='html'>Se não puderes ser um pinheiro, no topo de uma colina, Sê um arbusto no vale mas sê O melhor arbusto à margem do regato. Sê um ramo, se não puderes ser uma árvore.Se não puderes ser um ramo, sê um pouco de relva e dá alegria a algum caminho.Se não puderes ser uma estrada,Sê apenas uma senda,Se não puderes ser o Sol, sê uma estrela.Não é pelo tamanho que terás êxito ou fracasso...Mas sê o melhor no que quer que sejas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-8277640507823816555?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8277640507823816555/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=8277640507823816555' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/8277640507823816555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/8277640507823816555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/12/s.html' title='Sê'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-4996435726574461924</id><published>2008-12-10T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:51:58.126-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandes bandas= muito bons tempos'/><title type='text'>É por causa destas e doutras</title><content type='html'>Que eu sou umaaaaaaaaaaa grande fã dos anos 80/90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2NR3n7SglLo&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/2NR3n7SglLo&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="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Para mim umas das melhores bandas desta Década &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-4996435726574461924?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4996435726574461924/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=4996435726574461924' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/4996435726574461924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/4996435726574461924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/12/por-causa-destas-e-doutras.html' title='É por causa destas e doutras'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-3010368744129078521</id><published>2008-12-09T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:56:50.867-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas que não gosto'/><title type='text'>E já só faltam quatro....</title><content type='html'>Esta semana &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;começei&lt;/span&gt; o meu( e de muita mais gente) calvário: comprar prendas de natal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decidi que compravas-as todas de uma vez, porque como devem já saber, os centros comerciais nesta altura do ano estão á pinha e só voltam á normalidade lá para Fevereiro( sim porque Janeiro é mês de saldos ). &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Consegui&lt;/span&gt; comprar quase tudo, só me faltam 4 presentes. Confesso que não gosto do Natal. Não sou crente, logo não festejo o nascimento de Cristo, a minha &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;família&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reúne&lt;/span&gt;-se bastantes vezes, não precisa do Natal para isso. Só as crianças e que vibram com isso e tudo por causa do consumismo, o natal significa &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;moooontes&lt;/span&gt; de prendas para eles. Longe vai o tempo que em &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;construíamos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;presépios&lt;/span&gt;( nessa altura era crente e frequentava a catequese), em que &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;acreditamos&lt;/span&gt; no pai Natal. Agora os &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;miúdos&lt;/span&gt; escrevem uma extensa lista e ficam á espera que a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;família&lt;/span&gt; os compre. Irrita me o Natal, porque é uma ocasião em que, quem não têm ninguém se sente ainda mais só, quem &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; pode comprar presentes para os filhos se sente ainda mais pobre e infeliz, porque quem não pode receber, não compreende o que fez de mal para não receber nada , porque enquanto uns passam fome, outros comem em exagero. Não gosto de comprar presentes neste época, porque temos que..., gosto muito mais de comprar qualquer coisa numa altura qualquer só porque acho que certa pessoa ia gostar daquilo. Aqui em casa cada um só leva uma prenda, porque além de termos o habito de oferecer fora de épocas festivas, não quero que as crianças crescem habituadas a um consumismo frenético. Também dou todos so anos, brinquedos em bom estado que vao sendo subsituidos por os novos que recebem e para o ano se tiver condiçoes finaceiras vou dar prendas as crianças necessitadas, essa sim dão mais valor porque é so aquele que têm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-3010368744129078521?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3010368744129078521/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=3010368744129078521' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/3010368744129078521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/3010368744129078521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/12/e-j-s-faltam-quatro.html' title='E já só faltam quatro....'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-248142821036177432</id><published>2008-12-07T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T07:54:38.788-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eu e a minha avó'/><title type='text'>Hoje é dia de cozinha</title><content type='html'>Hoje a minha Avó Felicidade vem cá passar tarde. Ela vive em Moçambique há cerca de 4 anos. Passados quase trinta anos ,desde que foi obrigada a largar tudo o que tinha e a fugir para Portugal, decidiu que queria passar os últimos anos de vida na sua querida África.Voltou agora porque infelizmente caiu e tive de vir para cá para ser operada.Mas já está a recuperar bem e feliz por ver os netos.Desde do 1º dia que chegou, que não fala noutra coisa, senão em juntarmos-nos e ela ensinar me as suas receitas,receitas essas que durante decaídas juntou netos, bisnetos á volta da mesa da cozinha e todos puseram as mãos na massa, independentemente da idade ou sexo. Claro que estou a falar de bolos e biscoitos que isso é que interessa. O bolo queque, o pão de sura, os mikates, amendoins torrados com açucar, biscoitos de coco, biscoitos com passas, são algumas das delicias que nos fez tantas vezes crescer água na boca.Entretanto a minha avó chegou e já me esta a chatear para ir acender o forno e para irmos torrar os amendoins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate já&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-248142821036177432?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/248142821036177432/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=248142821036177432' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/248142821036177432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/248142821036177432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/12/hoje-dia-de-cozinha.html' title='Hoje é dia de cozinha'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-7267880598319355799</id><published>2008-12-04T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T12:49:53.906-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas que me dão prazer'/><title type='text'>i´m so excited, i just cant hide it</title><content type='html'>Finalmente consegui encontrar (depois de uma busca exaustiva) os materiais que tanto procurei .&lt;br /&gt;A casa virou atelier de costura, as malas, brincos, colares, pulseiras finalmente começam a ganhar forma.&lt;br /&gt;Estou super entusiasmada com as coisas que ando a fazer, mas mais ainda com os projectos para 2009, mas em relação isso falo mais tarde.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso leitores( ou seja cunhadas que são as únicas que lêem isto), este mês vou ter pouco tempo para escrever, mas vou tentar deixar aqui qualquer coisa.&lt;br /&gt;Até la deixo-vos esta musica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/5IVAA_CWQd/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/5IVAA_CWQd/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/erya/music/DY7PFpCb/pointer_sister_im_so_excited/"&gt;I´m So Excited - Pointer Sister&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-7267880598319355799?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/7267880598319355799/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=7267880598319355799' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/7267880598319355799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/7267880598319355799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-so-excited-i-just-cant-hided.html' title='i´m so excited, i just cant hide it'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-2470181086952025035</id><published>2008-12-03T14:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:42:06.566-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='So me stressam'/><title type='text'>Estou a precisar de</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/STcLLdYn4GI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Mm3YvcrD89g/s1600-h/yoga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275697779982196834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/STcLLdYn4GI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Mm3YvcrD89g/s320/yoga.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-2470181086952025035?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/2470181086952025035/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=2470181086952025035' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/2470181086952025035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/2470181086952025035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/12/estou-precisar-de.html' title='Estou a precisar de'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/STcLLdYn4GI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Mm3YvcrD89g/s72-c/yoga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-5728141893401631131</id><published>2008-12-02T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T14:15:49.930-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things to do'/><title type='text'>Não acabo este ano sem ir ao 2001</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j0ns8t9iQck&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/j0ns8t9iQck&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-5728141893401631131?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/5728141893401631131/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=5728141893401631131' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/5728141893401631131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/5728141893401631131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-acabo-este-ano-sem-ir-ao-2001.html' title='Não acabo este ano sem ir ao 2001'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-5004032610357490426</id><published>2008-11-30T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T12:52:51.846-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Domingando'/><title type='text'>Domingo perfeito</title><content type='html'>Esta frio lá fora, temperatura ideal para estar espojada no sofa debaixo de uma manta,com o portatil ao colo a navegar no mundo virtual.&lt;br /&gt;Sabe mesmo bem, principalmente depois de um lanche tardio em familia .Daqueles lanches como manda a tradição:com bolinhos, chá, fatias de pao, doces, fimbre, queijo. &lt;br /&gt; Neste momento a M. grande está no quarto a jogar no computador, a M. pequena  está aqui na sala a brincar com a sua mesa de actividades, O pai está esponjado no outro sofá a ver a Bola.&lt;br /&gt;O lombo de porco envolto em queijo, bacon, rosmaninho e massa folhada já se encontra no forno(estou agora a sentir o cheirinho que vem da cozinha), vai ser acompanhado de batatinhas assadas em azeite e temperadas com alecrim.Hoje o jantar vai ser volante, quando der a fome a qualquer um dos membros desta familia e só servirem-se.&lt;br /&gt;Mais logo, antes de deitarmo-nos, vamos jogar ao buzz, vai ser o nosso momento familiar de diversão e descontração, em que adultos e crianças se juntam num prazer comum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje este domingo é perfeito assim mesmo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-5004032610357490426?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/5004032610357490426/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=5004032610357490426' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/5004032610357490426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/5004032610357490426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/domingo-perfeito.html' title='Domingo perfeito'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-3945350414756205699</id><published>2008-11-30T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T11:47:52.386-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Epocas festivas'/><title type='text'>Esta época pré-natalícia poe-me doida</title><content type='html'>Ontem a M. grande pediu me para irmos ao cinema ver o Madagascar 2.Mal cheguei ao oeiras parque e vi a fila de carros que estavam para entrar começei a arrepender-me de ter ido . Mas a M estava tão entusiasmada que decidi continuar.Lá dentro o cenário era caotico, milhares de carros em ambos os pisos, tive 15 m ás voltas para conseguir estacionar, já estava doida. Assim que entrei dentro do shopping,milhareeeeeeeeeeeeeees de pessoas, doidas numa de consumismo frenético ao empurrões, finalmente após um grande esforço de tanto contornar os obstaculos sem ir ao chão, entrei na sala de cinema, que embora estivesse a abarrotar esteve se bem durante o filme.Sobre o filme tenho de dizer que está engraçado( ao contrário do 1º que não achei muita graça), eu e muitos adultos que ali estavam, fartamo-nos de rir.&lt;br /&gt;Sobre este e outros shoppings, tenho para dizer que salvo durante dias de semana, só tenciono entrar neles durante fds,lá para Fevereiro quando acabar a loucura do Natal e dos saldos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-3945350414756205699?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3945350414756205699/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=3945350414756205699' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/3945350414756205699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/3945350414756205699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/esta-poca-pr-natalcia-poe-me-doida.html' title='Esta época pré-natalícia poe-me doida'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-7451869249681723077</id><published>2008-11-29T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T04:35:35.737-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a não perder'/><title type='text'>Stock Market</title><content type='html'>FUNDIÇÃO DE OEIRAS28 Nov. (Preview) - das 17h às 22h29, 30 Nov. e 1 Dez. - das 10h às 20h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://www.stockmarketshow.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meninas aproveitam, os descontos vão até 80%. e todas as grandes marcas estão lá representadas a preços bastantes acessíveis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-7451869249681723077?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/7451869249681723077/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=7451869249681723077' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/7451869249681723077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/7451869249681723077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/stock-market.html' title='Stock Market'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-7593847028120212170</id><published>2008-11-27T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T13:20:11.539-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tadinha de mim'/><title type='text'>É oficial</title><content type='html'>O &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vírus&lt;/span&gt; maldito que andou a atacar a minha &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;família&lt;/span&gt;, atacou-me.Tenho dores de Barriga, como só me lembro de ter tido quando tive as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;contracções&lt;/span&gt;, no parto da Margarida, tenho febre, tonturas e frio, muito frio.Tenho dores no corpo todo.Odeio estar doente, principalmente quando envolve dor, e para cumulo , como já faltei ao curso quando a Margarida esteve doente, não posso faltar mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;E eu como tantas malas para fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-7593847028120212170?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/7593847028120212170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=7593847028120212170' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/7593847028120212170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/7593847028120212170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/oficial.html' title='É oficial'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-1584372650820098618</id><published>2008-11-26T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T15:15:13.217-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corte e costura'/><title type='text'>Eu e as agulhas</title><content type='html'>Ontem de manha fui quando cheguei ao curso, descobri que não havia aulas(para quê alguém nos avisar). Uma vez que ali estava decidi desafiar a minha colega Joana a irmos ate a baixa passear e ver material para os nossos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;modelitos&lt;/span&gt;. Pedimos boleia ao um colega boleia até a estação de comboios e lá fomos nós.Quando chegamos á estação do Cais do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sodré&lt;/span&gt;, decidimos ir a pé  em vez de apanharmos o metro.Percorremos a baixa inteira, as ruelas todas, até ao Martim Moniz fomos.Vimos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;modelitos&lt;/span&gt; fantásticos(não, não comprei nenhum)e principalmente vimos tecidos e materiais para as nossas malas e roupas.Entrámos numa loja antiquíssima que vende lãs e outros materiais, um género de retrosaria, e saímos de lá contentíssimas, cheias de lãs e agulhas, cheias de vontade de fazer &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cachecóis&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;casacos&lt;/span&gt;.Sim , porque como &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;já&lt;/span&gt; devem ter sentido, o frio chegou e&lt;br /&gt;a malta preciso de agasalhos e não esta para dar 90 euros por um casaco por isso têm de ser fazer á vida.Vamos la ver como corre, porque quem me conhece sabe que paciência não é  característica minha e confesso que o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tricô&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pôe&lt;/span&gt;-me doida, porque as malhas estão sempre a cair,mas como sabem também a teimosia é uma característica minha e vou fazer uma casacão cinzento lindo de morrer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-1584372650820098618?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/1584372650820098618/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=1584372650820098618' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/1584372650820098618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/1584372650820098618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/eu-e-as-agulhas.html' title='Eu e as agulhas'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-8265923950782652337</id><published>2008-11-24T09:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T10:11:07.002-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porque nao gosto e pronto'/><title type='text'>Gosto do Outono, gosto do Inverno, não gosto do frio e da chuva</title><content type='html'>GOSTO das cores do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Outono&lt;/span&gt;, gosto dos cheiro do Inverno, principalmente quando chove, gosto das noites, principalmente em Lisboa,durante o Inverno, as luzes parecem diferentes, os candeeiros parecem mais iluminados. Gosto do recolhimento a que somos "obrigados" durante esta época, o estar em casa, deitada no sofá com uma manta, beber um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chá&lt;/span&gt;, ler um livro sob o calor  que a lareira acesa emana, enquanto la fora chove e esta um vento desgraçado.&lt;br /&gt;ODEIO o frio, porque me faz gelar os ossos, porque me obriga a vestir camadas de roupa(que diga-se de passagem é bastante mais cara do que de verão) que além de pesarem mais que eu, limitam-me os movimentos.&lt;br /&gt;ODEIO a chuva, porque me molha a roupa, o cabelo acabado de esticar, porque me suja a roupa quando misturada com terra(lama. odeio-a), porque quando misturada com vento, obriga-me a uma luta frenética com a porra do chapéu-de-chuva que teima em virar-se ao contrário, enquanto praguejo e apanho uma molha descomunal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A única altura em que não odeio a chuva é quando estou abrigada num lugar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;quentinha&lt;/span&gt;. aí, confesso que me da prazer ouvi-la cair, mas só assim.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-8265923950782652337?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8265923950782652337/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=8265923950782652337' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/8265923950782652337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/8265923950782652337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/gosto-do-outono-gosto-do-inverno-no.html' title='Gosto do Outono, gosto do Inverno, não gosto do frio e da chuva'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-7513232190073022586</id><published>2008-11-23T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T07:33:50.432-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cunhaditas'/><title type='text'>Cunhaditas que tal juntarmos e</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSl3yS9PCCI/AAAAAAAAAH0/iFqf2sMSOm8/s1600-h/pipoca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271876544779716642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSl3yS9PCCI/AAAAAAAAAH0/iFqf2sMSOm8/s320/pipoca.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSl3nkPXTlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BAZiv6eQIP0/s1600-h/a_dupla_face_da_lei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 201px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271876360440598098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSl3nkPXTlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BAZiv6eQIP0/s320/a_dupla_face_da_lei.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-7513232190073022586?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/7513232190073022586/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=7513232190073022586' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/7513232190073022586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/7513232190073022586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/cunhaditas-que-tal-juntarmos-e.html' title='Cunhaditas que tal juntarmos e'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSl3yS9PCCI/AAAAAAAAAH0/iFqf2sMSOm8/s72-c/pipoca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-7135661222739336513</id><published>2008-11-22T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T16:07:07.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para quando a cortes vier cá</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSiepfveY-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/g8F4D8v7A50/s1600-h/161_2348-CERVEJAS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSiepfveY-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/g8F4D8v7A50/s320/161_2348-CERVEJAS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271637799569613794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-7135661222739336513?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/7135661222739336513/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=7135661222739336513' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/7135661222739336513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/7135661222739336513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/para-quando-cortes-vier-c.html' title='Para quando a cortes vier cá'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSiepfveY-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/g8F4D8v7A50/s72-c/161_2348-CERVEJAS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-7710685394246492698</id><published>2008-11-22T15:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T15:58:31.518-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porque preciso mesmo'/><title type='text'>Vai ser a loucura</title><content type='html'>No resto do Mês de Novembro e até meados de dezembro vou dar ao litro e vou estar muito ocupada a fazer muitas malas, colares, t-shirts para crianças,entre outras coisas, para vender.&lt;br /&gt;Algumas das coisas vão para lojas, outras conto com os meus amiguinhos para venderem as amigas e colegas de trabalho, ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-7710685394246492698?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/7710685394246492698/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=7710685394246492698' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/7710685394246492698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/7710685394246492698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/vai-ser-loucura.html' title='Vai ser a loucura'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-1585966288250356934</id><published>2008-11-22T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T14:58:22.232-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tadinha de mim'/><title type='text'>Hoje estou assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5HskRsMoH9A&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/5HskRsMoH9A&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-1585966288250356934?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/1585966288250356934/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=1585966288250356934' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/1585966288250356934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/1585966288250356934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/hoje-estou-assim.html' title='Hoje estou assim'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-8360746856270318056</id><published>2008-11-22T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T03:44:36.000-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gosto pouco gosto'/><title type='text'>hoje esta um dia bonito para</title><content type='html'>Ir até a esplanada de S. Pedro apanhar sol, acompanhada de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSfwdiVslRI/AAAAAAAAAHc/8drsFxsW5Jo/s1600-h/sangria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 288px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271446279085135122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSfwdiVslRI/AAAAAAAAAHc/8drsFxsW5Jo/s320/sangria.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSfwEEcW2qI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-JWcfUAhf_w/s1600-h/-pizza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271445841563277986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSfwEEcW2qI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-JWcfUAhf_w/s320/-pizza.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-8360746856270318056?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8360746856270318056/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=8360746856270318056' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/8360746856270318056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/8360746856270318056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/hoje-esta-um-dia-bonito-para.html' title='hoje esta um dia bonito para'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSfwdiVslRI/AAAAAAAAAHc/8drsFxsW5Jo/s72-c/sangria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-7257156825584235440</id><published>2008-11-22T03:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T03:34:40.088-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ping'/><title type='text'>Quando a minha ping vier cá, ofereco-lhe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSfspR62WAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/r_8ZaT5UabA/s1600-h/salada+verde+com+vinagrete+de+melancia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271442082789480450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSfspR62WAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/r_8ZaT5UabA/s320/salada+verde+com+vinagrete+de+melancia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSfspR62WAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/r_8ZaT5UabA/s1600-h/salada+verde+com+vinagrete+de+melancia.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salada verde com vinagrete de melancia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSfspR62WAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/r_8ZaT5UabA/s1600-h/salada+verde+com+vinagrete+de+melancia.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSfsv1xhIuI/AAAAAAAAAHE/YHDk-K-xdgQ/s1600-h/espaguete+ao+molho+de+tomate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 131px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271442195493233378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSfsv1xhIuI/AAAAAAAAAHE/YHDk-K-xdgQ/s320/espaguete+ao+molho+de+tomate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSfs8eV4s_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/xEvtsgApMRQ/s1600-h/pudim+de+manga+celestial.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSfs8eV4s_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/xEvtsgApMRQ/s1600-h/pudim+de+manga+celestial.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esparguete com tomate assado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSfs8eV4s_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/xEvtsgApMRQ/s1600-h/pudim+de+manga+celestial.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSfs8eV4s_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/xEvtsgApMRQ/s1600-h/pudim+de+manga+celestial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271442412541621234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSfs8eV4s_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/xEvtsgApMRQ/s320/pudim+de+manga+celestial.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doce de manga celestial (Vegan )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-7257156825584235440?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/7257156825584235440/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=7257156825584235440' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/7257156825584235440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/7257156825584235440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/quando-minha-ping-vier-c-ofereco-lhe.html' title='Quando a minha ping vier cá, ofereco-lhe'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSfspR62WAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/r_8ZaT5UabA/s72-c/salada+verde+com+vinagrete+de+melancia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-7439151287152811849</id><published>2008-11-21T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:46:36.027-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snif snif'/><title type='text'>Bye bye (custa me muito despedir-me de ti)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SScruAFfK6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/fEk94AUcilQ/s1600-h/bolo_mousse_choc_fatia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271229958157446050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SScruAFfK6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/fEk94AUcilQ/s320/bolo_mousse_choc_fatia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;A última fatia do bolo de aniversário da Margarida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-7439151287152811849?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/7439151287152811849/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=7439151287152811849' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/7439151287152811849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/7439151287152811849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/bye-bye-custa-me-muito-despedir-me-de.html' title='Bye bye (custa me muito despedir-me de ti)'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SScruAFfK6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/fEk94AUcilQ/s72-c/bolo_mousse_choc_fatia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-4956490948903570119</id><published>2008-11-21T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T12:03:47.226-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enjoy the weekend'/><title type='text'>Para vos ajudar a entrar bem no fim de semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7XIjfjj1DfY&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/7XIjfjj1DfY&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-4956490948903570119?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4956490948903570119/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=4956490948903570119' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/4956490948903570119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/4956490948903570119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/para-vos-ajudar-entrar-bem-no-fim-de.html' title='Para vos ajudar a entrar bem no fim de semana'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-9041377715410927888</id><published>2008-11-21T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:47:05.809-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amigas'/><title type='text'>Este ano vou oferecer este livro a alguém.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSbzVuFkeZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/41k9JBYvxmE/s1600-h/1201204445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271167968357939602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSbzVuFkeZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/41k9JBYvxmE/s320/1201204445.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_new" href="http://www.booket.pt/pdf/1201204218.pdf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Senhora das Especiariasde &lt;a href="http://www.booket.pt/ficha_autores.php?id=24"&gt;Chitra Divakaruni&lt;/a&gt; (Autor)Sinopse&lt;br /&gt;Imigrante indiana nos Estados Unidos, Tilo é Mestra em Especiarias. Na sua loja em Oakland, além de fornecer os ingredientes para o caril e para o Koima, também ajuda os clientes a alcançarem uma mercadoria mais preciosa: aquilo que mais desejam; uma autêntica sacerdotisa dos poderes mágicos e secretos das especiarias.Através daqueles que permanentemente visitam a loja de Tilo, conhecemos a vida da comunidade indiana local, longe da sua pátria e dos lugares onde as suas tradições são compreendidas. Certo dia, uma americano solitário aparece na loja. Tilo fica perturbada e não consegue descobrir a especiaria certa, pois ele desperta-lhe um desejo proibido. Contudo, se Tilo conseguir os seus desejos perderá os poderes mágicos que possui, o que irá afectar toda a comunidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Eu já o li e achei o belíssimo, místico e leva nos a uma viagem incrivel sobre o ser humano.&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/4460506009448478048-9041377715410927888?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/9041377715410927888/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=9041377715410927888' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/9041377715410927888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/9041377715410927888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/este-ano-vou-oferecer-este-livro-algum.html' title='Este ano vou oferecer este livro a alguém.......'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSbzVuFkeZI/AAAAAAAAAGs/41k9JBYvxmE/s72-c/1201204445.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-7054379924721011391</id><published>2008-11-20T15:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T15:22:46.479-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='je sui tres fatige'/><title type='text'>Hoje nao me apetece postar nada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSXwos1kkeI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1tIrppGiXjE/s1600-h/pregui%C3%A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270883520928322018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSXwos1kkeI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1tIrppGiXjE/s320/pregui%C3%A7a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4460506009448478048-7054379924721011391?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/7054379924721011391/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=7054379924721011391' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/7054379924721011391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/7054379924721011391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/hoje-nao-me-apetece-postar-nada.html' title='Hoje nao me apetece postar nada'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSXwos1kkeI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1tIrppGiXjE/s72-c/pregui%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-8612694680442865352</id><published>2008-11-19T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:53:58.614-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classificados'/><title type='text'>PROCURAM-SE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSR9_H4yy6I/AAAAAAAAAGU/edO8gZ08sFU/s1600-h/botasL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270475987332811682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSR9_H4yy6I/AAAAAAAAAGU/edO8gZ08sFU/s320/botasL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perninhas jeitosas e fininhas procuram para relação séria e duradora,um par de botas. Estas têm de ser giras e confortáveis ,de cano alto e têm de se daar bem com qualquer peça de vestuário, pois a harmonia, o bem estar e a versatilidade são requisitos fundamentais. Não temos qualquer preferência em relação á cor e marca. As perninhas oferecem em troca, passeios, estima e um seguro valido qualquer dano que possam a vir sofrer no sapateiro da zona!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Agradecemos ás botas que não preencham os requisitos, o favor de não responder a este anúncio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Nomeadamente aquelas pindéricas que se acham mais do que as outras e que se vendem sem qualquer pudor a preços astronómicos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-8612694680442865352?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8612694680442865352/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=8612694680442865352' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/8612694680442865352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/8612694680442865352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/procuram-se.html' title='PROCURAM-SE'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSR9_H4yy6I/AAAAAAAAAGU/edO8gZ08sFU/s72-c/botasL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-5141770435114139466</id><published>2008-11-18T13:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T13:41:32.390-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tadinha de mim'/><title type='text'>AI AI AI AI AI AI AI!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSM2gfodXmI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6HPeixAztvk/s1600-h/gripe.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270115920828522082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSM2gfodXmI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6HPeixAztvk/s320/gripe.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou tão doente.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-5141770435114139466?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/5141770435114139466/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=5141770435114139466' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/5141770435114139466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/5141770435114139466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai-ai.html' title='AI AI AI AI AI AI AI!!!!!'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSM2gfodXmI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6HPeixAztvk/s72-c/gripe.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-525271624673904676</id><published>2008-11-17T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:39:25.479-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parabéns'/><title type='text'>Parabéns minha pequena aventureira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSGrrtA1v6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/FAl6s9LaaKc/s1600-h/foguetao.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269681806306033570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSGrrtA1v6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/FAl6s9LaaKc/s320/foguetao.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hoje precisamente um ano que nos conhecemos.Mais cedo do que o previsto(36 semanas), mas a minha &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pulgazinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; saí a mãe e paciência &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; é o seu forte, e decidiu que já estava pronta para conhecer o mundo, a mãe, o pai e mana M.E assim foi, decidida entrou no foguetão as 12.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;( rebentou as águas ), ligou os &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;motores&lt;/span&gt; as 13.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;( as primeiras contracções), &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;iniciou&lt;/span&gt; descolagem perto das 14( aqui começou o trabalho de equipa, faz força de um lado, faz força de outro) e aterrou com sucesso no planeta Terra as 14.20.No &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inicio&lt;/span&gt; manteve-se á alerta, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;quietinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, a observar tudo e todos, pois este novo mundo era barulhento, com muitas luzes e pessoas estranhas.Depois de ter feito o reconhecimento e de ter chegado a conclusão que estava segura com a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;família&lt;/span&gt;, fechou os olhos e dormiu a noite inteira. Estava estoirada o que é normal, que isto de andar de foguetão não é para qualquer um, é muito cansativo. Desde esse dia que se tem integrado muito bem neste outro mundo, continua muito &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;obstinada&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aventureira&lt;/span&gt;, curiosa, impaciente e têm proporcionado muitos momentos felizes e divertidos e a familia agradece!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-525271624673904676?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/525271624673904676/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=525271624673904676' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/525271624673904676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/525271624673904676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/parabns-minha-pequena-aventureira.html' title='Parabéns minha pequena aventureira'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSGrrtA1v6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/FAl6s9LaaKc/s72-c/foguetao.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-5194735013085902923</id><published>2008-11-16T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T07:39:59.064-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartoons'/><title type='text'>Quase que diria que a mafaldinha foi inspirada em mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSA-bu4wI5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/x7BEN6J3iLY/s1600-h/mafaldinha.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 93px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269280210186937234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSA-bu4wI5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/x7BEN6J3iLY/s320/mafaldinha.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4460506009448478048-5194735013085902923?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/5194735013085902923/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=5194735013085902923' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/5194735013085902923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/5194735013085902923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/quase-que-diria-que-mafaldinha-foi.html' title='Quase que diria que a mafaldinha foi inspirada em mim'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SSA-bu4wI5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/x7BEN6J3iLY/s72-c/mafaldinha.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-8125750581827814363</id><published>2008-11-16T03:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T03:39:35.649-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Domingando'/><title type='text'>hoje andamos por aqui</title><content type='html'>Hoje está um dia bonito(assim parece, visto pela janela, porque na realidade ainda não fui á rua) para passear.Mas como tenho a M. pequenina doente, o mais &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;provável&lt;/span&gt; é ficar em casa.Em vez de irmos ao jardim,ficaremos em casa a ver filmes,a comer pipocas e pizza, de vez em quando sabe bem estes &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;programinhas&lt;/span&gt;.As crianças embora prefiram ir para a rua, não se vão importar. A M. grande ontem foi ao cinema com o primo, portanto já teve a sua &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;saída&lt;/span&gt; social(&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eheheh&lt;/span&gt;) e além disso é viciada no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;disney&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;channel&lt;/span&gt;(não é de todo um grande aborrecimento para a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;moiçola&lt;/span&gt; ficar em casa a ver o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;camp&lt;/span&gt; rock,vezes sem conta) e a M. pequenina anda &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;excitadissima&lt;/span&gt; com uma mesa de actividades que lhe &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;oferecemos&lt;/span&gt; ontem como prenda de aniversário(nós é que já não podemos ouvir as musicas, mas enfim).Assim sendo qualquer coisa, estamos por casa a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;desfrutar&lt;/span&gt; o domingo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-8125750581827814363?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8125750581827814363/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=8125750581827814363' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/8125750581827814363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/8125750581827814363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/hoje-andamos-por-aqui.html' title='hoje andamos por aqui'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-4130742327112195537</id><published>2008-11-15T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T05:33:01.744-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me and my friends'/><title type='text'>hoje vou andar por aqui</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SR7PgNYcJXI/AAAAAAAAAF0/NK101qVykys/s1600-h/esplanada+adamastor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 104px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SR7PgNYcJXI/AAAAAAAAAF0/NK101qVykys/s320/esplanada+adamastor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268876766324991346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SR7PZFtjelI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HVCKVGX3OOk/s1600-h/cafe+teatro.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SR7PZFtjelI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HVCKVGX3OOk/s320/cafe+teatro.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268876644006984274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SR7PRRfr5aI/AAAAAAAAAFk/UZ0jv2HH4FU/s1600-h/chiado.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SR7PRRfr5aI/AAAAAAAAAFk/UZ0jv2HH4FU/s320/chiado.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268876509731087778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-4130742327112195537?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4130742327112195537/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=4130742327112195537' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/4130742327112195537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/4130742327112195537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/hoje-vou-andar-por-aqui.html' title='hoje vou andar por aqui'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SR7PgNYcJXI/AAAAAAAAAF0/NK101qVykys/s72-c/esplanada+adamastor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-7751233951017881115</id><published>2008-11-14T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T15:48:17.675-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confesso que'/><title type='text'>Suscitar o desejo</title><content type='html'>Hoje na aula, falamos sobre o tema "Suscitar o Desejo", neste caso específico suscitar o desejo do cliente. O formador levou-nos até ao parque de estacionamento, onde estava o seu Z3 e fizemos uma simulação em que ele fazia de vendedor e nós de potenciais clientes. Alguns dos meus colegas ficaram logo entusiasmados com o carro, entraram nele, exprimentaram-nos e confessaram que aquele carro suscitava-lhes desejo. Não estava em causa aqui, se preferíamos jipes, monovolumes, se só o compraríamos como segundo carro, mas sim o desejo imediato, olhar para alguma coisa e quere-la. Confesso que o carro em mim não despertou interesse nenhum, alías é raro o carro que o faça,tirando algumas excepções como por exemplo, quando vejo passar um carro dos anos 40 e imediatamente desejo estar nela, vestida a rigor comos oculos á aviador e chapéu típico da época. Mas é um desejo esporádico e passageiro. Agora o que realmente me suscita sempre o desejo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SR4Na-a21_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/1EBGXiStz0o/s1600-h/caipirinhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 130px; HEIGHT: 117px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268663371153463282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SR4Na-a21_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/1EBGXiStz0o/s320/caipirinhas.jpg" /&gt;:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SR4NL1H9vfI/AAAAAAAAAFU/3cCndMuPoM4/s1600-h/duchesse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268663110960266738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SR4NL1H9vfI/AAAAAAAAAFU/3cCndMuPoM4/s320/duchesse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SR4NEixC0CI/AAAAAAAAAFM/2f6fOOffYyQ/s1600-h/manolo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268662985773207586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SR4NEixC0CI/AAAAAAAAAFM/2f6fOOffYyQ/s320/manolo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SR4M-FPJh_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/svxXAzWbV9U/s1600-h/brincos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268662874767198194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SR4M-FPJh_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/svxXAzWbV9U/s320/brincos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SR4M458AEiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/GoEzt6QOivU/s1600-h/12-02-06_Gabriel-Aubry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268662785834750498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SR4M458AEiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/GoEzt6QOivU/s320/12-02-06_Gabriel-Aubry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-7751233951017881115?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/7751233951017881115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=7751233951017881115' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/7751233951017881115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/7751233951017881115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/suscitar-o-desejo_14.html' title='Suscitar o desejo'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SR4Na-a21_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/1EBGXiStz0o/s72-c/caipirinhas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-324158492252033859</id><published>2008-11-14T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T10:57:55.100-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musicas que gosto'/><title type='text'>Nouvelle vague</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SR3KLQKAZGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_Fe-LGCa7Ls/s1600-h/nouvelle+vague.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 117px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SR3KLQKAZGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_Fe-LGCa7Ls/s320/nouvelle+vague.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268589433757656162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem não sabe os Nouvelle vaugue vão dar um concerto gratuito no Casino de Lisboa esta 2ª feira dia de 17 de Novembro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-324158492252033859?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/324158492252033859/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=324158492252033859' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/324158492252033859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/324158492252033859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/nouvelle-vague.html' title='Nouvelle vague'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SR3KLQKAZGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_Fe-LGCa7Ls/s72-c/nouvelle+vague.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-2138370339083880805</id><published>2008-11-14T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T10:54:54.437-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musicas que gosto'/><title type='text'>Lisa Ekdahl</title><content type='html'>Hoje á noite no CCB, a Grande Lisa Ekdahl vai dar um concerto, que acredito que será fabuloso. Infelizmente não vou, e tudo porque mea culpa, deixo as coisas para a última da hora e depois lixo-me. Gosto imensa dela e tenho estado sempre atenta a novos albuns e concertos, por isso sobe logo de início a data do concerto em lisboa,mas saem como é, vou amanha, compro depois, já trato disso, e quando dei por ela os bilhetes estavam praticamente esgotados, sobrando só aqueles lugares que mais vale não ir, porque quando a for ver quero estar sentada bem la á frente a disfrutar cada momento. E pronto, olhem contento me a ouvir o cd e já gozo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ysgBavOnJJA&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/ysgBavOnJJA&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-2138370339083880805?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/2138370339083880805/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=2138370339083880805' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/2138370339083880805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/2138370339083880805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/lisa-ekdahl.html' title='Lisa Ekdahl'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-6468908435348925851</id><published>2008-11-13T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:15:11.941-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gajas'/><title type='text'>Deus dá nozes a quem não têm dentes</title><content type='html'>Ontem no curso de inglês, o Paul contou-nos que tinha dado anteontem uma flor a namorada e que  ela tinha ficado chateada com ele  porque  só  lhe tinha oferecido uma e que para ela flores tinham de ser  de ser muitas(imaginem!!!!). E uma colega do curso(miuda ainda) disse-lhe" então para a próxima ofereça-lhe um boquet",( para a próxima ofereça-lhe um boquet uma merda, pensei eu. Porra com uma gaja assim qualquer pessoa perde a vontade seja do que for), ao que ele respondeu" já o fiz há algum tempo e ela pôs se a mandar vir" o que é que foste fazer blablabla".&lt;br /&gt;Sinceramente não há pachorra  e cada vez mais sinto me abençoada por ser gaja e gostar de homens para não ter que levar com estes filmes.Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaja nunca esta satisfeita com o que têm,Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaja não sabe o que quer. Ohhhhhhh bicho mais estranho!!! É por esta e por outras que esta gaja aqui têm  amigos homens do que mulheres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Como devem calcular este tema dava um Blog, por isso mais posts sobre este assunto vão ser publicados, alguns com histórias muito engraçadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-6468908435348925851?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6468908435348925851/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=6468908435348925851' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/6468908435348925851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/6468908435348925851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/deus-d-nozes-quem-no-tm-dentes.html' title='Deus dá nozes a quem não têm dentes'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-366386234238742669</id><published>2008-11-11T07:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T07:40:32.650-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Africa minha'/><title type='text'>Conheço te bem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SRmgeZco2QI/AAAAAAAAAEE/V195W3ur-Og/s1600-h/inhambane+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267417683274029314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SRmgeZco2QI/AAAAAAAAAEE/V195W3ur-Og/s320/inhambane+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desde muito cedo que África esta presente em mim, e tenho por ela um enorme fascínio .Apesar de ter nascido cá e de ainda não ter conhecido África, fui diariamente conhecendo-a, através de relatos.Cresci a ouvir historias de Moçambique, do seu povo, as aventuras da minha mãe, dos meus tios e amigos.Conheço bem o cheiro de África, a beleza do seu pôr do sol, o seu povo e as suas tradições. Conheço bem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Inhambane&lt;/span&gt;, terra onde a minha Avó ainda mora. Sei exactamente aonde ficam o posto da policia, a mesquita, a praia, o café. É engraçado,como, quando alguém nos conta com exactidão o cheiro de uma terra, conseguimos sentir, quando alguém nos conta com exactidão determinado lugar, passamos a conhece-lo também. Ouvi e ainda oiço tantas histórias de lá, que mesmo sem nunca ter la ido, conheço-a bem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-366386234238742669?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/366386234238742669/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=366386234238742669' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/366386234238742669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/366386234238742669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/conheo-te-bem_11.html' title='Conheço te bem'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SRmgeZco2QI/AAAAAAAAAEE/V195W3ur-Og/s72-c/inhambane+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-992934934687473503</id><published>2008-11-09T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T13:39:57.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>John Beever</title><content type='html'>Descobri este artista que pinta em 3D. Da rua faz a sua tela e os desenhos dele são verdadeiras obras de arte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-vos aqui algumas das suas obras, simplestamente espectaculares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SRdWwaAITMI/AAAAAAAAADc/X43dvZTDxi4/s1600-h/julian+beever+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266773678846659778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SRdWwaAITMI/AAAAAAAAADc/X43dvZTDxi4/s320/julian+beever+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SRdWcJ3zOdI/AAAAAAAAADU/wRAnidGOMgQ/s1600-h/julian+beever+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 298px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266773330919373266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SRdWcJ3zOdI/AAAAAAAAADU/wRAnidGOMgQ/s320/julian+beever+9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SRdWR7C_ScI/AAAAAAAAADM/rohlbcWNlDY/s1600-h/julian+beever+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266773155141077442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SRdWR7C_ScI/AAAAAAAAADM/rohlbcWNlDY/s320/julian+beever+8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SRdWBOu5QZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/1Nrtgbx6aUg/s1600-h/julian+beever+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 353px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266772868367729042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SRdWBOu5QZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/1Nrtgbx6aUg/s320/julian+beever+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SRdWKMqE-sI/AAAAAAAAADE/SLG1sVp2Vlk/s1600-h/julian+beever+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 272px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 357px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266773022429477570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SRdWKMqE-sI/AAAAAAAAADE/SLG1sVp2Vlk/s320/julian+beever+7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-992934934687473503?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/992934934687473503/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=992934934687473503' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/992934934687473503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/992934934687473503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/john-beever.html' title='John Beever'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SRdWwaAITMI/AAAAAAAAADc/X43dvZTDxi4/s72-c/julian+beever+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-5607284428331531309</id><published>2008-11-09T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T12:32:06.092-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Um dia'/><title type='text'>Ainda não perdi a esperança de ter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SRdIjX6JqKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/JXCX1zVR_xA/s1600-h/boxer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 215px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266758061783623842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SRdIjX6JqKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/JXCX1zVR_xA/s320/boxer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4460506009448478048-5607284428331531309?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/5607284428331531309/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=5607284428331531309' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/5607284428331531309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/5607284428331531309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/ainda-no-perdi-esperana-de-ter.html' title='Ainda não perdi a esperança de ter'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SRdIjX6JqKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/JXCX1zVR_xA/s72-c/boxer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-6763698939891063750</id><published>2008-11-08T12:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T12:03:50.243-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas de gajas'/><title type='text'>o meu novo look</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SRXwnQo1dyI/AAAAAAAAACs/BZewmaC3M1k/s1600-h/new+look.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266379896551470882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SRXwnQo1dyI/AAAAAAAAACs/BZewmaC3M1k/s320/new+look.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4460506009448478048-6763698939891063750?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6763698939891063750/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=6763698939891063750' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/6763698939891063750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/6763698939891063750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-meu-novo-look.html' title='o meu novo look'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SRXwnQo1dyI/AAAAAAAAACs/BZewmaC3M1k/s72-c/new+look.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-5813845218521178416</id><published>2008-11-08T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T03:06:21.656-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas de gajas'/><title type='text'>Meninas, á tarde nao estou cá</title><content type='html'>vou cortar o cabelo, alguém quer vir????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 204px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266241137434274226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SRVyaapRqbI/AAAAAAAAACk/j5ca1S5CC70/s320/cortar+cabelo.jpg" /&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/4460506009448478048-5813845218521178416?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/5813845218521178416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=5813845218521178416' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/5813845218521178416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/5813845218521178416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/meninas-tarde-nao-estou-c.html' title='Meninas, á tarde nao estou cá'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SRVyaapRqbI/AAAAAAAAACk/j5ca1S5CC70/s72-c/cortar+cabelo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-7629663843129147028</id><published>2008-11-07T14:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T14:13:37.694-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confesso que'/><title type='text'>o que me apetecia mesmo........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SRS9hSsg9pI/AAAAAAAAACc/TJJjunLrj4Y/s1600-h/caiprinhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266042243954833042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SRS9hSsg9pI/AAAAAAAAACc/TJJjunLrj4Y/s320/caiprinhas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4460506009448478048-7629663843129147028?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/7629663843129147028/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=7629663843129147028' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/7629663843129147028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/7629663843129147028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-que-me-apetecia-mesmo_07.html' title='o que me apetecia mesmo........'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SRS9hSsg9pI/AAAAAAAAACc/TJJjunLrj4Y/s72-c/caiprinhas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-7990643936663682854</id><published>2008-11-07T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T06:26:27.221-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gajos'/><title type='text'>I belive in miracles(where you from you sexy thing)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SRRHqaPIEXI/AAAAAAAAACM/Gb-JhzQJ_tk/s1600-h/gabriel15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265912658225795442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SRRHqaPIEXI/AAAAAAAAACM/Gb-JhzQJ_tk/s320/gabriel15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SRRHjTY6VgI/AAAAAAAAACE/x_G3Js0eyh0/s1600-h/gabriel10_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265912536128706050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SRRHjTY6VgI/AAAAAAAAACE/x_G3Js0eyh0/s320/gabriel10_t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SRRHchp7R5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/MhUNFtlvco8/s1600-h/gabriel07_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265912419699083154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SRRHchp7R5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/MhUNFtlvco8/s320/gabriel07_t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4460506009448478048-7990643936663682854?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/7990643936663682854/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=7990643936663682854' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/7990643936663682854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/7990643936663682854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-belive-in-miracleswhere-you-come-yo.html' title='I belive in miracles(where you from you sexy thing)'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SRRHqaPIEXI/AAAAAAAAACM/Gb-JhzQJ_tk/s72-c/gabriel15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-8432427951940987462</id><published>2008-11-06T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:57:07.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just can´t get enough of you</title><content type='html'>Foste das primeiras a partilhar comigo o meu escritório mágico. devia ter uns 10 anos. quando fomos apresentadas pelo meu Tio L. Fiquei maravilhada contigo. Desde ai foste a banda sonora  da minha vida.Quando me apaixonei(estiveste lá), quando sofri desgostos,(estivestes lá)as vezes que fiquei em casa, enquanto chovia imenso, e ficava a ler um livro(estiveste lá). Foram tantas as emoções e aventuras.&lt;br /&gt; Consegues ter o dom raro, de ser uma companhia perfeita para cada ocasião&lt;br /&gt;Sei que és uma das que me vai acompanhar sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Sade, curto te á brava rapariga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XpzBNQU50EQ&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/XpzBNQU50EQ&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-8432427951940987462?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8432427951940987462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=8432427951940987462' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/8432427951940987462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/8432427951940987462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-cant-get-enough-of-you.html' title='Just can´t get enough of you'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-4888671027698546421</id><published>2008-11-06T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T11:37:51.148-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amigas'/><title type='text'>Parabéns</title><content type='html'>Parabéns a minha grande amiga Cristina.Somos (tão)amigas há tanto tempo que mais do que amigas já somos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;família&lt;/span&gt; mesmo,até pela intimidade que temos com a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;família&lt;/span&gt; uma da outra. Temos  uma amizade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cúmplice&lt;/span&gt;, sincera, frontal, pura, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;espontânea&lt;/span&gt;,sem cobranças.Partilhamos desejos, segredos, medos,desilusões, ambições, sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Junta crescemos e enfrentámos obstáculos.Juntas iremos amadurecer e enfrentar os desafios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;xin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;xin&lt;/span&gt; amiga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SRNGk3pEgHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xJxgOu7Fg1c/s1600-h/cheers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265629988551688306" style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SRNGk3pEgHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xJxgOu7Fg1c/s320/cheers.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/4460506009448478048-4888671027698546421?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4888671027698546421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=4888671027698546421' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/4888671027698546421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/4888671027698546421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/parabns.html' title='Parabéns'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SRNGk3pEgHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xJxgOu7Fg1c/s72-c/cheers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-751159645259273848</id><published>2008-11-05T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:12:38.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafio</title><content type='html'>Fui desafiada pela &lt;a href="http://www.meninabemcomportada.blogspot.com"&gt;menina bem comportada&lt;/a&gt;para:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- colocar uma foto individual;&lt;br /&gt;- escolher uma banda ou artista;&lt;br /&gt;- responder às questões somente com títulos de canções da referida banda;&lt;br /&gt;- desafiar outras 4 pessoas, sem esquecer de as avisar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A foto não tenho nenhuma aqui de momento, mas já vou tratar disso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho "O grupo ou O/A cantor/a, mas sim vários,tornando-se a escolha mais dificil.Decidi escolher Nina Simone , porque adoro a sua voz, as suas musicas e a oiça quase todos os dias, e digo-vos já que escolher títulos de canções dela para responder ao questionário não foi nada fácil, but i did my best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui vai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.  És homem ou mulher?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            the other woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Descreve-te:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Fine And Mellow&lt;br /&gt;           I Love To Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;O que as pessoas acham de ti?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           It Don't Mean A Thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Como descreves o teu último relacionamento?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           No Good Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Descreve o estado actual da tua relação com o teu namorado ou pretendente: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Spring Is Here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Onde querias estar agora?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Take Me To The Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;O que pensas a respeito do amor?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Something To Live For&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;strong&gt; Como é a tua vida?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           I Am Blessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;O que pedirias se pudesses ter só um desejo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Just Say I Love Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Escreve uma frase sábia:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Tomorrow Is My Turn&lt;strong&gt;.   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passo o desafio a:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.o-blog-da-cortes.blogspot.com"&gt; corta limoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cortalimoes.blogspot.com"&gt; cortes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://zesim.wordpress.com"&gt; inteligência emocional&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-751159645259273848?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/751159645259273848/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=751159645259273848' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/751159645259273848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/751159645259273848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/desafio.html' title='Desafio'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-3723807508022579913</id><published>2008-11-04T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:45:30.753-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musicas que gosto'/><title type='text'>Uma tributo a grandes homens com os quais cresci</title><content type='html'>A propósito do post anterior, deixo-vos a ouvir uma das primeiras musicas que ouvi, naquele sitio que vocês sabem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IumnmhnPJKQ&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/IumnmhnPJKQ&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-3723807508022579913?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3723807508022579913/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=3723807508022579913' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/3723807508022579913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/3723807508022579913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/uma-tributo-grandes-homens-com-os-quais.html' title='Uma tributo a grandes homens com os quais cresci'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-1164696774052545633</id><published>2008-11-04T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:38:35.685-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memórias'/><title type='text'>Vintage Sound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SRDJmSjk70I/AAAAAAAAABk/xpw-B8p9qcY/s1600-h/headphones+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264929624049381186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SRDJmSjk70I/AAAAAAAAABk/xpw-B8p9qcY/s320/headphones+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ainda sou do tempo em que os Headphones eram enormes. Esta imagem traz-me á memória bons tempos, tempos em que aprendi a apreciar musica, iniciação essa feita através do meu tio L, cujo gosto musical é bastante sublime. Ainda era pequena( por volta dos 6)  quando ele mudou de casa e comprou uma em Carcavelos com mais assoalhadas e como ainda não tinha filhos, numa das divisões fez o seu escritório, o seu canto e o seu mundo( e o  meu também).Lembro me das primeiras vezes que lá entrei, num lado dezenas de discos vinil, (mais tarde dezenas de cds)e uma aparelhagem topo de gama na altura, um cadeirão e ao lado uns big headphones, no outro uma secretaria e dezenas de livros. Fiquei fascinada com aquele mundo, principalmente o musical. Nos ( eu e a minha irmã S.) passávamos muito fins de semana em casa dela. Ficava eufórica quando chegava o dia,enfiava-me no seu(nosso) escritório,sentava-me no cadeirão, punha os phones, que quase me chegavam aos ombros, e punha os discos a tocar, fechava os olhos e viajava.Conheci Ray charles, van morisson, Ottis reeding, Aretha franklin, Marvin Gaye, Frank Sinatra, Billie holiday, Nina Simone( grande Nina), Paul simon, Led Zepplin, tantos e tão Bons.A sua colecção foi crescendo e eu acompanhei-a; Suzane Vega, Tracy Chapman, Diana Krall,Tanita Tikaram,Allison Moyet, Cesária Evora e muitos outros. Ainda hoje vamos a concertos juntos, principalmente de jazz e partilhamos várias descobertas.Mas nunca mais me esqueci do escritório do meu Tio L, aquele sítio mágico onde tudo começou.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Obrigado Luis&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-1164696774052545633?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/1164696774052545633/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=1164696774052545633' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/1164696774052545633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/1164696774052545633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/vintage-sound.html' title='Vintage Sound'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SRDJmSjk70I/AAAAAAAAABk/xpw-B8p9qcY/s72-c/headphones+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-6040135692500439996</id><published>2008-11-03T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T14:32:08.172-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memórias'/><title type='text'>Como estão vocês?</title><content type='html'>Ás vezes dou por mim a pensar em algumas pessoas que cruzaram comigo pela vida fora, principalmente ex colegas de escola. Colegas da primária, do liceu, com os quais partilhei brincadeiras, sonhos, desgostos, paixões, medos, objectivos.Confesso que tenho alguma curiosidade em saber como estão. Estarão casados? com filhos? Viverão por cá? serão engenheiros? Serão empregados de café? mais importante, serão felizes? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tatiana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; querias ser piloto de aviões, conseguiste? Manuel querias ser médico, aposto que já o és,éramos miúdos mas lembro-me bem da tua determinação. lena, querias ser advogada, casar com um príncipe encantado e ter muitos filhos? Soube por intermédio de alguém que já  és Advogada, que encontraste o teu &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;principe&lt;/span&gt; e filhos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ja&lt;/span&gt; tens?Qual o nome deles? Aposto que és muito feliz. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pedrooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lembro me tanto de ti, das secas que apanhaste comigo nas lojas a experimentar roupa, de só gostares de preto, das nossas conversas,da nossa cumplicidade &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;improvavel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; aos olhos dos outros( tu &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heavy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; metal e eu &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;betinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;).São tantos e quero acreditar que estão todos bem e felizes !&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de vos encontrar e perguntar.&lt;br /&gt;Como &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;estão&lt;/span&gt; Vocês????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-6040135692500439996?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6040135692500439996/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=6040135692500439996' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/6040135692500439996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/6040135692500439996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/como-esto-vocs.html' title='Como estão vocês?'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-8489425404626539432</id><published>2008-11-02T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T08:38:50.553-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concertos que quero ir'/><title type='text'>Enquanto estou nas lidas do lar</title><content type='html'>deixo-vos a ouvir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LKEc8EN1p-I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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lar</title><content type='html'>Eu e as crianças ( Mariana e a amiga Inês) decidimos passar a tarde na cozinha.Vamos   fazer biscoitos de coco,biscoitos amanteigados, bolo de laranja, crepes, castanhas assadas e chouriço assado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps- depois venho cá mostrar-vos as obras de arte( se não as devorarem entretanto)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-8643357767774226423?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8643357767774226423/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=8643357767774226423' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/8643357767774226423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/8643357767774226423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/fadas-do-lar.html' title='fadas do lar'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-2771502014270056002</id><published>2008-11-02T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T08:18:45.408-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='massagens precisam se'/><title type='text'>Ai que dores!</title><content type='html'>Estou que nem posso. Ontem as minhas filhas dormiram comigo. A Mariana numa ponta, Margarida no meio e eu noutra ponta da cama. Passei a noite toda a levar pontapés nas costas, pontapés na cabeça e quando nao era mesmo com a pulga em cima.Cheguei mesmo a ser afastada da minha almofada e quando dei por mim ja esta coma cabeça fora de cama( eu só precisava de uns cms, mas nem a isso tive direito ). Acordei ( se é que cheguei mesmo a dormir) completamente empanada, cheia de dores de costas e pescoço.Elas ( as queridas filhas) acordaram na maior, com um ar tranquilo de quem descansou bem. Ao menos alguém dormiu bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah e o pai também dormiu bem, no sofá longe das agressões(ahahah)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-2771502014270056002?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/2771502014270056002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=2771502014270056002' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/2771502014270056002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/2771502014270056002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/11/ai-que-dores.html' title='Ai que dores!'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-8108638123722395195</id><published>2008-10-31T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T15:21:57.772-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confesso que'/><title type='text'>Ando com vontade de fazer um</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SQuE98vCz2I/AAAAAAAAABU/Z7uQ-Jt4MSc/s1600-h/pic+nic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263446789322887010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SQuE98vCz2I/AAAAAAAAABU/Z7uQ-Jt4MSc/s320/pic+nic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4460506009448478048-8108638123722395195?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8108638123722395195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=8108638123722395195' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/8108638123722395195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/8108638123722395195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/10/ando-com-vontade-de-fazer-um.html' title='Ando com vontade de fazer um'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xkCjn-5kuUs/SQuE98vCz2I/AAAAAAAAABU/Z7uQ-Jt4MSc/s72-c/pic+nic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-3763862921129039753</id><published>2008-10-30T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T15:24:24.929-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas que me deixam doida'/><title type='text'>porquê eu????</title><content type='html'>Depois de um dia cansativo,de uma correria entre curso, mais infantários e tratar de documentos, finalmente chegou o dia de pintar o quarto da M( a mais pequena.Fui buscar o meu irmão a cascais(tive mais de 30m a espera dele) e fomos direitos a uma loja de Bricolage comprar a tinta.Depois de horas a escolher a cor, de olhar para catalogos com 500 mil cores , ( faltava-me pachorra, inspiração e estava com pressa)levamos verde? rosa? azul? amarelo? Lá nos decidimos por amarelo( confesso que é uma cor que nao me agrada muito), para fugir um bocado aos rosas e verdes.Mandei fazer um tester para ver como era realmente a cor( que no papel não se percebe bem e muitas vezes engana.) A rapariga fez a mistura, mostrou-nos e aprovámos.Pedi então uma  lata de 4L. Chegamos a casa o meu irmão foi pintar o quarto, tinha ele já pintado uma parede, quando decidi espreitar. Eu para H "esta cor não têm nada a ver com o que escolhemos;este parece amarelo primário, não estou a gostar nada. H para mim" eu também não, no catalogo a cor era diferente" eu para H. " e agora? já comprei uma lata de 4L." H para mim " só há duas soluções ou misturas branco na lata para aclarar, ou pintas o quarto de outra cor e usas o amarelo para outra coisa" Eu para H. " Grande porra, não sei o que fazer, é que o raio da cor é mesmo diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de darmos voltas a cabeça no que iríamos fazer, lembramos-nos(não me lembro porque propósito) de ir experimentar o amarelo com outras cores (que tb tenho em testers)numa parede para esses fins( a do corredor que é a única que ainda não a pintei eheheheh)e usamos a lata do tester.Beeeeeeeeeeeeem, quando abrimos a porra da lata vimos que o amarelo era o que tínhamos escolhido e nad&lt;br /&gt;a a ver com o da lata ou seja a croma que me atendeu(amanha esta F* comigo) baralhou-se e pôs dois amarelos diferentes mas com a mesma etiqueta "amarelo mimoso". Mula, e nós aqui a alucinar com a porcaria da cor que não tinha nada a ver com a inicialmente escolhida. Conclusão :uma noite perdida&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-3763862921129039753?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3763862921129039753/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=3763862921129039753' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/3763862921129039753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/3763862921129039753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/10/porqu-eu.html' title='porquê eu????'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-1178392232818097577</id><published>2008-10-29T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T07:03:59.463-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedicatórias'/><title type='text'>Até amanhã</title><content type='html'>Para o meu Professor paul que tal como eu é um grande fã dos housemartins.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado pelas suas aulas, aprendo e divirto-me sempre imenso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IMPMiLddsuE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IMPMiLddsuE&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/4460506009448478048-1178392232818097577?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/1178392232818097577/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=1178392232818097577' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/1178392232818097577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/1178392232818097577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/10/at-amanh.html' title='Até amanhã'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-5658366315175201980</id><published>2008-10-29T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T15:28:35.373-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dias difíceis'/><title type='text'>Doi me a cabeça</title><content type='html'>Tive um dia difícil&lt;br /&gt;sai do curso( o da manha), vim almoçar,a seguir fui a junta de freguesia para me passarem um atestado de residência, pedem B.I com a nova morada,( não tenho), pedem comprovativo de morada, (tb não tenho),extractos bancários (não recebo),solução ou altero a morada do B.I.( como se isso provasse grande coisa), ou peço a dois eleitores que estejam recenseados naquela junta( fácil, conhece-os aos montes)ou, vou ao banco alterar a morada( este não altera sem a a morada alterada no B.I. Depois fui a vários infantários, vi salas e mais salas, crianças e mais crianças e no fim finalmente vi o preçário: Inscrição:$220, mensalidade $270, ate as 19h: $305, bibe:28, matéria escolar: $70,mais metade do mês de Julho que é pago nos dois primeiros meses;155, mais farda de verão:$37 assim de repente para começar são $760 euros, a seguir fui a correr para o curso de inglês( este correu bem com o sempre), e cheguei há pouco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dói me a cabeça&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-5658366315175201980?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/5658366315175201980/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=5658366315175201980' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/5658366315175201980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/5658366315175201980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/10/doi-me-cabea.html' title='Doi me a cabeça'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-3700423381813696849</id><published>2008-10-28T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T00:47:05.429-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confesso que'/><title type='text'>O que me apetecia mesmo</title><content type='html'>Era enfiar- me numa banheira enorme,cheia de sais de banho,com as  luzes apagadas,somente velas a iluminar, a saborear um copo de vinho(with me myself and I),relaxando ao som de &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PDwqwP_6ZeU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PDwqwP_6ZeU&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/4460506009448478048-3700423381813696849?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3700423381813696849/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=3700423381813696849' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/3700423381813696849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/3700423381813696849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-que-me-apetecia-mesmo.html' title='O que me apetecia mesmo'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-8284653418984281093</id><published>2008-10-28T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T00:47:29.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas que me deixam doida'/><title type='text'>Aii, começa bem isto!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Acordei de manha ainda atarantada porque devido a asma dormi mal, fui levar a M.( a mais velha) a escola, trânsito para lá, trânsito para cá, o stress matinal do costume. Não fui ao curso e vim para casa.Liguei o computador, porque tinha emails para mandar e assuntos pendentes,e de repente oiço uma voz vinda do computador dizendo não sei bem o quê, de tão baixinho que falava e de repente bloqueia, estava eu a meio de uma email longo( porra mas que M*). Fiz rebut, e lá voltei eu a minha vidinha cibernáutica, e oiço a voz outra vez" the .................." QuÊ??????? " ai a minha vida so me faltava este filme".Chamei o J para ver o que se passava com a maldita máquina, e continuei a reclamar " odeio computadores , nada funciona é sempre a mesma coisa, bloqueiam sempre quando uma gaja está a meio de uma cena importante , só me apetece é dar-lhe dar pontapés" . Entretanto o J. informa-me que este esta avariado precisa de uma placa térmica ( What???? I have no idea what are you talking about but i trust you) e que só pode tratar disso ao fim da tarde.Nice, era só o que me faltava. O que me irritou mais, não foi a avaria do aparelho, mas sim a nossa dependência  dele. Falamos mal dele, rogamos-lhe quando nos deixa agarrados, mas a verdade é que não vivemos sem ele.Este pequeno mundo que guarda tudo o que é importante para nós( fotos, pensamentos, documentos, etc.)e que através de um pequeno click nos faz estar em contacto com o mundo e com os amigos, irrita-me á brava!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-8284653418984281093?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8284653418984281093/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=8284653418984281093' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/8284653418984281093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/8284653418984281093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/10/ai-comea-bem-isto.html' title='Aii, começa bem isto!!!!!'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460506009448478048.post-3265061842733435247</id><published>2008-10-27T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T04:05:05.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='series de culto'/><title type='text'>weeds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A fazer zapping,descobri que a Rtp 2 esta a passar o weeds 8. Porque é que eu nao fui informada? Mlee andas a dormir ou numa de egoista,Já podias ter dito não?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460506009448478048-3265061842733435247?l=toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3265061842733435247/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4460506009448478048&amp;postID=3265061842733435247' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/3265061842733435247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4460506009448478048/posts/default/3265061842733435247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomuchnoiseaboutnothing.blogspot.com/2008/10/weeds.html' title='weeds'/><author><name>Feeling good</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296733987662973870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
