<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16721409</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 23:14:59 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>**Lidicas Voa Voa**</title><description></description><link>http://butterflylidicas.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>maria19.maria@gmail.com (Lídia Amorim)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>340</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16721409.post-3217564640437792597</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 18:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-26T20:05:41.555+02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Awards</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Fantásticas</category><title>Mais um...</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Pronto eu adoro mesmo fazer quizes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="width: 200px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;a href="http://radiocomercial.clix.pt/animar/testes/painatal/index.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://radiocomercial.clix.pt/animar/testes/painatal/images/resposta_d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ena! Vou receber um nenuco, vou receber um nenuco... na na na na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Algo original em&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloguedeideias.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;blog de ideias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16721409-3217564640437792597?l=butterflylidicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflylidicas.blogspot.com/2009/11/mais-um.html</link><author>maria19.maria@gmail.com (Lídia Amorim)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16721409.post-3527181305902359556</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 12:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-25T14:49:25.785+02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Awards</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Fantásticas</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Photos</category><title>Se eu fosse uma vilã de cinema...</title><description>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;a href="http://radiocomercial.clix.pt/animar/testes/vilao/index.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://radiocomercial.clix.pt/animar/testes/vilao/images/resposta_c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;ahahah giro! miaaauuuuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não se esqueçam do: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloguedeideias.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;www.bloguedeideias.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16721409-3527181305902359556?l=butterflylidicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflylidicas.blogspot.com/2009/11/se-eu-fosse-uma-vila-de-cinema.html</link><author>maria19.maria@gmail.com (Lídia Amorim)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16721409.post-7319335139354614463</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 16:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-24T18:46:33.266+02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Fantásticas</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Photos</category><title>Já me disseram "és airosa" mas isto:</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;"A menina parece que saiu de uma dakelas streets de Nova York."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fiquei sem perceber se isto era bom ou mau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SwwNxl83sII/AAAAAAAAA4A/xH_U-kqh_FA/s1600/P241109_16.3700012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SwwNxl83sII/AAAAAAAAA4A/xH_U-kqh_FA/s320/P241109_16.3700012.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Alguém me pode explicar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16721409-7319335139354614463?l=butterflylidicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflylidicas.blogspot.com/2009/11/ja-me-disseram-es-airosa-mas-isto.html</link><author>maria19.maria@gmail.com (Lídia Amorim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SwwNxl83sII/AAAAAAAAA4A/xH_U-kqh_FA/s72-c/P241109_16.3700012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16721409.post-4345671036391131999</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 15:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-23T17:09:39.297+02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Política</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Fantásticas</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Desporto</category><title>Para além do benfica ter perdido...</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SwqlZyUExdI/AAAAAAAAA34/0I6yTzgKEMI/s1600/0_FOTOS_Equipamentos_2009_Autocarro%2520Vitoria_AutocarroVitoria1_grande_detalhe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SwqlZyUExdI/AAAAAAAAA34/0I6yTzgKEMI/s320/0_FOTOS_Equipamentos_2009_Autocarro%2520Vitoria_AutocarroVitoria1_grande_detalhe.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Os autocarro do vitória foi apedrejado na A1, à passagem por Alverca:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"...A comitiva fez uma paragem na estação de serviço seguinte, em Aveiras, para avaliar estragos. A polícia presente tomou conta da ocorrência, conta a TSF. &lt;strong&gt;A pedra acertou na &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abola.pt/nnh/ver.aspx?id=183947"&gt;cabeça de D. Afonso Henriques&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, desenhado num vidro lateral da parte traseira&lt;/strong&gt;..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Mais um caso que se tornará mediático, preparem-se as escutas telefónicas e acusação a José Sócrates. Vai-se a ver o homem estava lá escondido entre algumas árvores ao telefone com o Manuel Godinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16721409-4345671036391131999?l=butterflylidicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflylidicas.blogspot.com/2009/11/para-alem-do-benfica-ter-perdido.html</link><author>maria19.maria@gmail.com (Lídia Amorim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SwqlZyUExdI/AAAAAAAAA34/0I6yTzgKEMI/s72-c/0_FOTOS_Equipamentos_2009_Autocarro%2520Vitoria_AutocarroVitoria1_grande_detalhe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16721409.post-1679565739771299311</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 10:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-20T12:44:07.883+02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Viagens; Food</category><title>¡Estoy en vuelta!</title><description>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E cá estou eu, depois de um dia de trabalho cansativo em Vigo, cheio de coisas novas, projectos novos e com regressos já marcados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SwZyD-tIbcI/AAAAAAAAA3w/17dJ6xMYtd0/s1600/room.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SwZyD-tIbcI/AAAAAAAAA3w/17dJ6xMYtd0/s320/room.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;De lá fica o recuerdo do fantástico almoço (ás 15h00 espanholas) que fizemos no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.room-loungebar.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Room Lounge Bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;A ementa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;As entradas: Tostinhas com finissimas fatias de bacalhau, regadas com azeite, salsa e um fiozinho de caramelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Primeiro Prato: Uma deliciosa sopa de peixe, 0% de batata, cenoura, camarão aos pedacinhos e salsa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Segundo Prato: Salmão com batatas ás rodelas, Couve roxa e tomate cherry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sobremesa: Trichocolate. Um bolo/creme delicioso de três chocolates (branco, leite e preto), regado com um topping de chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Os espanhóis almoçam tarde mas muito bem. Tudo isto acompanhado de musica ambiente, boa conversa, gente bonita e sorridente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E melhor que tudo: o preço não tem nada de anormal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Se passarem por lá, recomendo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16721409-1679565739771299311?l=butterflylidicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflylidicas.blogspot.com/2009/11/estoy-en-vuelta.html</link><author>maria19.maria@gmail.com (Lídia Amorim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SwZyD-tIbcI/AAAAAAAAA3w/17dJ6xMYtd0/s72-c/room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16721409.post-2305822450389326558</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 12:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T14:40:09.530+02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Fashion</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Fantásticas</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Devaneios</category><title>Frioooooo</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu ainda não acredito que ás &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;09h00 da manhã&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;strong&gt;hoje&lt;/strong&gt;, vi uma senhora a passear-se na rua de&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Cai Cai"&amp;nbsp;e Sandálias....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Por pouco não tive um colapso térmico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SwPqIZ3P0-I/AAAAAAAAA3g/LVgShf4ZCT4/s1600/324153162_0001_PG_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SwPqIZ3P0-I/AAAAAAAAA3g/LVgShf4ZCT4/s200/324153162_0001_PG_1.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SwPqerX-QmI/AAAAAAAAA3o/3g-6mlN7dsA/s1600/17950265_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SwPqerX-QmI/AAAAAAAAA3o/3g-6mlN7dsA/s200/17950265_1.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Não. Eu não moro no Rio de Janeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Read&amp;nbsp;more on: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloguedeideias.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;www.bloguedeideias.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16721409-2305822450389326558?l=butterflylidicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflylidicas.blogspot.com/2009/11/frioooooo.html</link><author>maria19.maria@gmail.com (Lídia Amorim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SwPqIZ3P0-I/AAAAAAAAA3g/LVgShf4ZCT4/s72-c/324153162_0001_PG_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16721409.post-258202272937152754</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 12:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-17T14:36:19.642+02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Devaneios</category><title>O meu Karma:</title><description>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Pessoas com a mania da &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;perseguição&lt;/span&gt; e pessoas com a &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;mania&lt;/span&gt; que são vitimas....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SwKYBfbXahI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/FmfLzBjSkpw/s1600/FANTASMA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SwKYBfbXahI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/FmfLzBjSkpw/s200/FANTASMA.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E é que apanho sempre, pelo menos uma, toooodos os diaaasss!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Estou prestes a entrar num estado de delírio absoluto que me poderá obrigar a fazer coisas que até ao momento só se ficavam pelo pensamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não deixem de visitar: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloguedeideias.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;www.bloguedeideias.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16721409-258202272937152754?l=butterflylidicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflylidicas.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-meu-karma.html</link><author>maria19.maria@gmail.com (Lídia Amorim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SwKYBfbXahI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/FmfLzBjSkpw/s72-c/FANTASMA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16721409.post-3968594627652996804</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 09:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-16T11:57:15.179+02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>em branco</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Coisas Serias</category><title>Everything in Return</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SwEhoybnQaI/AAAAAAAAA3A/Vmsbv2CnN4E/s1600/1194753418_rosto_na_janela_com_chuva.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SwEhoybnQaI/AAAAAAAAA3A/Vmsbv2CnN4E/s200/1194753418_rosto_na_janela_com_chuva.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando pensava que o &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sol&lt;/span&gt; começava a &lt;em&gt;brilhar de novo&lt;/em&gt;.... Eis que ele se volta a &lt;em&gt;esconder&lt;/em&gt; e as &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;nuvens&lt;/span&gt; apoderam-se da sua &lt;strong&gt;claridade&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16721409-3968594627652996804?l=butterflylidicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflylidicas.blogspot.com/2009/11/everything-in-return.html</link><author>maria19.maria@gmail.com (Lídia Amorim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SwEhoybnQaI/AAAAAAAAA3A/Vmsbv2CnN4E/s72-c/1194753418_rosto_na_janela_com_chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16721409.post-352848624172646918</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 16:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-13T18:29:36.047+02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Coisas Serias</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Photos</category><title>Sexta-Feira 13</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Embora eu não acredite muito nestas coisas de sextas 13 e bruxarias e bla bla bleu, a verdade é que hoje tou a ter um dia dos diabos! De manhã deixei o telemóvel e o cartão multibanco em cima do tablier do carro e quando cheguei ao trabalho tive de ir a correr para trás buscá-los. Quando lá cheguei alguém já estava a mikar a situação... Na hora de almoço tive de ir a correr para a Segurança Social e quando lá cheguei "Fechado para Almoço", Porra mas antes não fechavam para almoço!!! Como se não bastasse ainda não consegui recuperar o meu sono, logo á noite, mais aulas, mais cansaço... eu já nem sei a quantas ando!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Enquanto isso vou-me&amp;nbsp;deliciando com estes deliciosos chocolatinhos da Avianense. Isto sim é sabor a chocolate, hummmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/Sv2IqoYnYfI/AAAAAAAAA24/OecMTtv4vRM/s1600-h/SDC10283.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/Sv2IqoYnYfI/AAAAAAAAA24/OecMTtv4vRM/s320/SDC10283.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Provem sobretudo os de Laranja...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Veja também: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloguedeideias.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;www.bloguedeideias.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16721409-352848624172646918?l=butterflylidicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflylidicas.blogspot.com/2009/11/sexta-feira-13.html</link><author>maria19.maria@gmail.com (Lídia Amorim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/Sv2IqoYnYfI/AAAAAAAAA24/OecMTtv4vRM/s72-c/SDC10283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16721409.post-3276815405536368634</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 11:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-12T14:12:50.587+02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Coisas Serias</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Devaneios</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Photos</category><title>Disposição</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ando com uma disposição, daquelas!!! Só me apetece descansar, dormir bem, comer bem, não fazer nada, ficar o dia a "sornar" no sofá a olhar para o tecto, sem televisões ligadas, sem som de fundo, sem nada, só o silêncio do que me rodeia e o som da minha mente. E hoje, para ajudar, está a chover e está&amp;nbsp;frio. Não é que não goste deste tempo, porque é até o que mais adoro, mas com a disposiçãozinha que eu ando não ajuda nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Era bom que viesse um diazinho de frio com aquele sol quentinho e eu me pudesse "esticar" numa chaise longue, com uma vidraça enorme com vista para o mar, sem sons, sem vozes, só um cházinho delicioso acompanhado de pensamentos distantes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/Svv2rcVWGVI/AAAAAAAAA2o/_6vtXZkEu3A/s1600-h/2015554zhnbsp6lxa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/Svv2rcVWGVI/AAAAAAAAA2o/_6vtXZkEu3A/s320/2015554zhnbsp6lxa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje: O Ultimo grito da teconologia para automóveis em: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloguedeideias.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;www.bloguedeideias.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16721409-3276815405536368634?l=butterflylidicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflylidicas.blogspot.com/2009/11/disposicao.html</link><author>maria19.maria@gmail.com (Lídia Amorim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/Svv2rcVWGVI/AAAAAAAAA2o/_6vtXZkEu3A/s72-c/2015554zhnbsp6lxa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16721409.post-2967890103206930881</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 16:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-11T19:00:13.745+02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Coisas Serias</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Devaneios</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Photos</category><title>Entediada.</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Pode ser o nome ou sentimento correcto aplicar hoje no meu caso. O que acontece é que quem me conhece bem, sabe perfeitamente que tenho um defeito/feitio que é a frontalidade sem força desmedida. Ou seja, tenho por hábito dizer às pessoas directamente o que acho, "cara-a-cara", sem sinismos, sem falar por trás, sem mesquinhices, sem meias palavras. Em tempos não era assim, agia mais diplomáticamente, só que entretanto, farta de coisinhas e pormenorezinhos e cansada de "sisnisses" deixei-me disso e digo tudo o que tenho a dizer, seja a quem for, na hora que for, como for. Obviamente que não insulto, nem desco a escada, mas digo&amp;nbsp;e pronto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O que é certo é que tenho vindo a reparar que isto incomoda algumas pessoas, que não sabendo dizer directamente, falam por trás e eu não gosto. Ora quando essas pessoas se pronunciam simpaticamente, levam logo uma resposta daquelas que lhes seca a boca. Tipo "ah e tal tou cansado.." "Tás cansado, porque não te&amp;nbsp;vais embora?", pronto as pessoas não gostam e depois auto-intulam-se de anjinhas. Enfim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SvrmmXokwOI/AAAAAAAAA2g/6n7uc-rKpV0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SvrmmXokwOI/AAAAAAAAA2g/6n7uc-rKpV0/s200/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas a minha dúvida recai sobre uma coisa:&lt;/strong&gt; Se nós somos sinceros, não gostamos e&amp;nbsp;dizemos&amp;nbsp;de imediato&amp;nbsp;que não gostamos, porque é que somos repreendidos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Será melhor falar mal por detrás das pessoas e fingir-se ser-se amigo pela frente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Das duas, uma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não entendo porque é que a frontalidade incomoda tanto as pessoas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Comenta mais, em: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloguedeideias.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;www.bloguedeideias.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16721409-2967890103206930881?l=butterflylidicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflylidicas.blogspot.com/2009/11/entediada.html</link><author>maria19.maria@gmail.com (Lídia Amorim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SvrmmXokwOI/AAAAAAAAA2g/6n7uc-rKpV0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16721409.post-1070167546102822811</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 11:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-10T13:30:42.217+02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Coisas Serias</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Devaneios</category><title>Sono</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SvlObolziBI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/5ke-CgA6m3c/s1600-h/1000imagens.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SvlObolziBI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/5ke-CgA6m3c/s320/1000imagens.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;De dia&lt;/span&gt; sinto que estou a &lt;/strong&gt;dormir&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;De noite&lt;strong&gt;, sinto que estou &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sempre acordada&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É só a mim que acontece&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;mais ideias, sobre, em: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloguedeideias.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;www.bloguedeideias.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16721409-1070167546102822811?l=butterflylidicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflylidicas.blogspot.com/2009/11/sono.html</link><author>maria19.maria@gmail.com (Lídia Amorim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SvlObolziBI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/5ke-CgA6m3c/s72-c/1000imagens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16721409.post-2653910490698435569</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 16:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-09T18:40:29.152+02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Coisas Serias</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Devaneios</category><title>será?</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SvhFwzRBSxI/AAAAAAAAA2A/gPBPanypgQg/s1600-h/nao%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SvhFwzRBSxI/AAAAAAAAA2A/gPBPanypgQg/s200/nao%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Não é do meu feitio "fazer filmes" ácerca de coisas que possam acontecer ou planeá-las muito atenpadamente ou ainda&amp;nbsp;ficar a imaginá-las e pormenorizá-las. Mas por vezes tenho pressentimentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E o meu maior pressentimento, já dentro da linha da adivinhação, é que esta semana, vou ter mais uma semana de cão! ups... uma semana não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Urrrrrrrr.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;mais em: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloguedeideias.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;www.bloguedeideias.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16721409-2653910490698435569?l=butterflylidicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflylidicas.blogspot.com/2009/11/sera.html</link><author>maria19.maria@gmail.com (Lídia Amorim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SvhFwzRBSxI/AAAAAAAAA2A/gPBPanypgQg/s72-c/nao%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16721409.post-4601781383215198527</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 16:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-06T18:19:32.138+02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Coisas Serias</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Devaneios</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Photos</category><title>Semana Não</title><description>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A minha mãe foi internada de urgência. Visicula.&amp;nbsp;Adormeci tarde. Acordei tarde. Não tomei pequeno almoço.&amp;nbsp;Tive de estacionar no parquimetro sem ticket.&amp;nbsp;Cheguei tarde ao trabalho. O chefe chegou ao mesmo tempo. Felizmente compreendeu. Andei a manhã cheia de sono. Cheia de fome. Almoçei á pressa. Encontrei uma colega de infantário, dois beijinhos e um&amp;nbsp;"já não te vejo há tanto tempo."&amp;nbsp;Estava a chover. Não conseguia estacionar. Bati num outro carro. Não&amp;nbsp;aconteceu nada. O gajo riu-se "Mulheres ao volante...".&amp;nbsp;Voltei a não arranjar lugar de estacionamento não pago e voltei a não colocar o Ticket. Mesmo assim atrasei-me novamente. O chefe "hoje é sexta. podes sair uma hora mais cedo.". Não consegui falar com o namorado. Não falo com ele há dois dias. Bebo Drena +. Sabe a Pleno. Não vou poder ir às aulas. Vou visitar a mãe. Tenho de passar no Shopping e trocar os meus talões por vales senão perco a promoção. Amanhã Ginásio. Pagar Contas.&amp;nbsp;Feira de Franchising. Conferência.&amp;nbsp;Visitar a mãe. Namorado. Jantar. Dormir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Quando acordar será possível recuar oito dias atrás e começar tudo de novo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SvRL-oPcvzI/AAAAAAAAA14/JLWYWsa25SM/s1600-h/P031109_15.090001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SvRL-oPcvzI/AAAAAAAAA14/JLWYWsa25SM/s320/P031109_15.090001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photo by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Lídi@morim"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Lídi@morim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais em: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloguedeideias.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.bloguedeideias.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16721409-4601781383215198527?l=butterflylidicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflylidicas.blogspot.com/2009/11/semana-nao.html</link><author>maria19.maria@gmail.com (Lídia Amorim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SvRL-oPcvzI/AAAAAAAAA14/JLWYWsa25SM/s72-c/P031109_15.090001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16721409.post-7416886082264081975</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 10:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-05T12:04:12.983+02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Fantásticas</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Devaneios</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Tecnologia</category><title>No outro dia "O Pingo", hoje...</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Tamagotchi!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SvKi7biRhuI/AAAAAAAAA1w/FFtlXpZFNzE/s1600-h/tamagotchi_0124_ubt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SvKi7biRhuI/AAAAAAAAA1w/FFtlXpZFNzE/s200/tamagotchi_0124_ubt.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ainda hoje sinto um pouco de raiva por ter deixado que alguém tivesse roubado o meu super tamagotchi azul! Aquele que para além de o colocar a dormir, a comer e outras coisas menos proprias para este blog (eheh), dava também para o levar ás compras! Era tão giro e alguém mo roubou do bolso do casaco de ganga&amp;nbsp;que eu detestava vestir, que tinha umas risquinhas vermelhas e uns bonequitos no bolso. urrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Pois é, mas lembro-me como estas maquinitas nos faziam perder a cabeça, chegando a fazer apostas de quem deixava o seu morrer primeiro ou de obrigar os nossos pais a irem às reuniões em que os impingiam computadores e cursos de computadores e no fim sorteavam tamagotchis! Era a loucura...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;mais&amp;nbsp;em: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloguedeideias.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;www.bloguedeideias.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16721409-7416886082264081975?l=butterflylidicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflylidicas.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-outro-dia-o-pingo-hoje.html</link><author>maria19.maria@gmail.com (Lídia Amorim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SvKi7biRhuI/AAAAAAAAA1w/FFtlXpZFNzE/s72-c/tamagotchi_0124_ubt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16721409.post-6162405417963849573</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 12:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-04T14:42:04.675+02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Coisas Serias</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Devaneios</category><title>Ainda sobre diferenças...</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ás vezes chego a sentir-me eu a rídicula, como se os meus assuntos não fossem minimamente interessantes ou demasiado maduros para imaturidade de com quem estou a ter o diálogo... Chego mesmo a pensar em palavras mais fáceis de utilizar e de serem entendidas, ou até calão, de modo a que a pessoa me entenda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Já aconteceu num verão, enquanto ia para a praia com amigas, nem sequer abrir a boca, porque a cada palavra que eu dizia me olhavam assim, como quando olham para as mães delas ou para pessoas mais velhas?? (que é que esta recessa tá a dizer? Vem-me agora com palavras caras... Já deve ter largado uns mil euros...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SvF2HrHfr1I/AAAAAAAAA1o/XWq2OcK_0oU/s1600-h/duvida2_jpg1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SvF2HrHfr1I/AAAAAAAAA1o/XWq2OcK_0oU/s200/duvida2_jpg1.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Penso nisto, porque em certa altura também eu pensei assim e achava as pessoas muito retraídas, pouco descontraídas e infelizes com a vida. Na verdade, mais tarde, vim a perceber bem as diferenças entre o que eu pensava e a realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Não sei. Parece que falar de politica ou da nova colecção que algum estilista lançou ou até de um novo filme ou de uma exposição, são assuntos que não interessam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Será mais interessante falar da vida da amiga da amiga que anda a sair com um gajo feeeiooo e namora ao mesmo tempo com um gajo booommm e anda indecisa na escolha que espera opiniões de toda a gente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Serei eu&lt;/span&gt; ou serão os &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;outros&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;strong&gt;Não entendo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16721409-6162405417963849573?l=butterflylidicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflylidicas.blogspot.com/2009/11/ainda-sobre-diferencas.html</link><author>maria19.maria@gmail.com (Lídia Amorim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SvF2HrHfr1I/AAAAAAAAA1o/XWq2OcK_0oU/s72-c/duvida2_jpg1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16721409.post-2349683671376293764</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 12:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T14:51:59.669+02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Coisas Serias</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Devaneios</category><title>Different??</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Há até quem me chame um pouco esquisita ou até esquisita demais. Mas a verdade é que em muitas coisas, por vezes, me sinto muito diferente das pessoas que me rodeiam. Eu não gosto do trivial na cozinha, nem do café com sabor a água, muito menos de trocar um bom espectáculo cultural por um jantar convívio com milhares de pessoas com quem nem sequer troco impressões. Também não gosto das conversas vagas, sem sentido, preferindo muitas vezes a minha própria companhia, não gosto de ler livros que toda a gente lê ou que toda a gente diz que lê, de ouvir musica que toda a gente ouve e ainda muito menos ir comprar onde toda a gente compra. Sou diferente? Pronto! Para mim, perfeitamente normal, mas com gostos diferentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Por exemplo, prefiro um bom foccaccia com mozarella, tomate, frango, alface e agrião, regado com um fiozinho de azeite, especiarias e umas rodelinhas de azeitonas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E ainda um cafezinho Arábia acompanhado de um pauzinho de canela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E é isso que é servido, &lt;strong&gt;dentro de minutos… hummmm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16721409-2349683671376293764?l=butterflylidicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflylidicas.blogspot.com/2009/11/different.html</link><author>maria19.maria@gmail.com (Lídia Amorim)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16721409.post-5498320799927571530</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 12:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-29T14:51:42.894+02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Videos; Divertidos</category><title>O Pingu</title><description>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SumPHWsy2VI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/84Cxi3sSn6E/s1600-h/pingu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SumPHWsy2VI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/84Cxi3sSn6E/s200/pingu.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje sem querer, fui&amp;nbsp;dar com alguns momentos da minha infância e algumas personagens que fizeram parte dela. Essencialmente, Pingu. Uma&amp;nbsp;foca adorável do Pólo Sul, que vive com o Pai que é Carteiro, a sua mãe e a sua irmã Pinga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eram momentos de super concentração, sempre que passava o genérico do Pingu e lá ia eu viajar um pouco até uma família que vivia dentro de um Iglô, cheio de cores e que parecia bem quentinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Super divertidos. O episódio que melhor me lembro é quando nasce a Pinga. eheheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Bons momentos da infância, que agora com um click no youtube podem ser recordados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fe3ij6zACqE&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&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/fe3ij6zACqE&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16721409-5498320799927571530?l=butterflylidicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflylidicas.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-pingu.html</link><author>maria19.maria@gmail.com (Lídia Amorim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SumPHWsy2VI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/84Cxi3sSn6E/s72-c/pingu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16721409.post-1837277768991450395</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 10:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-28T14:29:58.313+02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Videos</category><title>Não há pai para isto!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5TuUechur5A&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=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/5TuUechur5A&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Eu gostava de saber de que&amp;nbsp;são feitos estes cérebros!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16721409-1837277768991450395?l=butterflylidicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflylidicas.blogspot.com/2009/10/nao-ha-pai-para-isto.html</link><author>maria19.maria@gmail.com (Lídia Amorim)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16721409.post-540955553671265901</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 11:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-26T13:28:36.500+02:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Fashion</category><title>Não gosto.</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SuWHajkSLYI/AAAAAAAAA1A/QR6pfuPo3Rs/s1600-h/frio_fashion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SuWHajkSLYI/AAAAAAAAA1A/QR6pfuPo3Rs/s320/frio_fashion.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Não gosto nada desta nova moda de em pleno inverno ainda se usarem tops e leggins com túnicas. Pode ser muito fashion, muito descontraído, muito in, muito giro, chiquérrimo… mas eu não gosto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Prefiro as lãs, os casacos bem quentinhos, do que andar por aí a passear-me pela rua com o pingo sempre ao nariz e a morrer de hipotermia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Nem no Brasil que é mais quentinho elas andam assim… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Já diz a minha mãe “Quem quer&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; brio&lt;/span&gt;, passa &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;frio.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16721409-540955553671265901?l=butterflylidicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflylidicas.blogspot.com/2009/10/nao-gosto.html</link><author>maria19.maria@gmail.com (Lídia Amorim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SuWHajkSLYI/AAAAAAAAA1A/QR6pfuPo3Rs/s72-c/frio_fashion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16721409.post-4350210212081724172</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 16:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-23T19:58:01.796+03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Devaneios</category><title>Seulement plus une semaine...</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mais uma semana passada a correr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Os dias? Já nem conto. Para não ter que me ver a&amp;nbsp;cronometrar o tempo para chegar a algum lado ainda&amp;nbsp;incógnito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Uma semana que passou, iniciada em novos projectos, mais uma fase da vida e de tantas outras que poderão vir? ou não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Como diria o outro "Só sei que nada sei!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Bom Fim-de-Semana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Não esqueçam de visitar: &lt;a href="http://www.bloguedeideias.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.bloguedeideias.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16721409-4350210212081724172?l=butterflylidicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflylidicas.blogspot.com/2009/10/seulement-plus-une-semaine.html</link><author>maria19.maria@gmail.com (Lídia Amorim)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16721409.post-4984194012852123608</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Oct 2009 22:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-21T01:10:59.204+03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Leituras</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Coisas Serias</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Tecnologia</category><title>Nasceu hoje!!!</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pelas 16h00 a 19 de Outubro de 2009&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/St40wVriltI/AAAAAAAAA0w/HvyN6n6pWJ0/s1600-h/blogue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394807408694564562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/St40wVriltI/AAAAAAAAA0w/HvyN6n6pWJ0/s320/blogue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em &lt;a href="http://www.bloguedeideias.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.bloguedeideias.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16721409-4984194012852123608?l=butterflylidicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflylidicas.blogspot.com/2009/10/nasceu-hoje.html</link><author>maria19.maria@gmail.com (Lídia Amorim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/St40wVriltI/AAAAAAAAA0w/HvyN6n6pWJ0/s72-c/blogue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16721409.post-4646427765849661200</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2009 17:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-28T20:21:25.612+03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Poemas</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Coisas Serias</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Photos</category><title>O Tempo Passa? Não Passa.</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SsDwTDtEPpI/AAAAAAAAA0c/SVnRQXpw-Ik/s1600-h/Camera+Light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386569364537622162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SsDwTDtEPpI/AAAAAAAAA0c/SVnRQXpw-Ik/s320/Camera+Light.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;O tempo passa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Não passa no abismo do coração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Lá dentro, perdura a graça do amor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;florindo em canção. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;O tempo nos aproxima &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;cada vez mais, nos reduz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;a um só verso e uma rima &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;de mãos e olhos, na luz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Não há tempo consumido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;nem tempo a economizar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;O tempo é todo vestido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;de amor e tempo de amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;O meu tempo e o teu, amada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;transcendem qualquer medida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Além do amor, não há nada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;amar é o sumo da vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;São mitos de calendário &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;tanto o ontem como o agora, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;e o teu aniversário &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;é um nascer toda a hora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;E nosso amor, que brotou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;do tempo, não tem idade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;pois só quem ama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;escutou o apelo da eternidade.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;É de Carlos Drummond de Andrade e é lindo, lindo!&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/16721409-4646427765849661200?l=butterflylidicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflylidicas.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-tempo-passa-nao-passa.html</link><author>maria19.maria@gmail.com (Lídia Amorim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SsDwTDtEPpI/AAAAAAAAA0c/SVnRQXpw-Ik/s72-c/Camera+Light.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16721409.post-5915097451331551634</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 10:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-17T13:56:44.513+03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Coisas Serias</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Photos</category><title>ñ</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SrIVUj02QkI/AAAAAAAAA0U/rABvHpsuVeA/s1600-h/P290609_12.490001.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382387947619631682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SrIVUj02QkI/AAAAAAAAA0U/rABvHpsuVeA/s400/P290609_12.490001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;"Negrume" - Photo by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;Nem sei que se pode chamar a isto, mas para mim é a fase nãooo e de não em tamanho 60, Arial Black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;O corpo sente-se dormente e sedentário, a mente está em constante agitação e tudo à volta gira, gira, gira... Não é sindrome vertiginosa ou H1N1, é cansaço do nada constante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;O amanhã não chega, o presente demora a passar e o futuro é constantemente implaneável e incerto, é talvez uma fase de negação, para outros uma fase de introspecção e ainda existem outros que chamam de "perído de auto-diagnose"... No fundo tantas palavras a custar 1000€ para uma explicação que pode ser simples, directa e realista, muito realista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;Mas a realidade é que nem eu, que sinto, sei o que sinto.&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/16721409-5915097451331551634?l=butterflylidicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflylidicas.blogspot.com/2009/09/n.html</link><author>maria19.maria@gmail.com (Lídia Amorim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SrIVUj02QkI/AAAAAAAAA0U/rABvHpsuVeA/s72-c/P290609_12.490001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16721409.post-9111560795436660728</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 20:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-09T23:51:24.811+03:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>TV</category><title>Desilusão...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SqgUueyv5nI/AAAAAAAAA0M/JFmWpbFTDSo/s1600-h/4384322_eJPba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379572543666513522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SqgUueyv5nI/AAAAAAAAA0M/JFmWpbFTDSo/s400/4384322_eJPba.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bem que poderiam ter dado um daqueles fatinhos completos ao João Manzarra...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Urrrrrrr &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16721409-9111560795436660728?l=butterflylidicas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://butterflylidicas.blogspot.com/2009/09/desilusao.html</link><author>maria19.maria@gmail.com (Lídia Amorim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFQN_rcpIrg/SqgUueyv5nI/AAAAAAAAA0M/JFmWpbFTDSo/s72-c/4384322_eJPba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item></channel></rss>