<?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-2674191792386193251</id><updated>2012-01-31T12:32:21.497Z</updated><title type='text'>Arco iris de sentimentos</title><subtitle type='html'>Porque o que se sente não é sempre igual, tem cores, sabores, cheiros... porque a vida é feita de sentimentos...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>311</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-6565546037886138131</id><published>2010-12-23T14:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-23T14:10:51.612Z</updated><title type='text'>FELIZ NATAL</title><content type='html'>Interrompi este meu silêncio apenas para vos desejar um &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;EXCELENTE NATAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; com tudo de bom! Paz, amor e carinho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por aqui vai ser bem tranquilo, com a&amp;nbsp;família&amp;nbsp;reunida e paparoca boa.... Presentes caros, pois parece que não há, &amp;nbsp;mas a felicidade não me custa dinheiro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRdMu4R5d7gnfpskjqg4cOv5eBvENgMqebFP6wFZ4MAf4UL4BoB" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRdMu4R5d7gnfpskjqg4cOv5eBvENgMqebFP6wFZ4MAf4UL4BoB" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Portem-se mal e abusem nos doces, se não abusarem agora, vão abusar quando? No verão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-6565546037886138131?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6565546037886138131/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=6565546037886138131&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/6565546037886138131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/6565546037886138131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/12/feliz-natal.html' title='FELIZ NATAL'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-846684858812008333</id><published>2010-11-29T10:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-29T10:54:59.232Z</updated><title type='text'>ESTOU VIVA...</title><content type='html'>... mas sem vontade de escrever aqui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou lendo os vossos cantinhos mas só pelo Reader, confesso! Não comento porque não sei o que dizer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deste lado está tudo bem, muito bem mesmo! Estou a viver uma fase fantástica mas extremamente cansativa! Trabalho como nunca e vida pessoal a mil... não tenho tempo/ energia/ vontade para me dedicar aqui ao boteco como ele merece, por isso não me dedico de todo! Sou sempre assim, ou faço bem, ou não faço...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia voltarei cheia de energia...até lá.... BEIJOCAS e ABRAÇOS! Fiquem bem e sejam felizes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQiiuk26zq9pB_FkhODtjSv8n0xAQRbv9_VrNu5lIEFKRSs2eMQsg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQiiuk26zq9pB_FkhODtjSv8n0xAQRbv9_VrNu5lIEFKRSs2eMQsg" /&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/2674191792386193251-846684858812008333?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/846684858812008333/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=846684858812008333&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/846684858812008333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/846684858812008333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/11/estou-viva.html' title='ESTOU VIVA...'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-8689118566712100004</id><published>2010-10-13T11:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T11:08:34.927+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou uma lamechas (mas neste caso justifica-se!)</title><content type='html'>´Tou fartinha de chorar a ver "&lt;a href="http://www.cmjornal.xl.pt/detalhe/noticias/ultima-hora/chile-sete-mineiros-ja-foram-resgatados"&gt;a terra a parir homens&lt;/a&gt;"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem quero imaginar o sofrimento a que estiveram sujeitos os mineiros do Chile e o alivio que deve ser, finalmente, poder abraçar os que se ama!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-8689118566712100004?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8689118566712100004/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=8689118566712100004&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/8689118566712100004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/8689118566712100004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/10/sou-uma-lamechas-mas-neste-caso.html' title='Sou uma lamechas (mas neste caso justifica-se!)'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-6195686331543519149</id><published>2010-10-04T23:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T23:26:38.751+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, e ainda sobre o concerto...</title><content type='html'>Ouvir o Bono a gritar ÉFERRE-A com o seu português manhoso é qualquer coisa para recordar para sempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na vida há momentos perfeitos...ontem tive duas horas desses momentos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já disse que adorei o concerto? Já?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-6195686331543519149?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6195686331543519149/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=6195686331543519149&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/6195686331543519149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/6195686331543519149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/10/ah-e-ainda-sobre-o-concerto.html' title='Ah, e ainda sobre o concerto...'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-3504042355558515783</id><published>2010-10-04T10:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T11:01:16.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Duas palavras...</title><content type='html'>...para descrever o concerto de ontem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BRU &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; TAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O Bono não se mexeu tanto como de costume (aliás, teve que parar de cantar em Magnificent, claramente com dores) e isso fez alguma diferença??? NADA! A voz, a musica, a dedicação e o espectáculo estiveram imparáveis!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E esta vossa amiga teve que chorar ao ouvir a One...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E não, não choveu.... quer dizer, pingou mesmo no fim, quando a banda se despedia, o que serviu de mote para um "I'm singing in the rain..." por parte do Bono...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ai.... gostei tanto....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-3504042355558515783?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3504042355558515783/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=3504042355558515783&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/3504042355558515783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/3504042355558515783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/10/duas-palavras.html' title='Duas palavras...'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-6682449546702540982</id><published>2010-10-03T12:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T12:32:25.951+01:00</updated><title type='text'>U2.... e a constipação certa!</title><content type='html'>Vento, chuva e frio.... há lá melhor tempo para ir ver os U2????&lt;br /&gt;Maravilha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã vou estar doente, mas hoje vai valer a pena, não vai?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-6682449546702540982?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6682449546702540982/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=6682449546702540982&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/6682449546702540982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/6682449546702540982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/10/u2-e-constipacao-certa.html' title='U2.... e a constipação certa!'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-6858232420827220265</id><published>2010-10-01T10:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T10:40:23.661+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou tramada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na consequência do post anterior, fui, cheia de calma (como só eu sou capaz) ao Centro de Saúde! Expliquei a situação à administrativa que foi mesmo muito simpática e me explicou que a única coisa a fazer é um requerimento a pedir para mudar de Médico de Família e a explicar o porquê!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Preenchi tudo direitinho e no motivo resisti à tentação de escrever "Porque o médico é uma besta" e lá fui politicamente correcta!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora é esperar que a nova médica me aceite e que o Director do Centro aprove a mudança.... Parece simples, não parece? Não há motivos para a coisa não correr bem, ou há?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pois....só que por acaso, o Director do Centro é precisamente o Dr. Besta! Está-se mesmo a ver ele a aprovar um requerimento contra ele, não se está?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E entretanto... nada de credenciais para não pagar uma exorbitância por alguns exames que tenho que fazer! Mas eu lá tenho vida para isto?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-6858232420827220265?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6858232420827220265/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=6858232420827220265&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/6858232420827220265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/6858232420827220265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/10/estou-tramada.html' title='Estou tramada'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-5075012586912122504</id><published>2010-09-29T19:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T19:31:32.159+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vá lá que eu tenho muita calma...ou não, ou não!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando se vai ao médico de&amp;nbsp;família&amp;nbsp;para pedir uma credencial e ele não passa porque "não está ao serviço da médica particular" e quando tentamos tirar uma dúvida (que pode ser grave) acerca da nossa saúde e ele responde "Pergunte à médica do particular" faz-se o quê? Hein???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em 5 minutos de "consulta" atendeu duas vezes o telemóvel e não me ajudou em nada....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saí de lá tão enervada que nem fiz mais nada mas digam-me lá...eu posso exigir que ele me passe as credenciais ou não? É que não sei se ele pode fazer o que quer....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-5075012586912122504?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5075012586912122504/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=5075012586912122504&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/5075012586912122504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/5075012586912122504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/09/va-la-que-eu-tenho-muita-calmaou-nao-ou.html' title='Vá lá que eu tenho muita calma...ou não, ou não!'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-7437143844317380734</id><published>2010-09-23T12:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T12:22:45.989+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida está cheia de riscos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um dos maiores é ir ao cabeleireiro e dizer: "Corta o que for preciso para ficar sem pontas estragadas"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Arriscamo-nos a sair de lá com menos meio metro de cabelo e com vontade de chorar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se hoje alguém me diz que não se nota que cortei o cabelo, sou menina para usar estas duas mãozinhas para apertar um pescoço, ai sou sou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-7437143844317380734?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7437143844317380734/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=7437143844317380734&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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únicas mulheres que fazem topless são aquelas de quem já ninguém quer saber se têm marcas do bikini ou não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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title='Constatações de férias #2'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-1536498869167696430</id><published>2010-09-20T11:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T11:18:31.198+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Constatações de férias #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Setembro é o melhor mês para ir de férias:&amp;nbsp;um Algarve sem filas, sem enchentes, sem confusão sabe bem! O clima ainda está bem bom, os dias ainda são grandinhos e dá para aproveitar bem a praia, que temos quase só para nós!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E os preços, meus amigos, os preços são tão mais jeitosos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTMyM54KNkazwQpQyo_IU99tjAiPzBczt1FbMz2BTeBAPpZkUE&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__mTpAy9hHV40su1WL7NN6A9AZXEo=" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTMyM54KNkazwQpQyo_IU99tjAiPzBczt1FbMz2BTeBAPpZkUE&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__mTpAy9hHV40su1WL7NN6A9AZXEo=" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou de volta, para o caso de não terem dado por ela...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-1536498869167696430?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1536498869167696430/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=1536498869167696430&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/1536498869167696430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/1536498869167696430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/09/constatacoes-de-ferias-1.html' title='Constatações de férias #1'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-8544842900733579842</id><published>2010-09-10T12:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T12:20:02.275+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Xauzinho....</title><content type='html'>Vá, não chorem, vou andar uns tempos afastada aqui do boteco!&lt;br /&gt;Sou capaz de andar a passear, a dormir ou a não fazer nadinha... mas no portátil é que não vou estar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divirtam-se, portem-se bem e não façam nada que eu não fizesse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRBwLHcUdr_4h1mOq_Sn1wN-WjvP9AzxfK1Otqlcu1shb_tK8k&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__m80wrH1Ws8D3ax4X7mosKNhRzwo=" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRBwLHcUdr_4h1mOq_Sn1wN-WjvP9AzxfK1Otqlcu1shb_tK8k&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__m80wrH1Ws8D3ax4X7mosKNhRzwo=" /&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/2674191792386193251-8544842900733579842?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8544842900733579842/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=8544842900733579842&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/8544842900733579842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/8544842900733579842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/09/xauzinho.html' title='Xauzinho....'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-6607567577505211880</id><published>2010-09-09T14:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T14:04:34.542+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dizem que a noite é boa conselheira...</title><content type='html'>.... Mas que é que disse à noite que eu queria conselhos????????????&lt;br /&gt;Eu só queria ter dormido alguma coisa de jeito!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-6607567577505211880?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6607567577505211880/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=6607567577505211880&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/6607567577505211880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/6607567577505211880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/09/dizem-que-noite-e-boa-conselheira.html' title='Dizem que a noite é boa conselheira...'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-1175735500940679353</id><published>2010-09-08T18:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T18:53:10.542+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai que eu não gosto disto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSAloTO_Zr24ylLs6ibf6cWOEuZ-xzdgGl4poUZCzDbYbhjRmQ&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__XSo433bWpWPFxs5YO5hklFbgChU=" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="159" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSAloTO_Zr24ylLs6ibf6cWOEuZ-xzdgGl4poUZCzDbYbhjRmQ&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__XSo433bWpWPFxs5YO5hklFbgChU=" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Se a minha cabeça fosse uma auto-estrada, neste momento havia um choque em cadeia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Milhões de pensamentos que se cruzam, chocam, fazem marcha-atrás...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tenho o Tico e o Teco a pôr lenha que nem doidos na máquina a vapor que me alimenta o cérebro, e para quê?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para nada.... porque nada depende de mim! Não gosto de não ter o total controlo da minha vida! Ai não gosto, não!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-1175735500940679353?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1175735500940679353/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=1175735500940679353&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/1175735500940679353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/1175735500940679353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/09/ai-que-eu-nao-gosto-disto.html' title='Ai que eu não gosto disto!'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-7898336063160245892</id><published>2010-09-07T16:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T16:51:55.444+01:00</updated><title type='text'>É que tem tudo a ver com esta época...</title><content type='html'>... mas hoje deu-me para este lado! 'Bora lá...todos a cantar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" style="background-image: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/HWv72L4wgCc/hqdefault.jpg);" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HWv72L4wgCc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HWv72L4wgCc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&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/2674191792386193251-7898336063160245892?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7898336063160245892/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=7898336063160245892&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/7898336063160245892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/7898336063160245892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/09/e-que-tem-tudo-ver-com-esta-epoca.html' title='É que tem tudo a ver com esta época...'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-8574640645507318562</id><published>2010-09-06T12:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T12:28:52.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabem que o vosso cérebro ainda não está pronto para voltar ao trabalho quando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Entram no carro onde está um calor infernal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Carregam no botão para abrir os vidros, ouvem um barulho como se o vidro estivesse a abrir mas o dito cujo não se mexe! Repetem o processo e o raio dos vidros continuam sem se mexer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amaldiçoam a vossa vida, o raio da centralina que avariou outra vez, começam a fazer contas à vida e a desesperar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como o calor é tanto, ligam o ar condicionado que, incrivelmente, não arrefece o carro como se esperaria e como de costume! Como não percebem nada de carros, pensam que o raio da centralina também&amp;nbsp;influencia o AC e está tudo atrofiadito!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fazem o caminho todo a transpirar e a ver a vidinha a andar para trás...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chegam a casa, saem do carro e... surpresa das surpresas: os vidros das janelas de trás estão abertos!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Convém carregar no botão certo para abrir os vidros desejados.... BURRA pah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.themonkeycage.org/monkey.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.themonkeycage.org/monkey.JPG" width="196" /&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/2674191792386193251-8574640645507318562?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8574640645507318562/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=8574640645507318562&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/8574640645507318562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/8574640645507318562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/09/sabem-que-o-vosso-cerebro-ainda-nao.html' title='Sabem que o vosso cérebro ainda não está pronto para voltar ao trabalho quando...'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-88282222687638496</id><published>2010-09-04T15:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T15:03:39.912+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bolonha foi a melhor invenção depois da roda...ou não, ou não!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para quem não sabe, o&amp;nbsp;Processo&amp;nbsp;de Bolonha não fez mais do que transformar os&amp;nbsp;bacharelados&amp;nbsp;em licenciaturas e estas em mestrados! (Eu sei que não é isto que era suposto mas alguém me dá provas que não foi isto que aconteceu?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Isso quer dizer o quê no meu caso concreto?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que não posso fazer um mestrado na área do ensino, que é a que me interessa, porque já tenho o estágio pedagógico realizado e não o vou repetir! E obviamente não posso ir tirar um&amp;nbsp;doutoramento&amp;nbsp;sem ter um mestrado...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Resumindo: posso tirar um mestrado numa área que nem me interesse muito só porque sim ou posso continuar com uma licenciatura que, embora seja Pré-Bolonha, e teoricamente valha o mesmo que um mestrado actual na prática já não tem o mesmo peso....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se não for bem assim, alguém que me explique, por favor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-88282222687638496?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/88282222687638496/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=88282222687638496&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/88282222687638496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/88282222687638496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/09/bolonha-foi-melhor-invencao-depois-da.html' title='Bolonha foi a melhor invenção depois da roda...ou não, ou não!'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-3423807511526571531</id><published>2010-09-03T09:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T09:33:52.222+01:00</updated><title type='text'>É a "viding"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O pimpolhito teve ontem o seu primeiro dia de escola! Aos 3 anos deixou de estar com a mãe e com uma tia/avó a tempo inteiro e foi para o infantário!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Passei o dia todo com o coração apertado, porque ele poderia estar a sofrer, porque podia não se adaptar... Parece que correu tudo bem, que não chorou, comeu, dormiu, brincou...enfim, fez o que é suposto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas não gosto deste papel secundário, ou melhor, terciário na vida dele, a não ser num fim-de-semana de 15 em 15 dias! Nunca vou poder ir a uma festinha da escola, não vou estar nos momentos importantes e marcantes da vida dele...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Caramba, se eu nem vou com o pai buscá-lo porque sei que isso ia provocar um ataque à mãe dele e quero protegê-lo de ver essas figuras....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Resta-me ir fazendo o melhor que sei quando ele está connosco e agradecer cada abraço apertado e cada "gosto tanto de ti Lia" enquanto durarem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-3423807511526571531?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3423807511526571531/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=3423807511526571531&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/3423807511526571531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/3423807511526571531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/09/e-viding.html' title='É a &quot;viding&quot;'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-8265254022878693819</id><published>2010-09-02T09:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T09:09:31.954+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E só um abraço, não?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sabem quando precisam de um "abraço de mãe" ou um "abraço de pai"?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando só precisam de um "vai correr tudo bem" dito por alguém mais velho e que nos sirva de referência, mesmo que seja mentira, mesmo que acabe tudo mal....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Com os meus pais não há nada disso! O meu pai é bom a julgar, a criticar e a castigar cada pequeno erro ou falha, mesmo que ele tenha feito bem pior na sua vida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A minha mãe transforma todo e qualquer problema no seu drama pessoal. Acabo a ser eu a dar-lhe força e se nem a tenho para mim, como a posso dar a alguém?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vou dar-vos um exemplo de como correria dar uma má noticia aos meus pais:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu - Tenho aqui uma unha do pé encravada e dói-me tanto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pai - Eu já te disse que devias cortar as unhas a direito e ter cuidado! Agora mereces a dor e devia era ser pior para aprenderes! Além disso, estás a contar-me para quê? Sou médico, por acaso?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mãe - Ai a minha vida! Nunca tenho descanso! Já tenho tantos problemas e agora mais isto! O que é que vou fazer? Só me acontecem desgraças! Não tenho sorte nenhuma... (e depois chora, e chora...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E é assim que eu e o meu mano adoramos os nossos pais, mas não lhes contamos metade dos nossos problemas nem das ocorrências da nossa vida! E às vezes um abraço apertadinho era tão bem vindo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-8265254022878693819?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8265254022878693819/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=8265254022878693819&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/8265254022878693819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/8265254022878693819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/09/e-so-um-abraco-nao.html' title='E só um abraço, não?'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-8509129589437385813</id><published>2010-08-31T21:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T21:28:39.939+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Notas soltas - a continuação</title><content type='html'>- &amp;nbsp;o casamento foi a pior coisinha a que já fui! Pois que os noivos estavam muito lindos e felizes, pois que vi família que não via há décadas e pois que descobri que tinha mais primos do que notas de 5€ no banco... mas saí de lá e fui jantar ao McDonald's tal era a fomeca... é preciso dizer mais?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- o pimpolhito (que não é meu filhote, sou só a madrasta má que está com ele de 15 em 15 dias) adorou o seu aniversário, com as prendas todas e o bolo dos "&lt;i&gt;Shim sons"&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;*. Na 2ª fomos ao Zoo da Maia e sobrevivemos todos, sendo que ele gostou mesmo dos animais! A sesta é que é&amp;nbsp;imprescindível&amp;nbsp;que depois nem o diabo aqui pára em casa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- amanhã faço os tão famosos 30, Yupi, oh yeah, que emoção! E agora que já celebramos, dá para saltar já para 5ª? Preferia.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;i&gt; The Simpsons, pois claro!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-8509129589437385813?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8509129589437385813/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=8509129589437385813&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/8509129589437385813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/8509129589437385813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/notas-soltas-continuacao.html' title='Notas soltas - a continuação'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-3695700096287847756</id><published>2010-08-27T17:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T17:08:58.201+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Notas soltas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Amanhã vamos a um casamento onde não conhecemos ninguém (vá, conhecemos os meus pais e o meu mano) e nem me lembro do nome do noivo, teoricamente meu primo (em 20º grau, só se for)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- No domingo o pimpolhito faz três aninhos... a prenda está pronta e montada no quarto! O bolo encomendado, a festa preparada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Vamos a ver se sobrevivo a 2ª feira, porque vai haver passeio, e pic nic, com o pimpolhito e com a avó dele... E se com ele "é na boa", com a sogrinha a coisa complica-se quando ele está... como é que uma relação entre duas pessoas pode ser tão boa numas alturas &amp;nbsp;e quando há um piolho no meio muda tudo?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- 4ª feira é dia de anos...TRINTA, senhores, TRINTA! Chiça penico que 'tou velha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No meio disto tudo, pode ser que eu não tenha tempo para pensar muito que não posso gastar os recursos limitados do meu cérebro a magicar em assuntos que não dependem de mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora então tenham um bom fim de semana que eu sou pessoa para andar por aí a laurear a pevide sem o portátil atrás, sim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-3695700096287847756?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3695700096287847756/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=3695700096287847756&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/3695700096287847756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/3695700096287847756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/notas-soltas.html' title='Notas soltas'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-4618998536475778194</id><published>2010-08-27T09:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T09:01:09.887+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Conhecem por aí algum manicómio????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb281/ameechelle/Insanity/definition.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="146" src="http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb281/ameechelle/Insanity/definition.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E se misturarmos ansiedade, medo, esperança e alguma dor temos o quê?&lt;br /&gt;Uma mulher à beira de um ataque de nervos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou lavar o carro para me distrair.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOCORRO! Estou a&amp;nbsp;ficar&amp;nbsp;doidinha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-4618998536475778194?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4618998536475778194/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=4618998536475778194&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/4618998536475778194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/4618998536475778194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/conhecem-por-ai-algum-manicomio.html' title='Conhecem por aí algum manicómio????'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb281/ameechelle/Insanity/th_definition.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-2907400990666221007</id><published>2010-08-25T14:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T14:04:33.964+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai....a nostalgia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;No outro dia andava na minha ronda blogueira e dei de caras com&lt;a href="http://camaralenta-margarida.blogspot.com/2010/08/ao-que-parece.html"&gt;&amp;nbsp;isto&lt;/a&gt;! Depois de ir ver a versão em português, foi a desgraça!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Passei o resto da tarde a cantar (pois, 'tá bem) as musicas todas dos Onda Choc que há no Youtube! Triste é que sei ainda as letras todas... confesso que houve uma lagrimita teimosa que queria aparecer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Estou a uma semana dos 30 e estas coisas só me fazem sentir velhota!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;E vocês, não acham isto tão mais giro que a Floribella?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" style="background-image: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/0MQBfpCL1C0/hqdefault.jpg);" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0MQBfpCL1C0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0MQBfpCL1C0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&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/2674191792386193251-2907400990666221007?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2907400990666221007/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=2907400990666221007&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/2907400990666221007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/2907400990666221007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/aia-nostalgia.html' title='Ai....a nostalgia!'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-2294036237123355515</id><published>2010-08-24T09:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T09:56:13.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ei-lo a bombar, ou 21ª letrinha</title><content type='html'>E eis que o desafio aqui do boteco ganhou mesmo novo fôlego e já há outra letrinha, prontinha a ser dada a conhecer ao mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desta vez foi a simpática &lt;a href="http://www.coisas-esdruxulas.blogspot.com/"&gt;anaferro&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;a enviar a sua participação, numa caligrafia não tão "coiso" como a do Bloguótico mas tão mais fácil de ler! Muito obrigada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aqui vai a mensagem que a nossa protagonista de hoje nos deixa:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/THOJEG-Y8rI/AAAAAAAAAQc/2EXpQrzcegc/s1600/ana+ferro.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/THOJEG-Y8rI/AAAAAAAAAQc/2EXpQrzcegc/s320/ana+ferro.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Quem quiser participar, é enviar uma mensagem... a gerência agradece!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-2294036237123355515?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2294036237123355515/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=2294036237123355515&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/2294036237123355515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/2294036237123355515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/ei-lo-bombar-ou-21-letrinha.html' title='Ei-lo a bombar, ou 21ª letrinha'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/THOJEG-Y8rI/AAAAAAAAAQc/2EXpQrzcegc/s72-c/ana+ferro.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-2048774235817197778</id><published>2010-08-23T19:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T19:55:59.912+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Selinhos a quadriplicar</title><content type='html'>A &lt;a href="http://raiz-de-pensamentos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Artemisa&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(uma querida) lembrou-se de mim e ofereceu-me quatro selinhos mai' lindos! Obrigada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora o primeiro é este:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N-6lpBFFvYg/TG-rVn9c6yI/AAAAAAAABYw/1mBZhek4Pmk/s1600/cachorrinhos_2009+(Saint).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N-6lpBFFvYg/TG-rVn9c6yI/AAAAAAAABYw/1mBZhek4Pmk/s320/cachorrinhos_2009+(Saint).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(e eu que A-DO-RO cães!!!!)&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: justify;"&gt;O segundo vem a ser este:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-6lpBFFvYg/TG-rYxywUwI/AAAAAAAABY4/2z3WFuT0byI/s1600/Eve2+(Saint).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-6lpBFFvYg/TG-rYxywUwI/AAAAAAAABY4/2z3WFuT0byI/s320/Eve2+(Saint).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mas este tem regras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Enumerar o meu maior acto de coragem, a vez em que tive mais medo e uma mania irritante que tenha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Maior acto de coragem: &lt;/b&gt;Deixar tudo para trás e vir para Coimbra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- A vez em que tive mais medo:&lt;/b&gt; Dessa mesmo! Não é fácil tomar uma decisão destas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Uma mania irritante que tenha&lt;/b&gt;: sou teimosa e quero tudo à minha maneira!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;E mais um selinho:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-6lpBFFvYg/TG-r6bRu_CI/AAAAAAAABZA/03JDfuymsLU/s1600/este+blog+leva-me+a+viajar+(Saint).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-6lpBFFvYg/TG-r6bRu_CI/AAAAAAAABZA/03JDfuymsLU/s320/este+blog+leva-me+a+viajar+(Saint).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E mais regras:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dizer para onde gostava de viajar e com quem:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Itália (toda, de uma pontinha à outra) e qualquer sítio com sol e praias paradisiacas com o meu moço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eurodisney com o meu moço e com o pimpolhito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E agora o último selinho:&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/_N-6lpBFFvYg/TG-uWoytguI/AAAAAAAABZI/fGy0xThir-8/s1600/este+blog+tem+qualidade++(denise)" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N-6lpBFFvYg/TG-uWoytguI/AAAAAAAABZI/fGy0xThir-8/s320/este+blog+tem+qualidade++(denise)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E as regras deste:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1 - postar o selo e dizer quem ofereceu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2 - Enumerar três coisas em que reparo no sexo oposto:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;- Olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;- Sentido de humor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;- Mãos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3 - Enumerar três coisas que não suporto no sexo&amp;nbsp;oposto:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - mau-feitio (já chego eu)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - mania de que são bons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - falta de inteligência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora devia distribuir os selinhos por aí, mas já cumpri as regras todas, vou baldar-me a esta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-2048774235817197778?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2048774235817197778/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=2048774235817197778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/2048774235817197778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/2048774235817197778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/selinhos-quadriplicar.html' title='Selinhos a quadriplicar'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N-6lpBFFvYg/TG-rVn9c6yI/AAAAAAAABYw/1mBZhek4Pmk/s72-c/cachorrinhos_2009+(Saint).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-5751005902779813613</id><published>2010-08-23T09:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T09:30:05.632+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E o desafio renasce, ou 20ª letrinha</title><content type='html'>Depois da fantástica participação do Bloguótico (a propósito, a solução da sua intricada mensagem está &lt;a href="http://cronicadumbloguotico.blogspot.com/2010/08/devia-ter-seguido-medicina.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;) foi a vez da &lt;a href="http://camaralenta-margarida.blogspot.com/"&gt;MM&lt;/a&gt; também particpar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desta vez com uma caligrafia bem mais legível, o seu bilhetinho foi o seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/THIxh3LtIyI/AAAAAAAAAQM/uskyclXblyk/s1600/mm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/THIxh3LtIyI/AAAAAAAAAQM/uskyclXblyk/s320/mm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Muito e muito obrigada!&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;Quem quiser enviar uma mensagem, escrita pela própria mão, força! Eu vou adorar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-5751005902779813613?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5751005902779813613/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=5751005902779813613&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/5751005902779813613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/5751005902779813613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-o-desafio-renasce-ou-20-letrinha.html' title='E o desafio renasce, ou 20ª letrinha'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/THIxh3LtIyI/AAAAAAAAAQM/uskyclXblyk/s72-c/mm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-1701456314373935418</id><published>2010-08-20T19:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T19:26:17.570+01:00</updated><title type='text'>É oficial: MORRI</title><content type='html'>Fui jogar ténis com o meu moço, ou melhor, fui tentar acertar com a raquete na bola num campo de ténis... e devo dizer que a minha forma&amp;nbsp;física&amp;nbsp;ainda está pior do que eu pensava!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;Estou que nem posso e amanhã aposto que vai ser pior!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora vou só ali morrer um bocadinho, não façam muito barulho, sim? Obrigadinha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/_Z0hYpP1D5CE/S5h4Q3WZ3JI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Pd3-9YeHigE/s1600/call+me+late.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="156" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0hYpP1D5CE/S5h4Q3WZ3JI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Pd3-9YeHigE/s200/call+me+late.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ah, e bom fim de semana que eu não vou andar por aqui!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-1701456314373935418?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1701456314373935418/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=1701456314373935418&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/1701456314373935418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/1701456314373935418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-oficial-morri.html' title='É oficial: MORRI'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z0hYpP1D5CE/S5h4Q3WZ3JI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Pd3-9YeHigE/s72-c/call+me+late.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-5620943420349865606</id><published>2010-08-20T10:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T12:01:53.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Xiii...do que ele se foi lembrar, ou então: 19ª letrinha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eh pá, vocês lembram-se de um desafio que eu tinha aqui no blogue, de me enviarem algo escrito com a vossa letra?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não se lembram? Pois, eu também já não me lembrava! Mas o &lt;a href="http://cronicadumbloguotico.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sr. Bloguótico&lt;/a&gt; lembrou-se e resolveu participar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A ele o meu muito obrigada! Aqui vai a participação dele, com esforço percebe-se tudo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/TG5J6ey1nLI/AAAAAAAAAP8/VzsLO-_h9Gk/s1600/blogu%C3%B3tico.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/TG5J6ey1nLI/AAAAAAAAAP8/VzsLO-_h9Gk/s320/blogu%C3%B3tico.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora que este desafio renasceu das cinzas, qual fénix, quem quiser participar está à vontade! É com todo o gosto que recebo as vossas letras e as publico!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS &lt;/b&gt;- Para quem não faz ideia do que estamos aqui a falar, é ir cuscar &lt;a href="http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2009/10/desafio.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adenda à adenda:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Estava aqui a tradução, no entanto, e a conselho do participante deste post, resolvi retirá-la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Digam vocês o que acham que está escrito na mensagem do Bloguótico!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-5620943420349865606?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5620943420349865606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=5620943420349865606&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/5620943420349865606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/5620943420349865606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/xiiido-que-ele-se-foi-lembrar-ou-entao.html' title='Xiii...do que ele se foi lembrar, ou então: 19ª letrinha!'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/TG5J6ey1nLI/AAAAAAAAAP8/VzsLO-_h9Gk/s72-c/blogu%C3%B3tico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-6657858766641636509</id><published>2010-08-19T16:24:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T17:29:19.525+01:00</updated><title type='text'>É de mim...</title><content type='html'>... ou a vida, às vezes, é uma grande seca????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ10whMSaC7ilELhdUl9SbbNpNgTtAL6vnWhNGq5agoAxewCJY&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__dIwXgVzg5zzcPI5-lEIOply1_Bk=" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ10whMSaC7ilELhdUl9SbbNpNgTtAL6vnWhNGq5agoAxewCJY&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__dIwXgVzg5zzcPI5-lEIOply1_Bk=" /&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/2674191792386193251-6657858766641636509?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6657858766641636509/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=6657858766641636509&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/6657858766641636509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/6657858766641636509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-de-mim.html' title='É de mim...'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-3073306315763126674</id><published>2010-08-18T08:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T08:51:31.930+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Qual David Ghetta, qual quê!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Provavelmente já toda a gente conhece, mas só agora é que a descobri... vale a pena ouvir, mesmo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" style="background-image: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/MxP8GuIRUEA/hqdefault.jpg);" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MxP8GuIRUEA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MxP8GuIRUEA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tas com azia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Querias ir lá e ela na queria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Vai com a prima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;É uma requemba, é uma vadia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isso﻿ nem é muito mau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ela só quer é ma vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eles dizem que vais lá e tal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aí eu só quero é carapau&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tu es um ganda trola&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A piquena pareçe um toiro&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Já varou o careca, o moreno e o loiro&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ai miga tu tás tu com essa piquena&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ela﻿ é uma﻿ ganda requemba&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ja viste aquele corpo, tá cada vez melhor&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Opa tá todo torto e safa isso por favor&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ai miga tu tás tu com essa piquena&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ela é uma ganda requemba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;AIOO Uh ca ganda pexe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-3073306315763126674?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3073306315763126674/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=3073306315763126674&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/3073306315763126674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/3073306315763126674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/qual-david-ghetta-qual-que.html' title='Qual David Ghetta, qual quê!'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-8015090882855476725</id><published>2010-08-17T10:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T10:23:38.134+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aluguer de Camions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/TGk19PmwfuI/AAAAAAAAAP0/_qJwz_mP1jo/s1600/camion.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/TGk19PmwfuI/AAAAAAAAAP0/_qJwz_mP1jo/s320/camion.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camions? A sério? Que é feito dos camiões?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-8015090882855476725?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8015090882855476725/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=8015090882855476725&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/8015090882855476725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/8015090882855476725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/aluguer-de-camions.html' title='Aluguer de Camions...'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/TGk19PmwfuI/AAAAAAAAAP0/_qJwz_mP1jo/s72-c/camion.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-5534260125566256128</id><published>2010-08-16T10:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T10:24:12.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Diário de uma mimada, por Lucky Maria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Olá, para quem não me conhece, eu sou a Lucky, a cadela amorosa da dona deste boteco...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vou ensinar como ter mimo a toda e qualquer hora, pode ser? Claro que isto só se serve para os amiguinhos de quem por aqui passa! Se eles não forem tão&amp;nbsp;instruídos&amp;nbsp;como eu e não souberem ler, são vocês, os donos, que têm que lhes ensinar, ok?&lt;/div&gt;Então, aqui vai:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Primeiro passo&lt;/b&gt;: esperem que alguém se sente no sofá e usem o pé dessa pessoa como almofada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/TGkBTQKQuQI/AAAAAAAAAPU/OCR1Nh-HKdA/s1600/023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/TGkBTQKQuQI/AAAAAAAAAPU/OCR1Nh-HKdA/s200/023.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Segundo passo&lt;/b&gt;: agarrem-se a esse pé como se a vossa vida dependesse disso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/TGkB4DY6s5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/LIr2ZYtTL7Y/s1600/026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/TGkB4DY6s5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/LIr2ZYtTL7Y/s200/026.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Terceiro passo&lt;/b&gt;: vai chegar o ponto em que vos começam a fazer festinhas com os dedos do pé...sabe tão bem no pescoço...hmmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/TGkCI7Tan5I/AAAAAAAAAPk/A63E4Aai4Cc/s1600/024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/TGkCI7Tan5I/AAAAAAAAAPk/A63E4Aai4Cc/s200/024.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quarto passo&lt;/b&gt;: se (e atentem na ousadia) se fartarem de vos fazer miminhos e alegarem que está calor e o pêlo não ajuda, olhem com o vosso olhar mais triste e vão lá buscar o pé novamente! Não falha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/TGkCv0Y8LRI/AAAAAAAAAPs/4ZqG0iwsclM/s1600/027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/TGkCv0Y8LRI/AAAAAAAAAPs/4ZqG0iwsclM/s200/027.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Vá... não precisam de agradecer, estou aqui é para isso! Agora vou ali deitar-me que já está um pé a chamar por mim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-5534260125566256128?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5534260125566256128/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=5534260125566256128&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/5534260125566256128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/5534260125566256128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/diario-de-uma-mimada-por-lucky-maria.html' title='Diário de uma mimada, por Lucky Maria'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/TGkBTQKQuQI/AAAAAAAAAPU/OCR1Nh-HKdA/s72-c/023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-7227929938065329082</id><published>2010-08-13T09:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T09:32:06.029+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Expliquem-me lá como se eu fosse muito burra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQCU7GmIR8GkqOKk7uMKYvt6L7Q8d5QmPylgySZXn35la_-UP0&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__LgjdUpYkd7CV7laCuJBe74ISNxI=" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQCU7GmIR8GkqOKk7uMKYvt6L7Q8d5QmPylgySZXn35la_-UP0&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__LgjdUpYkd7CV7laCuJBe74ISNxI=" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O que é que leva pais a levar as crianças para a praia na hora de maior calor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos nossos dias de férias fomos praticamente todos os dias à praia, com o seguinte horário:&lt;br /&gt;das 8h/9h (sim, muitas vezes fomos os primeiros a chegar que o pimpolhito não brinca em serviço e às 7h e pouco já está acordado) até às 11h/11h30&lt;br /&gt;das 17h (ou depois do pimpolhito acordar da sesta) até fartar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que me faz confusão é que havia pessoas a fazer exactamente o contrário: chegavam quando nós saiamos e iam embora quando&amp;nbsp;estávamos&amp;nbsp;a voltar. A questão é: isto é normal? As pessoas não têm noção?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu adoro estar morena e sou doidinha pelo sol mas se tiver cancro da pele depois acabou a praia para sempre, por isso, fazendo as contas, prefiro ter cuidado agora! Com crianças então... os cuidados têm que se redobrar, não? Tem lógica ou sou só eu?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-7227929938065329082?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7227929938065329082/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=7227929938065329082&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/7227929938065329082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/7227929938065329082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/expliquem-me-la-como-se-eu-fosse-muito.html' title='Expliquem-me lá como se eu fosse muito burra'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-1019979646932764029</id><published>2010-08-12T11:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T17:12:51.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Selos, desafios e afins</title><content type='html'>A &lt;a href="http://chiuuupr.blogspot.com/"&gt;PR"&lt;/a&gt; é uma querida muito querida e ofereceu-me este selinho, lindo lindo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNPKlMNKIP4/TGJqcMfEqVI/AAAAAAAAAvo/YI9OqQYWCtA/s1600/Selo%2BOficial%2Bdo%2BBlog%2BEsbo%25C3%25A7os%2Bde%2BTela.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNPKlMNKIP4/TGJqcMfEqVI/AAAAAAAAAvo/YI9OqQYWCtA/s320/Selo%2BOficial%2Bdo%2BBlog%2BEsbo%25C3%25A7os%2Bde%2BTela.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;E este selinho vem com desafio... cá vai ele:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;1 - Quem é que nunca vais conseguir esquecer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;O meu amor, a minha&amp;nbsp;família&amp;nbsp;e os meus amigos (onde incluo os cães...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;2 - Alguém comanda a navegação da tua vida?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu e os que amo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;3 - Oferecer o selo a 3 pessoas ou mais:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;xiiiii..... queria a todos, pode ser? Aqueles que me visitam, levem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;4 - Comentar o blog da criadora:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Estou indo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Além deste selinho, ainda há um desafio a ser respondido, também enviado pela PR". Então é assim:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Atribuir 5 músicas a 5 blogs. É importante que os eleitos dêem continuidade ao desafio, porque é esse o objectivo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Cá vai:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://procaralhinho.blogspot.com/"&gt;FRESCO_E_FOFO:&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm a pretender - The exploding hearts &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- só mesmo pelo nome: muito gostas tu de fingir e de confundir o pessoal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://oogrefala.blogspot.com/"&gt;MR. ME:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Livin' La vida Loca (versão Eddie Murphy / Antonio Banderas - Shrek 2 soundtrack) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Nem é preciso explicar, pois não?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aprviver.blogspot.com/"&gt;BS of Life&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes You can't make ir on your own - U2 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &amp;nbsp;eu estou aqui quando precisares!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;h1 id="watch-headline-title" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #333333; font-size: 1.6666em; font-weight: bold; height: 23px; line-height: 23px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; max-height: 23px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sinto-teafalta.blogspot.com/"&gt;Suspiro:&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Patience - Take That&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Com o tempo tudo volta a ser como antes...ou melhor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://desabafosdegaja.blogspot.com/"&gt;a Gaja:&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;SpaceMan - 4 non Blondes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;- porque me lembraste delas no outro dia, e a letra até tem a ver contigo, não tem?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora vamos todos a responder, sim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-1019979646932764029?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1019979646932764029/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=1019979646932764029&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/1019979646932764029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/1019979646932764029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/selos-desafios-e-afins.html' title='Selos, desafios e afins'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jNPKlMNKIP4/TGJqcMfEqVI/AAAAAAAAAvo/YI9OqQYWCtA/s72-c/Selo%2BOficial%2Bdo%2BBlog%2BEsbo%25C3%25A7os%2Bde%2BTela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-7203437303289439140</id><published>2010-08-11T09:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T09:02:01.177+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai opá...então não é que me esqueci?</title><content type='html'>Então não é que este cantinho fez um ano no dia 4 e eu não lhe liguei nenhuma?&lt;br /&gt;Andava a banhos nas águas quentes do Algarve e olha...escapou-se-me! Paciência....&lt;br /&gt;Mais vale tarde do que nunca, portanto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQnzX0EVlCfp0aN5mblEJI7O57p57HPxIa0V-VLoi-6jyrpX6o&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__LrI7d0ZBEZW6VEHyyJqwzWjpspo=" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQnzX0EVlCfp0aN5mblEJI7O57p57HPxIa0V-VLoi-6jyrpX6o&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__LrI7d0ZBEZW6VEHyyJqwzWjpspo=" width="152" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSbx0tMhzeGafwcJArAQOwnunoSVwN1qdKGsE-rM9u5ll6iu4Q&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__-pn4ofpf02NBD1B59F06KkwNHdg=" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSbx0tMhzeGafwcJArAQOwnunoSVwN1qdKGsE-rM9u5ll6iu4Q&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__-pn4ofpf02NBD1B59F06KkwNHdg=" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Abanquem-se por aí, bebam uma &lt;i&gt;flute&lt;/i&gt; de champanhe e comam uma fatia de bolo! Mais alguma coisa, é só pedir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Obrigada por estarem por aí este ano, não têm&amp;nbsp;juízo&amp;nbsp;nenhum, pois não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-7203437303289439140?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7203437303289439140/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=7203437303289439140&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/7203437303289439140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/7203437303289439140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/ai-opaentao-nao-e-que-me-esqueci.html' title='Ai opá...então não é que me esqueci?'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-7740895049705711145</id><published>2010-08-07T09:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T09:31:17.183+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Diz que sou Bruxa....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Descobri, porque o filho contou &lt;b&gt;enquanto pedia para não ir ter com a mãe&lt;/b&gt;, que uma certa pessoa me chama "Bruxa Lia". Ora vamos lá a ver o que isso significa, exactamente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Depois de uma pesquisa exaustiva e complicadíssima (escrevi Bruxa no Google) apareceu a seguinte definição nesse mundo que dá pelo nome de Wikipédia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSfdkPQsj0GnZhEMVgtE_zlS3gMkDp1R63IwBuZSj1a6X8voi4&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__qYjDzKzyh3guHDCQxjBWBynMh-o=" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSfdkPQsj0GnZhEMVgtE_zlS3gMkDp1R63IwBuZSj1a6X8voi4&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__qYjDzKzyh3guHDCQxjBWBynMh-o=" width="165" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Uma&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;bruxa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;é geralmente retratada no imaginário popular como uma mulher velha e encarquilhada, exímia e contumaz manipuladora de&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magia_Negra" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; text-decoration: none;" title="Magia Negra"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Magia Negra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;e dotada de uma gargalhada terrível.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Alguns autores utilizam o termo, contudo, para designar as mulheres sábias detentoras de conhecimentos sobre a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Natureza" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; text-decoration: none;" title="Natureza"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;natureza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;e, possivelmente,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magia" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; text-decoration: none;" title="Magia"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;magia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Tenho quase, quase 30 anos mas isso não faz de mim assim tão velha, pois não? Aliás, neste momento tenho exactamente a mesma idade de quem me chama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Encarquilhada...oh pá, eu sei que a minha postura não é das melhores, mas é mesmo preciso exagerar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Magia Negra, ah pois é! Domino toda e qualquer magia, mas gosto mais da azul que vai bem com o meu tom de pele... ou da vermelha, em dias de jogos do Benfica! Quem é que acham que levou o Glorioso ao titulo, hein?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Quanto à minha gargalhada, há quem goste! E mais vale rir do que chorar, seja lá como for a gargalhada, né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;A parte das "Sábias detentoras de conhecimentos" confesso que gostei, afinal isto era um elogio e eu não percebi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Agora a sério, vamos lá a ter juízinho que as crianças não têm culpa dos erros dos adultos, e se por aqui nunca ninguém falou mal da mãe, muito pelo contrário (até ensinamos a dizer "a mãe é fixe, o resto que se lixe" e dizemos sempre que a mãe está a trabalhar para comprar papinha para o pimpolhito, mesmo que saibamos que &amp;nbsp;possa não ser assim) era giro que o respeito se mantivesse de parte a parte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;É que as crianças não são burras e é por essas e por outras que, mesmo tendo regras a sério durante duas semanas, depois faz birra quando tem que voltar para a mãe. (Atenção, não estou a dizer que com a mãe não tenha as mesmas regras, só estou a dizer que não o tentamos "comprar" fazendo as vontades todas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-7740895049705711145?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7740895049705711145/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=7740895049705711145&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/7740895049705711145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/7740895049705711145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/diz-que-sou-bruxa.html' title='Diz que sou Bruxa....'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-5535895510925908800</id><published>2010-08-06T21:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T21:36:01.181+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo yo ma people! Lia's back in da house!</title><content type='html'>As férias acabaram, agora vou usar o fim-de-semana para descansar! Está bom de ver que 2 semanas de praia com um terror de quase 3anos não dão descanso a ninguém, só muito divertimento!&lt;br /&gt;Vou dar uma voltita pelos blogues do pessoal e um dia destes (lá para segunda-feira) faço um resumo destas semanitas que agora, sinceramente, não me apetece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora.... vou cuscar por aí....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-5535895510925908800?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5535895510925908800/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=5535895510925908800&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/5535895510925908800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/5535895510925908800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/08/yo-yo-ma-people-lias-back-in-da-house.html' title='Yo yo ma people! Lia&apos;s back in da house!'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-1879114789734399423</id><published>2010-07-23T22:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T22:10:01.075+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E "prontes"</title><content type='html'>'Tá na hora de desligar o portátil e ir dormir que amanhã a viagem começa cedo!&lt;br /&gt;Vão ser duas semanas sem net por isso tentem sobreviver sem mim, sim?&lt;br /&gt;Eu dou uns mergulhos por vocês e tudo, só para verem como eu sou querida....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou de&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt; FÉRIASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Inté....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-1879114789734399423?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1879114789734399423/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=1879114789734399423&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/1879114789734399423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/1879114789734399423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/07/e-prontes.html' title='E &quot;prontes&quot;'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-8220509066032800303</id><published>2010-07-23T09:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T09:22:35.312+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Arthur, the dog</title><content type='html'>Quem por aqui passa sabe que tenho uma cadela, Lucky Maria, de seu nome! O terror em forma de cão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O que vocês ainda não sabem é que o meu verdadeiro e grande amor em termos caninos é outro! Sim, confesso, a Lucky foi só uma substituta!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O dono do meu coração, caninamente falando, não é de tamanho apartamentalmente correcto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apresento-vos Arthur, the dog:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/TEb_Ljwev2I/AAAAAAAAAPA/fyFvd5nvD3c/s1600/032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/TEb_Ljwev2I/AAAAAAAAAPA/fyFvd5nvD3c/s200/032.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/TElQ_Gf0StI/AAAAAAAAAPI/OVA_gj_ZMoQ/s1600/044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/TElQ_Gf0StI/AAAAAAAAAPI/OVA_gj_ZMoQ/s200/044.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ainda morou connosco mas quando o pimpolhito começou a vir aos fins-de-semana tornou-se&amp;nbsp;impossível&amp;nbsp;ter um cão maior que ele. Por muito amoroso que o Arthur seja, só com a cauda ele podia fazer cair o miúdo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Chorei que nem uma perdida quando ele foi embora, mas sei que está bem! Está na aldeia, em casa dos "avós" e namora com a Lucky nos tempos livres e nas férias....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas às vezes tenho tantas saudades dele! Quando falava com ele, ele parecia que entendia! Com a Lucky ganho uma lambidela e vira-me costas, não dá para manter um "diálogo"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;E hoje, lá vão os pombinhos reencontrar-se...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-8220509066032800303?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8220509066032800303/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=8220509066032800303&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 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width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-9206374709982436407</id><published>2010-07-22T11:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T11:14:12.636+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Homens...pffff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Mesmo sabendo que não gostavas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Empenhei o meu anel de rubi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;para te levar ao concerto que havia no&amp;nbsp;Rivoli"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora, se sabias que ela não gostava, porque raio é que a levaste? Não será egoísmo teu? Se a amavas mesmo, então levavas a rapariga a um sitio que ela gostasse, boa?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mais...um homem que tem um anel de rubi, é um 'cadito "&lt;a href="http://apenas24horas.blogspot.com/2010/07/podia-ser-tudo-mas-emensexual-e-que-nao.html"&gt;emensexual&lt;/a&gt;", não?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas pronto, fica a intenção! É de homem empenhar um anel e não ir comprar umas bejecas, e levar a sua dama a um concerto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- Rui Veloso, amigo, que me lês, eu gosto da musica e tudo! Não te&amp;nbsp;preocupes&amp;nbsp;com isso, tá? Foi só um desabafo....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-9206374709982436407?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/9206374709982436407/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=9206374709982436407&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/9206374709982436407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/9206374709982436407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/07/homenspffff.html' title='Homens...pffff'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-2879035349000640906</id><published>2010-07-21T19:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T19:14:45.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ai que mal educado"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Acho um piadão quando uma mãe (ou um pai) dizem que @ filh@ está mal educad@!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Então, se está mal educado, de quem é a culpa? De quem é a responsabilidade da educação de uma criança????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Desculpas como: "isso são coisas que ele aprende na escola" ou "passa muito tempo com os avós que o estragam" comigo não colam! As crianças sabem exactamente até onde podem ir com cada pessoa!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se calhar vou engolir isto tudo quando tiver um filho meu, mas por enquanto deixem-me lá mandar postas de pescada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adenda: estou a falar de crianças pequenas, no máximo 5/6 anos... na adolescência todos sabemos que a coisa muda por completo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-2879035349000640906?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2879035349000640906/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=2879035349000640906&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/2879035349000640906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/2879035349000640906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/07/ai-que-mal-educado.html' title='&quot;Ai que mal educado&quot;'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-2930485300656505576</id><published>2010-07-21T11:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T11:21:11.756+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu vou, eu vou...</title><content type='html'>A partir de sábado a vista da minha janela será esta:&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/TEbHjEkbe2I/AAAAAAAAAOo/B3Ken2ZRcu8/s1600/ferias+2008+285.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/TEbHjEkbe2I/AAAAAAAAAOo/B3Ken2ZRcu8/s320/ferias+2008+285.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O meu pôr-do-sol será assim:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/TEbH0wQ4oOI/AAAAAAAAAOw/i3Tvu5S413g/s1600/ferias+2008+290.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/TEbH0wQ4oOI/AAAAAAAAAOw/i3Tvu5S413g/s320/ferias+2008+290.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;E a companhia será perfeita:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/TEbJzPImwAI/AAAAAAAAAO4/G7BY4_fUGI8/s1600/054.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/TEbJzPImwAI/AAAAAAAAAO4/G7BY4_fUGI8/s320/054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Vou para o paraíso na terra, pois então!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-2930485300656505576?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2930485300656505576/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=2930485300656505576&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/2930485300656505576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/2930485300656505576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/07/eu-vou-eu-vou.html' title='Eu vou, eu vou...'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/TEbHjEkbe2I/AAAAAAAAAOo/B3Ken2ZRcu8/s72-c/ferias+2008+285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-5243461690108518062</id><published>2010-07-20T09:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T09:23:51.539+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E mais uma pérola</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh Stôra, mas eu fiz isso na folha de rascunho! Acha que me contam esses pontos?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Claro que sim, aliás, os professores que corrigem os exames adivinham não só o que escreveste na folha de rascunho como também a matéria que tinhas estudado e os &lt;i&gt;auxiliares de memória &lt;/i&gt;que tinhas na calculadora! Nem precisavas de ter feito o exame!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh God, alguém que me dê paciência para esta gente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Errar o que não sabem é mau, mas fazer na folha de rascunho ou ter "o paleio" que é sempre igual na calculadora e não passar para a folha de prova é de me fazer dar três chiliques e meio!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E eu é que fico preocupada, porque ele diz-me "para o ano há mais, agora vou de férias!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não há pachorra!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-5243461690108518062?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5243461690108518062/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=5243461690108518062&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/5243461690108518062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/5243461690108518062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/07/e-mais-uma-perola.html' title='E mais uma pérola'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-1764069563071933042</id><published>2010-07-19T19:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T19:32:37.404+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A-DO-RO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://vidajev.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/dentista.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://vidajev.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/dentista.gif" width="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Ir ao dentista!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O barulho da broca.... estar lá de boca aberta durante horas....&lt;br /&gt;E depois, a boca dormente, não conseguir falar sem salivar!&lt;br /&gt;Há lá coisa melhor?????????&lt;br /&gt;Eu ainda não descobri...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-1764069563071933042?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1764069563071933042/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=1764069563071933042&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/1764069563071933042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/1764069563071933042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/07/do-ro.html' title='A-DO-RO...'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-2120213728646218856</id><published>2010-07-19T10:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T10:23:24.837+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Irra...que calhaus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Antes de mais, devo dizer que gosto de todos os meus alunos! Mais de uns do que de outros porque se criam empatias diferentes, mas não há nenhum de quem eu não goste!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="data:image/jpg;base64,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" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; 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Alunos que chegam ao 12º ano sem ter tido uma positiva nesta disciplina, porque o sistema assim o permite!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cada um é para o que nasce mas se não nasceram para a matemática, nem para a área das ciências, ir para esse agrupamento só porque "os pais acharam melhor" parece-me destinar os&amp;nbsp;miúdos&amp;nbsp;ao insucesso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Afinal, achar que 2x0=1 a dois dias do exame, assusta-me! MUITO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Isto sem contar com as barbaridades que tenho ouvido, a maioria por preguiça mental do que por falta de conhecimentos... Qualquer coisa que envolva um pouco de trabalho já não é para fazer, o futuro está belo, está!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bem...vou só ali rezar aos santinhos todos, que a esta hora está a ser o exame e só com um milagre é que estes lá vão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-2120213728646218856?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2120213728646218856/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=2120213728646218856&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/2120213728646218856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/2120213728646218856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/07/irraque-calhaus.html' title='Irra...que calhaus!'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-1936946339683231853</id><published>2010-07-17T08:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T08:10:18.925+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabem o que vos digo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nada de jeito...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ando sem vontade de escrever, e sem nada interessante para dizer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje é o ultimo dia de trabalho deste ano lectivo e fico sempre com sentimentos contraditórios... preciso, desesperadamente, de férias mas sei que passados 2/3 dias sem fazer nenhum vou começar a ter saudades deste ritmo! Sou complicada, eu sei....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E daqui a uma semana, férias com o pimpolhito! Nada de descanso, só muita diversão (espera-se...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bem... vamos lá tirar as ultimas duvidas que segunda já é o exame da segunda-fase, ultima oportunidade do ano!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bom fim-de-semana!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-1936946339683231853?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1936946339683231853/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=1936946339683231853&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/1936946339683231853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/1936946339683231853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/07/sabem-o-que-vos-digo.html' title='Sabem o que vos digo?'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-1217671654500517396</id><published>2010-07-06T12:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T12:33:58.995+01:00</updated><title type='text'>raça do gato, pah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anda um gato abandonado aqui na rua! E o bicho ou é muito parvo ou muito esperto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uma noite destas lá estava ele, contente e seguro de si a olhar para nós! Não foge nem se mexe, fica ali a provocar a Lucky que fica doida, ele sabe que ela não o pode apanhar porque está presa pela trela!... Mas nessa noite, não sei o que me deu (sou eu e o Meireles naquele anuncio):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fui-me aproximando com a cadela, devagarinho e ele nada... sentado e&amp;nbsp;descontraído! Foi até estarmos suficientemente perto...comecei a correr com a Lucky e ela quase que o apanhava! Isso é que foi ver o bicho a miar e a subir ao muro mais próximo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Infantil? Sim, bastante! E o pobre gato nem tem culpa e coitado, está na rua... mas c'a raio, já deixava de vir aqui para a varanda fazer a cadela passar-se, não?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-1217671654500517396?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1217671654500517396/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=1217671654500517396&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/1217671654500517396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/1217671654500517396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/07/raca-do-gato-pah.html' title='raça do gato, pah'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-6009445767409612816</id><published>2010-07-01T08:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T08:33:34.412+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma viagem, mais uma corrida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:Rh4amdbLT0DEDM:http://saojoaquimonline.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/montanha-russa-beto-carreiro-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:Rh4amdbLT0DEDM:http://saojoaquimonline.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/montanha-russa-beto-carreiro-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A vida, meus amigos, a vida não é mais que uma montanha russa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-6009445767409612816?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6009445767409612816/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=6009445767409612816&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/6009445767409612816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/6009445767409612816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/07/mais-uma-viagem-mais-uma-corrida.html' title='Mais uma viagem, mais uma corrida'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-7046626365960272648</id><published>2010-06-30T18:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T18:07:15.461+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ajuda para engordar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SQqCIztx27I/AAAAAAAAAlk/J25aG3Mz4jE/s1600/perdendo_peso.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SQqCIztx27I/AAAAAAAAAlk/J25aG3Mz4jE/s200/perdendo_peso.gif" width="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Esta coisa de ser gaja é complicado! Nunca estamos felizes com o que temos!&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto montes de gente tenta emagrecer para o Verão, eu quero engordar!&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento tenho 53,5 kg mal&amp;nbsp;distribuídos pelo meu 1,69m... &amp;nbsp;diz que é pouco...&lt;br /&gt;A questão que se coloca é: como engordar de forma minimamente&amp;nbsp;saudável? Não me quero encher de doces que (mais) flacidez é algo que não preciso, obrigada!&lt;br /&gt;Ideias?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-7046626365960272648?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7046626365960272648/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=7046626365960272648&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/7046626365960272648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/7046626365960272648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/06/ajuda-para-engordar.html' title='Ajuda para engordar'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SQqCIztx27I/AAAAAAAAAlk/J25aG3Mz4jE/s72-c/perdendo_peso.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-3087629528521125087</id><published>2010-06-30T09:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T09:22:04.367+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CR, este é para ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E pronto! Acabou o Mundial e, espera-se, calam-se as vuvuzelas (mas há por aí tanto espanhol e brasileiro que não sei...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pior do que a derrota, que foi merecida, são as atitudes de menino mimado do "melhor do mundo".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que o Queiroz não tem jeitinho nenhum para aquilo já todos sabemos, que o CR não jogou na sua posição preferida também notamos mas, amiguinho, faça-se à vida! Corra como os outros e mostre que merece o respeito dos portugueses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um capitão que joga para si e não para a equipa não merece ser capitão, digo eu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cristiano, que certamente me lês (se não fores tu, lê a mãe Dolores e diz-te), eu sei que não é a Selecção que te paga o ordenado, mas canta lá o hino no inicio e mexe lá um pouco mais o rabo, pode ser? Ah, e nada de birras que já não tens idade para isso!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/01248/cristiano_ronaldo_1248989c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="124" src="http://i.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/01248/cristiano_ronaldo_1248989c.jpg" width="200" /&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/2674191792386193251-3087629528521125087?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3087629528521125087/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=3087629528521125087&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/3087629528521125087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/3087629528521125087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/06/cr-este-e-para-ti.html' title='CR, este é para ti...'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-3223686951764806603</id><published>2010-06-25T10:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T10:09:42.650+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não percebi....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:G9f_Nycx3CUe9M:http://leftistmoon.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/fireman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:G9f_Nycx3CUe9M:http://leftistmoon.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/fireman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um dia destes cheguei a casa e na frente do prédio estava um carro de bombeiros a trabalhar, uns 10 bombeiros na rua, a policia e um espalhafato bem grande! Pensei que havia um incêndio ou assim mas... afinal tinha sido só a vizinha de baixo que tinha deixado as chaves em casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu sei que é necessário que a policia esteja presente, mas era mesmo necessário tanto bombeiro e manter o carro a trabalhar na hora e tal que durou a operação?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois venham cá dizer que não têm meios! Há incêndios sem tanta gente para os apagar e a gasolina ali gasta dava para ir e voltar do quartel umas 20 vezes! Já para não falar da poluição....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-3223686951764806603?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3223686951764806603/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=3223686951764806603&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/3223686951764806603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/3223686951764806603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/06/nao-percebi.html' title='Não percebi....'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-4644867518680544196</id><published>2010-06-24T10:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T12:27:53.395+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nem tudo o que parece é (não deve ser lido por pessoas sensiveis)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:U1UPQanYwI80QM:http://www.vincenteaton.com/Blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/red-ball12.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:U1UPQanYwI80QM:http://www.vincenteaton.com/Blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/red-ball12.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isto de ter mais tempo livre começa a dar-me volta à cabeça e ontem., na loucura, fui lavar o carro! Ora estava eu na minha tarefa quando começo a ouvir, vindo de uma janela aberta do prédio da frente:&lt;br /&gt;"Anda cá, minha p***, minha c****, que eu digo-te! Tu levas!", isto dito com uma voz dura, ao que uma mulher respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;"Oh meu c*****!" seguido de gritos... E assim continuou durante um bocado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nem sabia o que havia de fazer... parecia-me um caso grave e estava pronta para pegar no telemóvel e ligar para o 112 ou assim! Bem sei que entre marido e mulher não se mete a colher, mas aquilo parecia-me roçar a violência doméstica!&lt;br /&gt;Estava ali no ligo/não ligo até que se começa a ouvir:&lt;br /&gt;"Isso amor, meu c*****, não pares! Tu sabes que eu gosto!"&lt;br /&gt;Ao que ele respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;"Claro que gostas, minha p***! Gostas é de levar com ele... amo-te tanto"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posto isto.... continuei com a minha lavagem das jantes e aumentei o volume da musica.....&lt;br /&gt;Ele há cada um... ao menos fechavam a janela, não?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-4644867518680544196?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4644867518680544196/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=4644867518680544196&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/4644867518680544196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/4644867518680544196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/06/nem-tudo-o-que-parece-e-nao-deve-ser.html' title='Nem tudo o que parece é (não deve ser lido por pessoas sensiveis)'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-1567066020832435238</id><published>2010-06-23T14:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T14:11:23.555+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Como parar uma cadela hiperactiva</title><content type='html'>Ontem levei a sô dona Lucky para rever a madrinha*, que estas duas têm uma paixão uma pela outra!&lt;br /&gt;Ora estavam lá mais dois alunos meus, pelo que durante uma hora e meia a cadela correu, saltou, brincou... Teve mimo e brincadeira em dose tripla! Foi remédio santo, chegou a casa, fui passeá-la, e dormiu durante umas 3 horas, nem se mexeu! O que nela, é um record absoluto!&lt;br /&gt;Claro que isso não a impediu de depois do jantar espalhar o lixo todo pela cozinha porque lhe apeteceu ir roubar os restos do peixe, mas isso já é outra história...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/TCIHqqFW5QI/AAAAAAAAAOg/vGDfpAYfA9c/s1600/079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/TCIHqqFW5QI/AAAAAAAAAOg/vGDfpAYfA9c/s320/079.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(a foto já é antiga, que ela já roeu a cama toda...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A minha aluna que a recolheu na rua quando ela foi atropelada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-1567066020832435238?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1567066020832435238/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=1567066020832435238&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/1567066020832435238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/1567066020832435238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/06/como-parar-uma-cadela-hiperactiva.html' title='Como parar uma cadela hiperactiva'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/TCIHqqFW5QI/AAAAAAAAAOg/vGDfpAYfA9c/s72-c/079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-3397399280761496182</id><published>2010-06-22T12:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T12:52:58.435+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A despedida</title><content type='html'>Com o final do ano lectivo os meus meninos, do 12º ano, vão-se embora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:2hkzvBgZId3RYM:http://vozdedentro.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/efemero-adeus1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:2hkzvBgZId3RYM:http://vozdedentro.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/efemero-adeus1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ao longo do ano criam-se afinidades que vão muito além da relação explicadora / explicando! Muitas explicações transformavam-se em verdadeiras consultas de psicologia ou em autenticas anedotas!&lt;br /&gt;E agora custa vê-los ir! Sei que é bom para eles, que conseguiram acabar este ciclo com sucesso e que vão subir o próximo degrau mas fico sempre com esta sensação de perda!&lt;br /&gt;Para o ano outros virão, novas empatias serão criadas e vai-me custar igualmente quando o ano acabar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o ciclo da vida, né?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-3397399280761496182?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3397399280761496182/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=3397399280761496182&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/3397399280761496182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/3397399280761496182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/06/despedida.html' title='A despedida'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-8110578787051496964</id><published>2010-06-21T12:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T12:22:21.738+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Novidades</title><content type='html'>Ena, ena...há tanto tempo que não punha aqui os dedinhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E foi uma semana cheia de novidades:&lt;br /&gt;- o meu amor, coisa mai' linda, é "mestre"! Acabou o mestrado o que, obviamente, me fez inchar de orgulho! Não pelo resultado mas porque o vi tão empenhado que sei que merece, inteiramente, ter conseguido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:Y-Gz4M_SlCiK-M:http://sp2.fotolog.com/photo/2/7/99/rosa_7_17/1212764255072_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:Y-Gz4M_SlCiK-M:http://sp2.fotolog.com/photo/2/7/99/rosa_7_17/1212764255072_f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- estou de semi-quase-férias! Hoje foi, FINALMENTE, o exame de matemática e o volume de explicações desce consideravelmente! Fico apenas com alguns alunos para a segunda fase (espero que nenhum dos que foi fazer hoje) o que me permite ter uma vida!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Depois de ontem ter dado à volta de 10h30 de explicações hoje soube-me pela vida poder ir correr, tomar um banho demorado e estar aqui a vegetar um 'cadito!&lt;br /&gt;Claro que basta uma semana assim e começo a trepar pelas paredes! Juro que não sei como há pessoas que conseguem estar meses sem fazer nenhum em casa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas enfim, serve o presente post para avisar que estou de volta e vou começar a rondar os vossos cantinhos!&lt;br /&gt;E agora, 'bora lá ver Portugal (e a fé que eu tenho, ui ui) e comer cerejas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-8110578787051496964?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8110578787051496964/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=8110578787051496964&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/8110578787051496964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/8110578787051496964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/06/novidades.html' title='Novidades'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-123295670230278284</id><published>2010-06-14T22:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T22:38:20.954+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O "princeso"</title><content type='html'>Todos os fins de semana, quando o pimpolhito vai embora começo a escrever um post.&lt;br /&gt;Todos esses posts foram sendo apagados e vão continuar a ser!&lt;br /&gt;As memórias, os beijinhos, os abraços e os sorrisos, esses ficam marcados no coração!&lt;br /&gt;Deste fim-de-semana guardamos a visita ao zoo de Montemor, as brincadeiras e as gargalhadas no "quarto meu" como ele diz! Fica o "és a princesa, eu sou o principe/princeso e o pai é o rei das miudas"...&lt;br /&gt;Daqui a 15 dias há mais!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-123295670230278284?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/123295670230278284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=123295670230278284&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/123295670230278284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/123295670230278284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-princeso.html' title='O &quot;princeso&quot;'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-4193899701880535448</id><published>2010-06-09T19:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T19:28:32.843+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As vitórias deles também são minhas (aviso: post longo e lamechas)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O J. tem 17 anos e anda no 11º ano!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando tinha 10/11 anos o J. foi atropelado ao chegar a casa, quando atravessava a passadeira! Felizmente, o pai dele esperava-o à janela, viu e desceu a correr. Como é médico fez-lhe a reanimação mas mesmo assim o J. esteve uns bons minutos sem oxigénio no cérebro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois de 3/4 meses em coma, o J. acordou! Os médicos disseram aos pais para não esperarem melhoras, ele nunca faria mais do que vegetar numa cama! Falar, andar, ser autónomo seria impensável para ele!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Com uma força de vontade extraordinária ele lutou, fez fisioterapia e esforçou-se ao máximo! Perdeu apenas um ano de escola, corre e joga à bola com os amigos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sim, vê-se que é diferente, que tem mais dificuldades que os outros&amp;nbsp;miúdos&amp;nbsp;da idade dele! Nunca teve uma namorada e não tem muitos amigos! Tem colegas que o ajudam no dia-a-dia, quando ele precisa, mas que não o convidam para sair à noite...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os pais protegem-no como podem, morrem de medo que ele pratique desportos de equipa porque qualquer pancada na cabeça pode ser muito grave! E o maior sonho dele era seguir desporto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A mesma teimosia que o fez levantar-se daquela cama do hospital fá-lo seguir em frente achando que sabe tudo! É um puto&amp;nbsp;difícil&amp;nbsp;porque tem que ser à maneira dele e só assim! Na explicação, tenho que ter uma paciência de santa (olha quem) para o levar a fazer o que eu quero e como eu quero!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este ano vai chumbar o ano! Tem dificuldades na visualização espacial e em raciocínios mais complexos e eu sempre achei que ele não vai conseguir fazer matemática A. Falei com os pais sobre isso, que me disseram para fazer o&amp;nbsp;melhor&amp;nbsp;que posso, que eles não têm expectativas, só querem que ele continue a tentar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ao J. digo que tudo depende do trabalho dele! Que não pode ser tão preguiçoso (e ele é, mesmo!) e tem que estudar a sério!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora, no ultimo teste do ano o J. esforçou-se! Finalmente fez o que eu lhe disse para fazer, estudou o que eu aconselhei e não o que ele julgava importante e teve 11! Já não salva nada, vai repetir tudo para o ano, mas foi uma positiva! Ficámos todos tão, mas tão felizes! Com um orgulho imenso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E quando ele me diz "eu estudei por ti, não foi por mim porque já não servia de nada, mas queria ver-te orgulhosa de mim"...bem... aí uma lágrima tem que correr, não há maneira de impedir!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;São estes momentos que dão sentido à vida, não são?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Eu avisei que o post era longo, parabéns e obrigada por teres lido até aqui!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-4193899701880535448?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4193899701880535448/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=4193899701880535448&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/4193899701880535448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/4193899701880535448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/06/as-vitorias-deles-tambem-sao-minhas.html' title='As vitórias deles também são minhas (aviso: post longo e lamechas)'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-6250131570713973263</id><published>2010-06-08T18:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T18:53:56.078+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E férias? Há férias?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Das duas uma:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://fobe.wikispaces.com/file/view/cansado.jpg/49699125/cansado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="159" src="http://fobe.wikispaces.com/file/view/cansado.jpg/49699125/cansado.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Ou os exames nacionais deixam de ser em Junho ou mudam as datas destes feriados! Quero lá eu saber que tenha lógica que os exames sejam no final do ano lectivo, ou que os feriados assinalem dias importantes!&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria era não ter que trabalhar nos feriados, ano após ano! Queria saber qual é a sensação de ter uma semana de 4 dias... aliás, eu já pagava para saber como é ter uma semana de 5 dias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;FERIADOS e SÁBADOS procuram-se!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-6250131570713973263?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6250131570713973263/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=6250131570713973263&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/6250131570713973263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/6250131570713973263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/06/e-ferias-ha-ferias.html' title='E férias? Há férias?'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-4839595727066054100</id><published>2010-06-03T22:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T22:19:23.929+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Há dias assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje foi feriado, né?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dizem por aí que sim, mas eu comecei a dar explicações às 8h da manhã (tenho que deixar de fumar cenas maradas quando marco as explicações que depois dá nisto) e passei o dia todo a trabalhar! Se me importo? Pois... preferia estar na praia ou a passear com o meu moço mas no fim do mês o dinheiro sabe muito bem e eu não tenho feitio para ser sustentada por ninguém!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O que é mais giro é que hoje, apesar do cansaço me senti bem comigo mesma! Já há uns tempo em que isso não acontecia mas hoje, não sei bem porquê, estou em paz comigo mesma!&lt;br /&gt;Soube-se bem ir pela cidade vazia para o trabalho e foi das poucas vezes que senti Coimbra como possivel casa (casa ainda é Faro...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os abraços e beijinhos de 3 alunas que já não vão mais há explicação este ano lectivo e o "obrigada" que disseram encheram-me o coração!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A celulite continua cá, o pneu na barriga não desapareceu e a franja continua estupida e não sei o que lhe fazer mas mesmo assim hoje senti-me bonita e de bem com a vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:m-vuJWLJW7lNvM:http://atworkandbored.com/jokes-inc/fun-pics/Love-Is-In-The-Air-7957.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:m-vuJWLJW7lNvM:http://atworkandbored.com/jokes-inc/fun-pics/Love-Is-In-The-Air-7957.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O amor faz mesmo bem, não faz? Se sorrirmos para a vida a safada sorri de volta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-4839595727066054100?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4839595727066054100/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=4839595727066054100&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/4839595727066054100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/4839595727066054100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/06/ha-dias-assim.html' title='Há dias assim...'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-7838617254095090405</id><published>2010-06-02T09:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T11:58:16.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Já só faltam70...</title><content type='html'>3 aninhos de namoro! Pode nem ser muito mas têm sido tão especiais, tão felizes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/TAYUmdovB-I/AAAAAAAAAOY/xks6Z2yJBvQ/s1600/n%C3%B3s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/TAYUmdovB-I/AAAAAAAAAOY/xks6Z2yJBvQ/s200/n%C3%B3s.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3 aninhos de namoro...já passamos por tanto e conseguimos ficar mais unidos e mais fortes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 aninhos de namoro e amo-te como no primeiro dia, não, não amo nada... amo mais, cada vez mais! O coração ainda se enche quando olho para ti, ainda bate apressadamente quando chegas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 aninhos de namoro, como combinamos só morrer aos 100, ainda faltam 70! Aguenta-me homem! Como diria o pimpolhito, "És o meu super-herói"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-7838617254095090405?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7838617254095090405/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=7838617254095090405&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/7838617254095090405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/7838617254095090405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/06/ja-so-faltam-67.html' title='Já só faltam70...'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/TAYUmdovB-I/AAAAAAAAAOY/xks6Z2yJBvQ/s72-c/n%C3%B3s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-1587176413751290913</id><published>2010-06-01T13:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T13:25:37.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mas com é que é preciso dormir neste país para se poder fazer análises??????????????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estava eu aqui toda pronta para vos contar como foi "fixolas" o fim-de-semana com o pimpolhito quando a minha mãe me liga e o que ela me disse pôs-me em ponto de rebuçado (desculpa aí, &lt;a href="http://empontorebucado.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mariquita&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para quem não sabe, eu sou de Faro mas moro em Coimbra! Ora como ainda não tenho uma casa mesmo minha ainda não mudei a morada, logo o meu médico de&amp;nbsp;família&amp;nbsp;continua a estar, teoricamente, no centro de saúde de Faro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora preciso de fazer umas análises e, portanto, necessito de uma credencial! Coisa que o médico de&amp;nbsp;família&amp;nbsp;não me passa porque, e passo a citar "não vem à consulta ao Centro de Saúde há mais de três anos, já não é&amp;nbsp;considerada&amp;nbsp;doente do &lt;i&gt;Dótore&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLi-pHDl2vg/SgLDuO93yrI/AAAAAAAAAFc/tHOPBTKyb0s/s1600/monica5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="188" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLi-pHDl2vg/SgLDuO93yrI/AAAAAAAAAFc/tHOPBTKyb0s/s200/monica5.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ora, isto até tinha muita lógica não fosse o facto de eu não ir lá há mais de 20 e ele sempre me ter passado tudo o que eu precisava, desde que eu fosse, primeiro à&amp;nbsp;clínica&amp;nbsp;privada pedir-lhe as coisas! Pagava a respectiva consulta e pronto...não havia crise nenhuma em não ir ao Centro de Saúde! Agora como foi outro médico que pediu e não foi ele a ganhar o dinheirinho já não sou "doente dele"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Digam lá que não é de ficar com uma comichão danada no ossinho do&amp;nbsp;fígado?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas dinheiro meu também não vê mais um cêntimo, mais depressa mudo a morada cá para cima e arranjo cá médico de&amp;nbsp;família, não importa o tempo que demorar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-1587176413751290913?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1587176413751290913/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=1587176413751290913&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/1587176413751290913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/1587176413751290913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/06/mas-com-e-que-e-preciso-dormir-neste.html' title='Mas com é que é preciso dormir neste país para se poder fazer análises??????????????'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rLi-pHDl2vg/SgLDuO93yrI/AAAAAAAAAFc/tHOPBTKyb0s/s72-c/monica5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-624145982393696041</id><published>2010-05-27T14:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T14:38:40.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolução de semana nova</title><content type='html'>Ontem, finalmente, respirei de alivio!&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente, um problema que começou há uns meses valentes está completamente ultrapassado e resolvido! Ia dando para o torto porque há médicos que, apesar de se pagarem a peso de ouro, não fazem ideia do que andam para ali a fazer mas, felizmente, tratou-se tudo a tempo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, agora é tempo de respirar fundo e recomeçar com a vida, que deixei andar em stand-by porque não tinha energias para mais nada do que trabalhar e preocupar-me (mania de sofrer por antecipação!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhOu2RCdeM4/SQGXxLJVDDI/AAAAAAAAKPA/NOMR8Wd3CZQ/s1600/2202520121_53cfd7289d_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhOu2RCdeM4/SQGXxLJVDDI/AAAAAAAAKPA/NOMR8Wd3CZQ/s200/2202520121_53cfd7289d_o.jpg" width="143" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vamos lá às resoluções, a começar na 2ª feira, que se as escrever aqui não posso dizer que não fui eu que disse que ia fazer:&lt;br /&gt;1ª - recomeçam as corridinhas pelo menos dia sim dia não&lt;br /&gt;2ª - comidinha saudavel e nada de doces (AH AH AH esta não é para cumprir, mas fica bem dizer)&lt;br /&gt;3ª - beber 1,5l de água por dia (posso tentar, mas se passar do meio litro já é uma vitória)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas são exactamente as mesmas resoluções que tomei em Novembro do ano passado, por isso 'tá bom de ver que não é para ficar toda boa para o Verão (até porque não há milagres), é só para me sentir saudável que o resto vem por acréscimo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E só por causa das coisas, vou dando conta das corridinhas, para motivação e tal.... a ver vamos quanto tempo dura a febre!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-624145982393696041?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/624145982393696041/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=624145982393696041&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/624145982393696041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/624145982393696041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/resolucao-de-semana-nova.html' title='Resolução de semana nova'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RhOu2RCdeM4/SQGXxLJVDDI/AAAAAAAAKPA/NOMR8Wd3CZQ/s72-c/2202520121_53cfd7289d_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-5927316239929523928</id><published>2010-05-25T13:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T13:57:45.869+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando não nos conseguimos expressar, há musicas que falam por nós</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I know that it's a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;But I can't feel it right now&lt;br /&gt;Well I thought that I was doing well&lt;br /&gt;But I just want to cry now&lt;br /&gt;Well I know that it's a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;From the sky down to the sea&lt;br /&gt;But I can only see it when you're here, here with me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;object height="295" style="background-image: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/YV88d26ts1k/hqdefault.jpg);" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YV88d26ts1k&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&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/YV88d26ts1k&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-5927316239929523928?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5927316239929523928/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=5927316239929523928&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/5927316239929523928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/5927316239929523928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/quando-nao-nos-conseguimos-expressar-ha.html' title='Quando não nos conseguimos expressar, há musicas que falam por nós'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-3721600875866703050</id><published>2010-05-24T14:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T14:20:05.967+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem é que explica à minha cadela que ela não é uma gata?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://garatujando.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/cao%20e%20gato%20fofos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="138" src="http://garatujando.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/cao%20e%20gato%20fofos.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pois que Sô Dona Lucky salta da varanda do 2º andar (com altura de um 1º) não uma mas duas vezes!&lt;br /&gt;Pois que ela apanha moscas em pleno&amp;nbsp;voo...&lt;br /&gt;Pois que hoje apanhou uma osga (NO-JO) enquanto o bicho corria, estando ela presa pela trela...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho que não tenho uma cadela, tenho uma gata! Ou isso ou uma cadela com problemas de identidade!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-3721600875866703050?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3721600875866703050/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=3721600875866703050&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/3721600875866703050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/3721600875866703050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/quem-e-que-explica-minha-cadela-que-ela.html' title='Quem é que explica à minha cadela que ela não é uma gata?'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-8873096690464670011</id><published>2010-05-23T13:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T13:25:56.648+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E com o tempo quente há uma questão que se impõe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:nVZQB16Opus0NM:http://allannacarvalho.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/caipirinha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:nVZQB16Opus0NM:http://allannacarvalho.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/caipirinha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Açúcar mascavado ou açúcar amarelo vai dar no mesmo, não vai?&lt;br /&gt;Caipirinhamente falando...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-8873096690464670011?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8873096690464670011/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=8873096690464670011&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/8873096690464670011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/8873096690464670011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/e-com-o-tempo-quente-ha-uma-questao-que.html' title='E com o tempo quente há uma questão que se impõe...'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-5012096711630171600</id><published>2010-05-20T12:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T12:11:51.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Só para dizer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://papagaio.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/nuvens.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://papagaio.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/nuvens.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;... que não tenho nadinha interessante para dizer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Do que me&amp;nbsp;apetecia&amp;nbsp;falar não posso porque a&amp;nbsp;única&amp;nbsp;pessoa no mundo que não quero que saiba da minha vida é a&amp;nbsp;única&amp;nbsp;que sabe deste blogue! É a ironia da vida....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Por isso, fico "caladinha" e espero por 4ª feira para respirar de alivio ou preparar-me para o pior.... Logo se vê!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Até lá...vou andando por aqui, em piloto automático....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-5012096711630171600?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5012096711630171600/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=5012096711630171600&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/5012096711630171600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/5012096711630171600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-para-dizer.html' title='Só para dizer...'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-756444575428631978</id><published>2010-05-15T14:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T14:37:31.729+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai que eu já não tenho idade para isto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:biZIstif9C4LJM:http://aqueleeoutro.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/cansado2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:biZIstif9C4LJM:http://aqueleeoutro.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/cansado2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ontem foi noite de jantarada (bem animada, por sinal), seguida de passagem na casa de um amigo para começar a fazer o aquecimento para a noite. Depois, meia hora, ou mais, a pé para chegar à Queima mesmo a tempo de ver Guano Apes! Apertões, saltos, moches e mais meia hora a pé para voltar para o carro...isto tudo a seco porque estou a antibióticos e nada de alcool....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Deitar às 4h15 para levantar às 8h e ir trabalhar... Tou que nem posso! E hoje é dia de Pimpolhito, já corremos, já saltamos... agora está a fazer a sesta e eu a ver se a dor das pernas me passa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E é assim que sabemos que estamos mesmo a ficar velhas....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-756444575428631978?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/756444575428631978/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=756444575428631978&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/756444575428631978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/756444575428631978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/ai-que-eu-ja-nao-tenho-idade-para-isto.html' title='Ai que eu já não tenho idade para isto...'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-4661730358618487304</id><published>2010-05-13T13:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T13:58:16.323+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Queriam parte do meu 13º mês?</title><content type='html'>A mim ninguém tira nem um cêntimo ao 13º mês! E se resolverem taxar também o subsidio de férias, também não me levam nem um euro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7mVEqJoX-Jk/STbKynmxg1I/AAAAAAAAATk/phzCJefMN5s/s1600/humor-imposto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7mVEqJoX-Jk/STbKynmxg1I/AAAAAAAAATk/phzCJefMN5s/s320/humor-imposto.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ahhhh...a felicidade de estar a recibos verdes! Não tenho cá problemas com&amp;nbsp;subsídios (férias, Natal ou desemprego), com baixas nem nada disso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADENDA - Pois claro que estou a ser irónica, preferia receber e descontar do que não receber de todo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-4661730358618487304?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4661730358618487304/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=4661730358618487304&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/4661730358618487304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/4661730358618487304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/queriam-parte-do-meu-13-mes.html' title='Queriam parte do meu 13º mês?'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7mVEqJoX-Jk/STbKynmxg1I/AAAAAAAAATk/phzCJefMN5s/s72-c/humor-imposto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-4577989626165298804</id><published>2010-05-12T11:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T11:36:04.892+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Papa, a Igreja e coiso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se me perguntarem se acredito na existência de algo superior, numa Entidade, chamemos-lhe Deus, que "olha"por nós...vá, digo que sim, que acredito. Temos que acreditar em alguma coisa, mais que não seja para culparmos quando as coisas não nos correm bem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora a Igreja? As religiões? Essas foram criadas pelo Homem, com todas as imperfeições e defeitos que fazem de nós seres&amp;nbsp;únicos&amp;nbsp;e especiais!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não acredito que Deus mandasse matar em seu nome, que escolhesse para espalhar a sua palavra violadores...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se somos todos irmãos, não era necessário falar através dos padres (muitas vezes mais pecadores que eu)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://priper3.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/fe.jpg?w=510" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="125" src="http://priper3.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/fe.jpg?w=510" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isto para dizer que acho muito bem que o Papa seja recebido com pompa e circunstância, acho muito bem que se pare o país todo por causa da visita dele, só acho mal que não esteja bom tempo para o pessoal aproveitar e ir à praia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Só mais uma coisinha, sou só eu que acho que as promessas são assim como que chantagem? Se a pessoa tem mesmo fé, paga primeiro para receber depois, né?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-4577989626165298804?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4577989626165298804/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=4577989626165298804&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/4577989626165298804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/4577989626165298804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-papa-igreja-e-coiso.html' title='O Papa, a Igreja e coiso...'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-1220948506367939541</id><published>2010-05-09T15:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T15:11:45.720+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh tempo volta para trás...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ontem vi pela primeira vez o meu mano trajado e com a capa traçada! E as saudades que isso dá...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saber que ele está a viver agora o que eu vivi há 11 anos atrás enche-me de orgulho, preocupação e nostalgia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Orgulho porque chegar aqui não é assim tão fácil e porque vai ser uma caminhada&amp;nbsp;difícil&amp;nbsp;até ao fim do curso, mas sei que ele consegue (é só querer).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Preocupação porque só temos um&amp;nbsp;fígado&amp;nbsp;e precisamos dele a vida toda, não é só durante os tempos de universidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nostalgia porque foram tempos únicos, de união, diversão e inconsequência que sei que não se vão repetir. O raio do tempo avança e, olhando para trás, acho sempre que não aproveitei tudo o que deveria ter aproveitado. Que não trajei sempre que devia ter trajado, que não fui a todos os concertos das Semanas Académicas, a todas as jantaradas e saídas que devia ter ido.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.copitraje.com/imagens_produtos/DSCN0770.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.copitraje.com/imagens_produtos/DSCN0770.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Incrível&amp;nbsp;como o tempo muda tudo de perspectiva... o meu traje era pavoroso e só o vestia por obrigação mas agora adorava poder&amp;nbsp;vestir-lo só mais uma vez, calçar aqueles sapatos apertados, traçar a capa e ir por aí, como se não houvesse&amp;nbsp;amanhã!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-1220948506367939541?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1220948506367939541/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=1220948506367939541&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/1220948506367939541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/1220948506367939541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-tempo-volta-para-tras.html' title='Oh tempo volta para trás...'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-4930054341087826810</id><published>2010-05-08T14:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T14:31:46.087+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Em Abril águas mil...</title><content type='html'>.... Ya! Mas já estamos em Maio! Orienta-te S. Pedro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:jPz0dvWnVwXbKM:http://fotos.sapo.pt/7cvq7uHciqjkgJZgZ8op/x435" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:jPz0dvWnVwXbKM:http://fotos.sapo.pt/7cvq7uHciqjkgJZgZ8op/x435" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nota-se muito que ando sem inspiração para "blogar"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-4930054341087826810?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4930054341087826810/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=4930054341087826810&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/4930054341087826810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/4930054341087826810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/em-abril-aguas-mil.html' title='Em Abril águas mil...'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-8253933731098755486</id><published>2010-05-03T22:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T22:55:47.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>São 4 minutos de riso... vale a pena!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" style="background-image: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/jWPaMD2j1Sk/hqdefault.jpg);" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jWPaMD2j1Sk&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&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/jWPaMD2j1Sk&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Rui Unas &amp;amp; Diana Piedade&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-8253933731098755486?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8253933731098755486/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=8253933731098755486&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/8253933731098755486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/8253933731098755486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/sao-4-minutos-de-riso-vale-pena.html' title='São 4 minutos de riso... vale a pena!'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-5898985520395650279</id><published>2010-05-03T11:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T11:42:58.743+01:00</updated><title type='text'>É que já nem tenho titulo para os posts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora que o carro já anda, que a máquina está quase a lavar...estou eu de cama! Ah vidinha maravilhosa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dizem que quando andamos a abusar no trabalho, a levar o corpo ao limite ele se queixa e nos obriga a parar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pois então, muito obrigada corpinho! Estou a adorar a febre, os&amp;nbsp;vómitos, a dor de cabeça e tudo o resto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas agora que já percebi o recado, deixa-me lá ficar melhor que tenho que ir trabalhar, sim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IjRhDy4Xm1Y/SZKi8AJ2gtI/AAAAAAAAARY/hH3iqDBuk0Q/s1600/Doente!.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="162" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IjRhDy4Xm1Y/SZKi8AJ2gtI/AAAAAAAAARY/hH3iqDBuk0Q/s200/Doente!.gif" width="200" /&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/2674191792386193251-5898985520395650279?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5898985520395650279/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=5898985520395650279&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/5898985520395650279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/5898985520395650279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/e-que-ja-nem-tenho-titulo-para-os-posts.html' title='É que já nem tenho titulo para os posts'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IjRhDy4Xm1Y/SZKi8AJ2gtI/AAAAAAAAARY/hH3iqDBuk0Q/s72-c/Doente!.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-3131661926336467202</id><published>2010-05-01T19:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T19:24:37.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia do Trabalhador</title><content type='html'>E eu faço o quê????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trabalho, pois claro! E amanhã há mais....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fins-de-semana? Feriados? Isso são mitos, não são? Não existem mesmo, pois não?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tYDLQb6Ef0/SwSBbhL6C4I/AAAAAAAABA8/E6mSrkNw-aM/s1600/cansada%5B1%5D.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="186" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tYDLQb6Ef0/SwSBbhL6C4I/AAAAAAAABA8/E6mSrkNw-aM/s200/cansada%5B1%5D.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Vou só ali desmaiar de cansaço e já volto, ok???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-3131661926336467202?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3131661926336467202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=3131661926336467202&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/3131661926336467202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/3131661926336467202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/dia-do-trabalhador.html' title='Dia do Trabalhador'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2tYDLQb6Ef0/SwSBbhL6C4I/AAAAAAAABA8/E6mSrkNw-aM/s72-c/cansada%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-7998832416987879097</id><published>2010-04-28T10:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T10:08:05.954+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Musica e selinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;A &lt;a href="http://raiz-de-pensamentos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aninhas&lt;/a&gt; é uma querida e lembrou-se aqui do boteco, então deu-me este selinho! OBRIGADA!&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-6lpBFFvYg/S9axRMnpphI/AAAAAAAAA9E/Le3sOcGdHns/s200/dardos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-6lpBFFvYg/S9axRMnpphI/AAAAAAAAA9E/Le3sOcGdHns/s200/dardos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;As regras (claro que tinha que ter regras) são:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;1º - Exibir a imagem do selo (feito)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;2 º - Exibir o link de quem deu o selinho (feito também)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;3 º - Escolher blogues para dar o selinho e avisá-los (não fiz, nem vou fazer.... quem passar,&lt;i&gt; fax fabor&lt;/i&gt; de levar,sim? Agradecida!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;E já que aqui estou, partilho convosco a musica que ando a cantarolar à dias, que até aborrece:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fireflies, Owl City&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="295" style="background-image: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/psuRGfAaju4/hqdefault.jpg);" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/psuRGfAaju4&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&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/psuRGfAaju4&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-7998832416987879097?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7998832416987879097/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=7998832416987879097&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/7998832416987879097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/7998832416987879097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/musica-e-selinho.html' title='Musica e selinho'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-6lpBFFvYg/S9axRMnpphI/AAAAAAAAA9E/Le3sOcGdHns/s72-c/dardos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-1135020139027919671</id><published>2010-04-26T09:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T09:17:01.003+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Finalmente algo bom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CoCbdwQggbc/SqO2aPtJNNI/AAAAAAAAAho/bhw7fUXfovA/s1600/musica_casamento1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CoCbdwQggbc/SqO2aPtJNNI/AAAAAAAAAho/bhw7fUXfovA/s200/musica_casamento1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ontem foi Dia da Liberdade mas também foi dia de casamento!&lt;br /&gt;E que bem que sabem dias assim:&lt;br /&gt;O sol a brindar um dia fantástico, num &lt;a href="http://www.quintadamemoria.com/"&gt;cenário de sonho&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ficar na mesa mais animada da festa, onde foi só rir do principio ao fim!&lt;br /&gt;Paparoca da boa, com muitos doces de fazer salivar qualquer um!&lt;br /&gt;Os noivos com sorrisos de orelha-a-orelha a partilhar a felicidade com todos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje doem-me as pernas que isto de andar de saltos o dia todo não é para mim... mas isso interessa a alguém?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E já agora, sabem qual é a parte que considero mais bonita num casamento? A cara do noivo quando a noiva entra na Igreja! O orgulho, amor e felicidade ficam tão bem nos olhos de um homem, não ficam?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-1135020139027919671?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1135020139027919671/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=1135020139027919671&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/1135020139027919671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/1135020139027919671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/finalmente-algo-bom.html' title='Finalmente algo bom'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CoCbdwQggbc/SqO2aPtJNNI/AAAAAAAAAho/bhw7fUXfovA/s72-c/musica_casamento1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-4544872677618414981</id><published>2010-04-24T23:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T23:44:33.967+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu não disse que podia ser pior????</title><content type='html'>Pois claro que pode sempre piorar... agora foi a máquina de lavar roupa que avariou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://territoriofeminino.blogtv.uol.com.br/img/Image/MulheresPossveis/2008/marco/TPM%20copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://territoriofeminino.blogtv.uol.com.br/img/Image/MulheresPossveis/2008/marco/TPM%20copy.jpg" width="126" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lado positivo??? Hmmm.... se não lavar a roupa depois não tenho que a passar a ferro, certo???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-4544872677618414981?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4544872677618414981/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=4544872677618414981&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/4544872677618414981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/4544872677618414981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/eu-nao-disse-que-podia-ser-pior.html' title='Eu não disse que podia ser pior????'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-6304199188845890267</id><published>2010-04-24T09:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T09:12:43.604+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Duvida do dia</title><content type='html'>Os cães (ou cadelas) quando olham uns para os outros conseguem distinguir logo o sexo?&lt;br /&gt;Se sim, como? Para mim é tudo igual mas, claro, não tenho olhos de cão....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-6304199188845890267?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6304199188845890267/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=6304199188845890267&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/6304199188845890267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/6304199188845890267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/duvida-do-dia.html' title='Duvida do dia'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-7169383046117823258</id><published>2010-04-21T10:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T10:58:29.725+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vá, toca a animar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não tenho feitio para depressões nem para desperdiçar muita água em choros, nem muito tempo em tristezas! Por isso, 'bora lá a ver as "desgraças" que aconteceram nos&amp;nbsp;últimos&amp;nbsp;tempos e ver a parte positiva:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-&lt;b&gt; o maior sonho da minha vida esteve quase a realizar-se mas não aconteceu!&lt;/b&gt; Não há crise, tenta-se novamente e vai-se tentando até dar! Podia ser pior, podia ser&amp;nbsp;impossível&amp;nbsp;de concretizar!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-&lt;b&gt; o carro avariou, o arranjo vai para cima de 700/800€ (na melhor das hipóteses), ando à boleia e não tenho autonomia nenhuma! &lt;/b&gt;Podia ser pior, podia ter tido um acidente, ficar toda partidinha e tinha que pagar o arranjo à mesma mas não podia trabalhar para ganhar o dinheiro para o pagar! Assim, poupo na gasolina e passo mais tempo com o meu homem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-&lt;b&gt; tive uma discussão daquelas com o F.! Aliás, não foi bem uma discussão, foi mais um problema de "facada" na confiança&lt;/b&gt;! Podia ser pior, com amor tudo se resolve e fazer as pazes sabe sempre tão bem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://scrap.mixplanet.com.br/imagens/felicidade/felicidade018.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://scrap.mixplanet.com.br/imagens/felicidade/felicidade018.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O que mais tenho ouvido nestes dias é "Tu vai à bruxa, que isso é mau-olhado que alguém te lançou"... pois, até pode ser, porque há por aí muita gente má e a inveja é uma coisa tramada... mas, a vida segue lá fora e o futuro, somos nós que&amp;nbsp;construímos! Com mais ou menos dificuldade, mas sem as partes más, como é que&amp;nbsp;dávamos&amp;nbsp;valor às boas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-7169383046117823258?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7169383046117823258/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=7169383046117823258&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/7169383046117823258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/7169383046117823258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/va-toca-animar.html' title='Vá, toca a animar'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-5051416350107660643</id><published>2010-04-20T13:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T13:12:08.937+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um velho índio estava a falar com o seu neto e contava-lhe:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Sinto-me como se tivesse dois lobos lutando no meu coração. Um é um lobo irritado, violento e vingativo. O outro está cheio de amor e compaixão"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;O neto perguntou-lhe:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Avô, diga-me, qual dos dois ganhará a luta no seu coração?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;O avô respondeu:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Aquele que eu alimentar!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:kUJgATtdc6-4sM:http://gottamakeitrain.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/lobo2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:kUJgATtdc6-4sM:http://gottamakeitrain.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/lobo2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou só eu que, por vezes, tenho dificuldade em alimentar o lobo certo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-5051416350107660643?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5051416350107660643/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=5051416350107660643&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/5051416350107660643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/5051416350107660643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-8678440908960846001</id><published>2010-04-17T07:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T07:15:45.057+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A grande questão é:</title><content type='html'>Qual a quantidade de água de que um Ser Humano dispõe para gastar em lágrimas numa só noite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:uOPJsYznPkvC_M:http://api.ning.com/files/sBxg7T-v6x1FUr1gR6FotTWcbGjafcDWzw2sUCJNjGk_/lagrima16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:uOPJsYznPkvC_M:http://api.ning.com/files/sBxg7T-v6x1FUr1gR6FotTWcbGjafcDWzw2sUCJNjGk_/lagrima16.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/2674191792386193251-8678440908960846001?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8678440908960846001/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=8678440908960846001&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/8678440908960846001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/8678440908960846001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/grande-questao-e.html' title='A grande questão é:'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-1793554368888274620</id><published>2010-04-14T09:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T10:11:35.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Expliquem-me lá como se eu fosse muito burra!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;A visita do Papa vai traduzir-se num período de miniférias. É que o Governo decidiu ontem decretar tolerância de ponto para os funcionários públicos para 11 de Maio à tarde, em Lisboa, para dia 13 em todo o País, e para dia 14 de manhã, no Porto. Apenas no dia mais importante da deslocação, quando Bento XVI preside às celebrações finais no Santuário de Fátima, a 13 de Maio, é que a medida abrange todo o País.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Noticia completa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cmjornal.xl.pt/noticia.aspx?channelid=00000009-0000-0000-0000-000000000009&amp;amp;contentid=0B2877EB-18C0-4FCD-B1EA-EFC3498659A0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:HWGwKpBjEvUu3M:http://gm54.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/bento-xvi-papa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:HWGwKpBjEvUu3M:http://gm54.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/bento-xvi-papa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Oi? Mas... não é suposto o nosso estado ser laico? Mas por um acaso se vier cá alguém importante de outra religião também há tolerância de ponto?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;E quantos desses funcionários é que vão, efectivamente, ver o Papa???? E já agora, o país não está em crise, não é preciso aumentar a produtividade e bla bla bla... whiskas saquetas... bla bla bla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Mas mais importante de tudo...há mesmo quem queira ir ver este Papa??? Alguém que permite que se confunda homossexualidade com pedofilia e não mexe uma palha para defender as crianças????&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-1793554368888274620?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1793554368888274620/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=1793554368888274620&amp;isPopup=true' title='33 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/1793554368888274620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/1793554368888274620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/expliquem-me-la-como-se-eu-fosse-muito.html' title='Expliquem-me lá como se eu fosse muito burra!'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-205855562667405753</id><published>2010-04-13T12:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T12:54:54.028+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Os cães e a praia</title><content type='html'>Quem passa por aqui regularmente, sabe que tenho uma cadela louca...a Lucky Maria! Gostava de a levar à praia, pois gostava! Só não levo porque o bicho morre de medo de andar de carro e acho cruel obrigá-la quando não é estritamente necessário!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas avancemos: não tenho nada contra quem leva os cães, gatos, piriquitos ou qualquer outro animal de estimação para a praia. Agora, tenham lá a santa paciência: controlem os&amp;nbsp;bicharocos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma coisa é levá-los quando não há pessoas a fazer praia, ou tê-los presos pela trela! Outra é levá-los com a praia cheia e deixá-los andar por ali como se fossem os reis da areia, a correr por todo o lado e a incomodar toda a gente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ur3H1ogbOs/SvM7pZc_wGI/AAAAAAAAAF4/2GJu_UfWrEA/s1600/charge+cachorro+e+praia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ur3H1ogbOs/SvM7pZc_wGI/AAAAAAAAAF4/2GJu_UfWrEA/s320/charge+cachorro+e+praia.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há lá coisa melhor que estender a toalha em cima de um presente previamente deixado por um cãozinho lindo,&amp;nbsp;deitar-mo-nos acabadinhos de sair da água e passar um canídeo a correr por nós e a transformar-mo-nos num croquete de areia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-205855562667405753?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/205855562667405753/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=205855562667405753&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/205855562667405753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/205855562667405753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/os-caes-e-praia.html' title='Os cães e a praia'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ur3H1ogbOs/SvM7pZc_wGI/AAAAAAAAAF4/2GJu_UfWrEA/s72-c/charge+cachorro+e+praia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-8224539935277578855</id><published>2010-04-10T19:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T19:42:24.787+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Conclusões do dia</title><content type='html'>- Adoro ir à praia quando há pouca gente, quando o calor ainda não é muito e se está bem sem desidratar em 5 minutos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não gosto de pessoas que levam os cães para a praia, os deixam andar a correr e a fazer as necessidades por ali como se não houvesse mais ninguém!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ver miúdas de 5/6 anos com muito mais celulite e pneus que eu, é preocupante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a principal conclusão:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i268.photobucket.com/albums/jj18/frikkigirl/bill_kaulitz_1197754305.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://i268.photobucket.com/albums/jj18/frikkigirl/bill_kaulitz_1197754305.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Franja com água do mar e a secar ao natural é coisa para ficar..hmm.. diferente....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-8224539935277578855?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8224539935277578855/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=8224539935277578855&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/8224539935277578855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/8224539935277578855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/conclusoes-do-dia.html' title='Conclusões do dia'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-945130349039999517</id><published>2010-04-10T09:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T09:10:49.784+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai o que eu gosto de ter razão (NOT)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Lembram-se de ter lavado o carro? De o ter deixado a brilhar e fantástico e tudo-e-tudo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Pois...então também se lembram de que eu disse que a melhor parte ia ser que passados uns dias podia repetir tudo novamente!&lt;br /&gt;Esse dia chegou! Passados 2 dias, tenho o carro coberto de um pólen amarelo que anda pelo ar.... oh maravilha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Só não o vou lavar outra vez porque os carros são como os cães: se dermos banho muita vez estragamos o pêlo...com o carro estragamos a pintura, certo?????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-945130349039999517?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/945130349039999517/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=945130349039999517&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/945130349039999517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/945130349039999517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/ai-o-que-eu-gosto-de-ter-razao-not.html' title='Ai o que eu gosto de ter razão (NOT)'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-5440936523279629911</id><published>2010-04-09T12:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T12:43:26.133+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisa mais amorosa</title><content type='html'>Há lá coisa mais bonita do que ver um casal de velhotes a passear de mão dada, a trocar sorrisos&amp;nbsp;cúmplices&amp;nbsp;e a dar beijinhos?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É isso que quero para mim... continuar daqui a 70 anos (ah pois que eu vivo até aos 100) a viver o amor com a mesma intensidade que vivo hoje!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blig.ig.com.br/taurinateimosaeciumenta/files/2009/09/namorados_idosos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="164" src="http://blig.ig.com.br/taurinateimosaeciumenta/files/2009/09/namorados_idosos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pobre F., o que ele tem para aturar....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-5440936523279629911?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5440936523279629911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=5440936523279629911&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/5440936523279629911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/5440936523279629911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/coisa-mais-amorosa.html' title='Coisa mais amorosa'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-5877065202952303587</id><published>2010-04-08T10:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T11:12:48.239+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Descobri a minha vocação!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quase aos 30 anos é que descobri o que quero fazer para o resto da vida: LAVAR CARROS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adoro passar horas a esfregar, aspirar, passar o&amp;nbsp;champô, tirar o mesmo, secar, limpar vidros...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adoro ter as unhas todas&amp;nbsp;nojentas, algumas mesmo lascadas! Adoro as dores de costas e de joelhos de estar de rabo para o ar a lavar as jantes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas o melhor mesmo é saber que o F. daqui a bocado chega a casa e, quando conseguir falar, refeito da surpresa de eu ter lavado o carro, vai começar a perguntar: &lt;i&gt;"E limpaste isto? Passaste o produto todo XPTO naquilo? Fizeste tal coisa&lt;/i&gt;?" e a resposta a todas as questões será a mesma: &lt;i&gt;Não&lt;/i&gt;! Ou seja, fartei-me de trabalhar e não fiz nem metade do que era suposto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não, esperem.... o melhor mesmo é que amanhã ou depois o carro já vai estar todo sujo outra vez e vou ter oportunidade de começar tudo de novo!! Ah, maravilha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sou só eu que ADORO lavar o carro?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Para a próxima vai mesmo assim....&lt;a href="http://www.prof2000.pt/users/misabel/blog/lavar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="131" src="http://www.prof2000.pt/users/misabel/blog/lavar.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Adenda: ler com a devida ironia....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-5877065202952303587?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5877065202952303587/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=5877065202952303587&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/5877065202952303587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/5877065202952303587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/descobri-minha-vocacao.html' title='Descobri a minha vocação!!!'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-4574605982486578535</id><published>2010-04-06T23:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T23:19:38.085+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shape-ups</title><content type='html'>Já ouviram falar das&lt;a href="http://www.pt.skechers.com/pt/shape_ups/sobre-as-shape-ups"&gt; Shape-Ups&lt;/a&gt;? Preciso de opiniões porque se for mesmo como os senhores da Skechers prometem eu quero umas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se alguém já tem, qual é a opinião? Obviamente no site há opiniões e estudos mas não iam lá falar mal do produto que querem vender, né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:BVt5IhKGyH-ngM:http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o286/fibeebaker/Shoes/SketchersShapeUps.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:BVt5IhKGyH-ngM:http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o286/fibeebaker/Shoes/SketchersShapeUps.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/2674191792386193251-4574605982486578535?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4574605982486578535/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=4574605982486578535&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/4574605982486578535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/4574605982486578535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/shape-ups.html' title='Shape-ups'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-5094167719484504426</id><published>2010-04-04T21:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T21:59:46.727+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alerta: post de gaja #2</title><content type='html'>ADORO, &amp;nbsp;de adorar mesmo a sério os vestidos da Mango desta estação!&lt;br /&gt;Oh não são um mimo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aka.mangoshop.com/rcs/pics/T2/S2/23439716_E2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://aka.mangoshop.com/rcs/pics/T2/S2/23439716_E2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://aka.mangoshop.com/rcs/pics/T2/S2/21439606_TM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://aka.mangoshop.com/rcs/pics/T2/S2/21439606_TM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://aka.mangoshop.com/rcs/pics/T2/S2/23440896_37.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://aka.mangoshop.com/rcs/pics/T2/S2/23440896_37.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://aka.mangoshop.com/rcs/pics/T2/S2/29439848_82.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://aka.mangoshop.com/rcs/pics/T2/S2/29439848_82.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://aka.mangoshop.com/rcs/pics/T2/S2/21439521_N1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://aka.mangoshop.com/rcs/pics/T2/S2/21439521_N1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mas ficam-me todos tão estupidamente curtos... que raiva!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Se calhar tenho é que engordar&amp;nbsp;uns&amp;nbsp;quilos valentes, compro um tamanho maior e já não me ficam tão curtos!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-5094167719484504426?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5094167719484504426/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=5094167719484504426&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/5094167719484504426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/5094167719484504426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/alerta-post-de-gaja-2.html' title='Alerta: post de gaja #2'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-1637859946421855405</id><published>2010-04-03T14:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T14:13:21.324+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Asiram perguntou, e eu respondo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STQ3FIF1GjA/S7ZVPjfwSNI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/iHZ9Npgl8KM/s1600/se.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STQ3FIF1GjA/S7ZVPjfwSNI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/iHZ9Npgl8KM/s200/se.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se eu fosse um mês seria:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Setembro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;(faço anos logo no primeiro dia do mês)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se eu fosse um dia da semana seria&lt;/b&gt;: Sábado&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se eu fosse um número seria:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;1&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se eu fosse um planeta seria:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Vénus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se eu fosse uma direcção seria:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sul&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se eu fosse um móvel seria:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;sofá&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se eu fosse um liquido seria: &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;sumo de laranja&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se eu fosse um pecado seria:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Preguiça&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;/ Gula&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se eu fosse uma árvore seria:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Chaparro (sou alentejana, pois então)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se eu fosse uma fruta seria:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Morango&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se eu fosse uma flor seria:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Orquídea&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se eu fosse um clima seria:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tropical&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se eu fosse um instrumento musical seria:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;harpa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se eu fosse um elemento seria:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Água&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se eu fosse uma cor seria:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Rosa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se eu fosse um animal seria:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Um golfinho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se eu fosse um som seria:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;as ondas em dia de tempestade&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se eu fosse um estilo de musica seria:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;pop&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se eu fosse um perfume seria:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;aroma a baunilha...ou coco&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se eu fosse um livro seria:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;O Principezinho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se eu fosse um lugar (cidade ) seria:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Faro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se eu fosse um gosto seria:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;chocolate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se eu fosse uma palavra seria: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Doideira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se eu fosse um verbo seria:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Sorrir&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se eu fosse um objecto seria: &lt;/b&gt;Caneta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se eu fosse uma roupa seria:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Vestido&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se eu fosse uma parte do corpo seria:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Olhos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se eu fosse um desenho animado seria:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tweety&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se eu fosse forma seria:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;a caminhar para o redondo, lol&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se eu fosse uma estação seria:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Primavera/Verão&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Agora respondam vocês, sim?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-1637859946421855405?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1637859946421855405/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=1637859946421855405&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/1637859946421855405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/1637859946421855405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/asiram-perguntou-e-eu-respondo.html' title='A Asiram perguntou, e eu respondo!'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_STQ3FIF1GjA/S7ZVPjfwSNI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/iHZ9Npgl8KM/s72-c/se.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-6498675329562054157</id><published>2010-04-02T13:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T18:04:28.428+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"QUEREMOS O BLOGUÓTICO DE VOLTA!! JÁ!!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-yxqBR4e_0/S7XQ7FmLdeI/AAAAAAAAAQE/IjYf3stu5AQ/s1600/Blogu_ticovsCowboyAreias.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-yxqBR4e_0/S7XQ7FmLdeI/AAAAAAAAAQE/IjYf3stu5AQ/s320/Blogu_ticovsCowboyAreias.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Se são preguiçosos como eu precisam dos posts do &lt;a href="http://cronicadumbloguotico.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bloguótico&lt;/a&gt; para vos fazer rir e assim exercitar os abdominais. Por isso, para o bem da saúde&amp;nbsp;física&amp;nbsp;e mental da blogosfera, exigimos o regresso do Bloguótico!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Façam um post com este titulo e esta imagem a exigir que ele volte! Bora lá!&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/2674191792386193251-6498675329562054157?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6498675329562054157/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=6498675329562054157&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/6498675329562054157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/6498675329562054157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/queremos-o-bloguotico-de-volta-ja.html' title='&quot;QUEREMOS O BLOGUÓTICO DE VOLTA!! JÁ!!&quot;'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4-yxqBR4e_0/S7XQ7FmLdeI/AAAAAAAAAQE/IjYf3stu5AQ/s72-c/Blogu_ticovsCowboyAreias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-8908166790815550203</id><published>2010-03-31T10:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T10:53:55.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Que moral, dona Lia!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ando eu a fazer posts a "zangar-me" com o sr. Galaró para depois fazer pior...ando desaparecida há sei lá quanto tempo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora só vim dar noticias rápidas, em jeito de conlusões:&lt;br /&gt;1 - O céu do algarve é, sem duvida, o mais azul do país (vá...quando chove nem tanto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 -&amp;nbsp;Tinha mais saudades das almoçaradas que se prolongam para o jantar com a familia do que aquelas que tinha consciência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- A minha avó, do alto dos seus 92 anos tem mais juizo que a minha tia com 50 e qualquer coisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - Gosto mais de Faro agora que não moro lá do que quando morava, gosto de ir a todo o lado a pé, de conhecer as ruas de olhos fechados, de saber os recantos... Gosto da minha praia em dias em que está deserta (alguém que me explique porque é que o Havana está fechado!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - Não me apetece ir trabalhar 11horas amanhã...voluntários?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-8908166790815550203?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8908166790815550203/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=8908166790815550203&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/8908166790815550203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/8908166790815550203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/que-moral-dona-lia.html' title='Que moral, dona Lia!!!!'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-7895824769749208637</id><published>2010-03-26T13:08:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-26T13:10:09.968Z</updated><title type='text'>Onde andas, Galaró?</title><content type='html'>Esta coisa dos blogues é gira porque começamos a criar laços com pessoas que não conhecemos de lado nenhum, mas que sentimos mais próximas que as que moram no nosso prédio (um dia destes lembrem-me para vos falar dos meus vizinhos)...&lt;br /&gt;Um desses casos é o &lt;a href="http://apanharogalo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Galo-mor&lt;/a&gt; da capoeira blogoesférica! Ele já me pôs a rir como uma doidinha me frente ao computador mas também já me fez &lt;a href="http://apanharogalo.blogspot.com/2009/11/coisas-que-me-deixam-triste.html"&gt;chorar&lt;/a&gt;... Agora parece que está a passar um mau bocado e o&amp;nbsp;seu ultimo post fez-me ficar preocupada com ele! Se esta coisa da blogoesfera serve para alguma coisa é para dar apoio a quem precisa, por isso, sr Galo, é favor de voltar para que eu lhe possa dar nas orelhas pelo desaparecimento, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fALlrfcLrtc/S2gwxiVZswI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Go5IdVZem0c/S220/galovelho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fALlrfcLrtc/S2gwxiVZswI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Go5IdVZem0c/S220/galovelho.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Qualquer coisinha... o mail 'tá ali ao lado...disponha, sim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos restantes... bom fim de semana!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-7895824769749208637?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7895824769749208637/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=7895824769749208637&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/7895824769749208637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/7895824769749208637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/onde-andas-galaro.html' title='Onde andas, Galaró?'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fALlrfcLrtc/S2gwxiVZswI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Go5IdVZem0c/s72-c/galovelho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-5985737681630232125</id><published>2010-03-25T10:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-25T10:12:53.898Z</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh que saudades...</title><content type='html'>...desta chuvinha pela manhã, aliás, pela noite toda!&lt;br /&gt;...do ventinho e do granizo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh S.Pedro, pá, tu vê lá se deixas de fumar essas cenas maradas e percebes que é Primavera, que eu tenho um casamento em Abril e que queria ir com uma cor que não este branco-lula!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orienta-te, pseudo-santo do catano! OuvisteS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - A franja ganhou...só ainda não sei se gosto de a ver...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-5985737681630232125?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5985737681630232125/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=5985737681630232125&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/5985737681630232125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/5985737681630232125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/ahhh-que-saudades.html' title='Ahhh que saudades...'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-6464651276407636664</id><published>2010-03-23T21:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-23T21:29:48.127Z</updated><title type='text'>Alerta: post de gaja</title><content type='html'>Ando aqui com a mania de fazer qualquer coisa ao meu cabelo mas não sei bem o quê... as opções são:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ionline.com.br/wp-content/imagens/cortes-cabelo-feminino3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.ionline.com.br/wp-content/imagens/cortes-cabelo-feminino3.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- madeixas acobreadas (sendo que o meu cabelo é castanho claro) mas com a chegada do verão elas vão aclarar e depois não sei se gosto de ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- pintar de ruivo ou de preto, mas isso era a loucura total e eu não tenho paciência para ir tratar das raizes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ondulação, mas como o meu cabelo é muito fino, não sei se segura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- franja, mas como uso óculos não sei se fica bem...agora tenho daquelas franjas grandes, para o lado mas andava com vontade de fazer franja mesmo franja....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda dou em doida e faço uma ondulação, uma micro-franja e&amp;nbsp;pinto de preto com madeixas louras ...o belo do 3 em 1..e de seguida rapo o cabelo, só pode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugestões aceitam-se!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-6464651276407636664?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6464651276407636664/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=6464651276407636664&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/6464651276407636664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/6464651276407636664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/alerta-post-de-gaja.html' title='Alerta: post de gaja'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-4255927601442851222</id><published>2010-03-22T09:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-22T09:50:52.291Z</updated><title type='text'>Lia, tu 'tás feliz?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esta foi a pergunta do pimpolhito ontem, com um sorriso de orelha a orelha... E a resposta só podia ser uma:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sim, estou feliz quando ele passa um fim-de-semana inteiro sem uma birra! A acatar tudo o que era decisão desde que lhe&amp;nbsp;explicássemos&amp;nbsp;o porquê das coisas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sim, estou feliz quando ele come o caldo-verde todinho sem reclamar por estar a comer sopa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sim, estou feliz quando o vejo a jogar à bola com o pai, a brincar às colisões, a rir até não poder mais! Numa cumplicidade cada vez maior...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sim, estou feliz quando ele adormece, para a sesta, com a mão na minha cara porque "vai fazer miminhos à Lia para ela adormecer"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É só de 15 em 15 dias, mas desde que seja sempre assim...sim, estou feliz! Porque ele parece feliz mesmo quando não lhe fazemos as vontades todas... aliás, há coisas que ele já nem pede porque sabe que não tem sorte nenhuma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PS1 - Ah, um especial agradecimento ao S.Pedro que ajudou ontem com algum sol e calor, de forma a permitir um pic nic muito divertido!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PS2 - Tenho que começar a assistir ao Panda e às novelas da SIC que ele só me fala em bonecada e em Lua Vermelha e Perfeito Coração e eu não vejo nada disso... (dá para o tardote, não?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-4255927601442851222?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4255927601442851222/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=4255927601442851222&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/4255927601442851222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/4255927601442851222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/lia-tu-tas-feliz.html' title='Lia, tu &apos;tás feliz?'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-225705520100909308</id><published>2010-03-19T10:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-19T10:42:49.594Z</updated><title type='text'>... medo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Às vezes queremos muito uma coisa na vida, lutamos por ela e estamos mesmo quase a consegui-la! Depois, por algum motivo, não a conseguimos! A vida prega-nos uma rasteira e demoramos algum tempo a levantar-nos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vamos nos erguendo... dia após dia dói menos, às vezes volta tudo como no primeiro momento e choramos como se não houvesse solução mas vamos ganhando forças para tentar de novo!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E eis que chega o momento de lutar novamente, com as feridas mais ou menos cicatrizadas é altura de levantar a cabeça e prosseguir viagem... a vontade é gigante mas o medo de correr mal novamente,&amp;nbsp;paralisa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBKdwdROxy8/SuMaXj1qASI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Uw-ME_5rFPA/s1600/vergonha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBKdwdROxy8/SuMaXj1qASI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Uw-ME_5rFPA/s200/vergonha.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bem sei que pior do que falhar é nem tentar...mas o medo de que se tenha que sofrer tudo outra vez é desarmante! Mesmo que tenhamos tudo para ser bem sucedidos, o bichinho que diz "Vais passar por tudo novamente" está lá a corroer as entranhas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esta vontade de nem tentar com medo de falhar tem um nome: &lt;b&gt;cobardia&lt;/b&gt;! E eu, meus amigos, eu estou a descobrir que sou exactamente isso: nada mais que&amp;nbsp;cobarde!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-225705520100909308?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/225705520100909308/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=225705520100909308&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/225705520100909308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/225705520100909308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/medo.html' title='... medo...'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iBKdwdROxy8/SuMaXj1qASI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Uw-ME_5rFPA/s72-c/vergonha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-4816988175281658739</id><published>2010-03-18T22:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-18T22:55:53.228Z</updated><title type='text'>"Chigamos" à final?</title><content type='html'>Este Benfica anda com uma pedalada de deixar feliz qualquer adepto... venha quem vier, já tou como o Jorge Jesus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Chigamos&lt;/i&gt; à final, podemos &lt;i&gt;chigar&lt;/i&gt; ou não, mas queremos &lt;i&gt;chigar&lt;/i&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;E eu digo mais: &lt;i&gt;Chigamo&lt;/i&gt;s à ultima jornada em primeiro lugar, ai &lt;i&gt;chigamos chigamos&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabem porquê?&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Porque o jardineiro é Jesus e as arveres somes nozes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ye23MaWSPOM&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/Ye23MaWSPOM&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/2674191792386193251-4816988175281658739?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4816988175281658739/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=4816988175281658739&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/4816988175281658739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/4816988175281658739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/chigamos-final.html' title='&quot;Chigamos&quot; à final?'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-2114339319784463079</id><published>2010-03-18T12:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-18T12:42:38.022Z</updated><title type='text'>Momento de felicidade de gaja</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://elle.abril.com.br/imagem/moda/melhor-da-estacao/257-moda-alfaiataria-saia-lapis-top.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://elle.abril.com.br/imagem/moda/melhor-da-estacao/257-moda-alfaiataria-saia-lapis-top.jpg" width="105" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ainda caibo numa saia que usava quando tinha 18 anos! OLÉ! Esta coisa das modas serem de ciclos é fantástica e agora vê-se por aí muita saia igual às minhas antigas! E ao que parece ainda me servem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz bem ao ego e à carteira! 'Tou feliz, ehehehhe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia habituo-me a andar de saltos altos um dia inteiro e aí ainda sou uma mulher mais feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E era só isto que o tempo e a inspiração não dão para mais!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2674191792386193251-2114339319784463079?l=arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2114339319784463079/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2674191792386193251&amp;postID=2114339319784463079&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/2114339319784463079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2674191792386193251/posts/default/2114339319784463079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arcoirisdesentimentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/momento-de-felicidade-de-gaja.html' title='Momento de felicidade de gaja'/><author><name>Lia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594302006323781018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUpUto50ogg/S6Zp2Ym_MRI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptdXDGplY08/S220/DSC01817.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674191792386193251.post-745672610897949311</id><published>2010-03-17T12:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-17T12:49:11.453Z</updated><title type='text'>Can't buy me love (ou como os Beatles a sabiam toda)</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It's been a hard day's night, and I've been working like a dog&lt;br /&gt;It's been a hard day's night, I should be sleeping like a log&lt;br /&gt;But when I get home to you I find the things that you do&lt;br /&gt;Will make me feel alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I work all day to get you money to buy you things&lt;br /&gt;And it's worth it just to hear you say you're gonna give me everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lyrics de &lt;i&gt;Hard days's Night&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm in love with her and I feel fine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Baby says she's mine you know,&lt;br /&gt;She tells me all the time you know,&lt;br /&gt;She said so&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with her and I feel fine&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that she's my little girl&lt;br /&gt;She's so glad, she's telling all the world&lt;br /&gt;That her baby buys her things you know.&lt;br /&gt;He buys her diamond rings you know,&lt;br /&gt;She said so&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lyrics de &lt;i&gt;I feel fine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas felizmente era só no tempo dos The Beatles que o amor se comprava e agora já não há relações por interesse, valha-nos isso!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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