<?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-34918653</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:36:49.688-08:00</updated><category term='Sem fins'/><title type='text'>Um tipo de protótipo</title><subtitle type='html'>Encontro, algures na minha natureza, alguma coisa que me diz que não há nada no mundo que seja desprovido de sentido, e muito menos o sofrimento. Essa qualquer coisa, escondida no mais fundo de mim, como um tesouro num campo, é a humildade(...). É somente quando perdemos todas as coisas que sabemos que a possuímos.

                        (Oscar Wilde, in "De Profundis")</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-4278981798679706718</id><published>2010-04-07T17:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T17:38:40.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MADRINHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É mesmo só para te &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chamar a atenção&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, e para leres o comentário que fiz ao teu post. Isto porquê? Porque ando muuuuuuuuuuuuuuito desaparecida destas zonas. Adivinha? I´m back =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;p.s: até pus laranjinha como tu gostas =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34918653-4278981798679706718?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4278981798679706718/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=4278981798679706718' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/4278981798679706718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/4278981798679706718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2010/04/madrinha.html' title='MADRINHA'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-591351493193190325</id><published>2010-01-08T04:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T05:22:30.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homenagem :)</title><content type='html'>Resolvi invadir o blogue da minha afilhada Joana. Eu sei que ela não se importará. Ou isso, ou este post vai ser apagado quando ela perceber que ele existe.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isto porque hoje é o seu 22º aniversário, e apeteceu-me mostrar a toda a gente a afilhada maravilhosa que tenho.. :) Tenho o privilégio de ser das pessoas que melhor conhece a Joana, não só pela relação próxima que desenvolvemos desde cedo mas porque partilhámos apartamento em Braga durante quase dois anos.&lt;br /&gt;Foste o melhor que me aconteceu nas variadíssimas casas por onde passei e tu sabes disso! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sabes outra coisa? Tenho saudades...&lt;br /&gt;...de te ir acordar muito baixinho, porque sabia que ficavas mal-disposta com barulho logo de manhã;&lt;br /&gt;...de te ensinar a cozinhar e a arrumar e a lavar loiça;&lt;br /&gt;...de passarmos a tarde inteira enfiadas na cozinha a limpar tudo com água quente e lixívia, para dois segundos depois vir alguém estragar tudo;&lt;br /&gt;...de ceiazinhas marotas, partilhadas com sorrisos;&lt;br /&gt;...de refeições estupidamente calóricas para compensar humor deprimido;&lt;br /&gt;...de maratonas de séries, ou simplesmente de ver Sobrenatural ou CSI enquanto comíamos;&lt;br /&gt;...de ver o Jura e rirmo-nos sempre que a imagem parava e ficava a preto e branco;&lt;br /&gt;...de mantinhas enroladas e tardes passadas em poufs;&lt;br /&gt;...de chá preto às 6h da manhã pq tínhamos exame e das idas à wc à vez;&lt;br /&gt;...de cuidar do inhaki;&lt;br /&gt;...de ficar 1h ao tlm contigo, estando tu no teu quarto no andar de cima do duplex;&lt;br /&gt;...de irmos juntas ao ginásio;&lt;br /&gt;...de passearmos no feira nova e fazermos figuras tristes com as nossas gargalhadas no meio da rua;&lt;br /&gt;...de tanta coisa boa que vivi contigo! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/S0crmxVMhbI/AAAAAAAAAMs/vpYsaJToY8o/s1600-h/10435_102803533069807_100000204817811_78377_6405860_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424352221268313522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/S0crmxVMhbI/AAAAAAAAAMs/vpYsaJToY8o/s400/10435_102803533069807_100000204817811_78377_6405860_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que, ao longo da tua vida, consigas encontrar a segurança e confiança que precisas, porque eu sei que tu és especial e sei que vais triunfar e ser muito feliz... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-te minha doida... E vou estar sempre aqui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijo enorme*&lt;br /&gt;Madrinha (a única e mais verdadeira que alguma vez terás! :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34918653-591351493193190325?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/591351493193190325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=591351493193190325' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/591351493193190325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/591351493193190325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2010/01/homenagem.html' title='Homenagem :)'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/S0crmxVMhbI/AAAAAAAAAMs/vpYsaJToY8o/s72-c/10435_102803533069807_100000204817811_78377_6405860_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-3109570966905324050</id><published>2009-11-13T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T11:32:42.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quem me tinha dito que era um mês, quem? Já não me lembro, mas tinha razão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34918653-3109570966905324050?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3109570966905324050/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=3109570966905324050' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/3109570966905324050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/3109570966905324050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2009/11/quem-me-tinha-dito-que-era-um-mes-quem.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-6427698102620766541</id><published>2009-10-04T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T12:45:38.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leitura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que a minha mãe lê o meu blog, isso já eu sabia! Mas que certas pessoas, diga-se, de uma geração que não a minha e com bastante mais cultura, isso eu não desconfiava!! Agora sinto-me pequenina e com muito pouco a dizer...&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/34918653-6427698102620766541?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6427698102620766541/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=6427698102620766541' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/6427698102620766541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/6427698102620766541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2009/10/leitura.html' title='Leitura'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-1259040938968253591</id><published>2009-09-25T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T12:53:26.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais cenas</title><content type='html'>Mas a visão da minha loja... Ai ai (suspiro)... Acho que gostava de ficar por lá mais uns tempinhos! Quem sabe o que aconteceria, quem sabe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34918653-1259040938968253591?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/1259040938968253591/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=1259040938968253591' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/1259040938968253591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/1259040938968253591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2009/09/mais-cenas.html' title='Mais cenas'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-623003281520285964</id><published>2009-09-25T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T12:51:48.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cenas</title><content type='html'>É uma cena, das grandes, saber o que não quero! Que existem situações e sentimentos que não vou viver... Ou porque não dá, ou porque não quero. É f*dido? É! Devem-me ter dado uma vacina contra isso enquanto dormia... É que já me passa ao lado, e nem faço por isso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34918653-623003281520285964?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/623003281520285964/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=623003281520285964' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/623003281520285964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/623003281520285964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2009/09/cenas.html' title='Cenas'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-4511687642592313265</id><published>2009-09-13T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T12:46:51.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Os homens são todos iguais"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;E perante esta frase feita, muitos deles se ofendem, e defendem."Ah, não é bem assim. Há as excepções" (obviamente que quem diz isto pensa sempre ser A excepção). "Não podes por todos no mesmo saco." E etc, etc, etc... Claro que não, todos eles têm uma maneira diferente de nos por na lua, e mais tarde de nos tirar do sério! Gostam de mostrar um lado bonitinho, apelativo... Para depois se lembrarem de regressar às origens e voltarem a ser uns anormais! Não se tratem não, meninos... Depois correm o risco de apenas serem usados para um fim! Sim, porque nós também sabemos ser cabras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34918653-4511687642592313265?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4511687642592313265/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=4511687642592313265' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/4511687642592313265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/4511687642592313265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2009/09/os-homens-sao-todos-iguais.html' title='&quot;Os homens são todos iguais&quot;'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-35555341068417533</id><published>2009-09-05T17:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T17:20:58.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maus hábitos</title><content type='html'>E eu continuo a afastar aqueles que me poderiam fazer feliz, e mantenho próximos os que nunca o farão...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34918653-35555341068417533?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/35555341068417533/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=35555341068417533' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/35555341068417533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/35555341068417533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2009/09/maus-habitos.html' title='Maus hábitos'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-2997641150849835071</id><published>2009-08-04T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T14:47:31.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A descrição perfeita:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"A menina cresceu !!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Aprendeu a se virar sozinha, a ver a vida do seu jeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Aprendeu a ver quem são as pessoas que a fazem bem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; as que a fazem mal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; e as que não fazem simplesmente nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Aprendeu que o que realmente vale à pena é o momento vivido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; que depois, ele pode não ter a mesma intensidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Aprendeu a continuar de cabeça erguida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; a lutar pelas coisas que acredita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; a chorar pelas coisas que ela perdeu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Aprendeu a ver que há certas coisas na vida que o tempo não apaga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; mas que outras, por mais que demore, ele apaga sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Aprendeu que não pode exigir o amor de ninguém...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; pode apenas dar boas razões para que gostem dela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; e ter paciência, para que a vida faça o resto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Aprendeu a ouvir críticas, e elogios...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; a criticar e elogiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Aprendeu a seguir seu coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; antes de seguir qualquer outra coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Viu que a vida não é o castelo encantado que ela pensou ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; mas pode se tornar muito melhor que isso se ela souber viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; E então ela passou a acreditar nela mesma !!!"&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/34918653-2997641150849835071?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/2997641150849835071/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=2997641150849835071' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/2997641150849835071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/2997641150849835071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2009/08/descricao-perfeita.html' title='A descrição perfeita:'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-3445069649220201168</id><published>2009-07-21T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:13:54.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piada do dia (ou ironia do dia, ainda não me decidi)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Quantos psicólogos são precisos para mudar uma lâmpada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Basta um, mas é preciso que a lâmpada queira mudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-family: arial;"&gt;Queirós, A. E. e Santos, A. C. (2008). &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porto versus Lisboa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uma batalha campal.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca ninguém falou tão bem de Lisboa e do Porto.&lt;br /&gt; Nunca ninguém falou tão mal do Porto e de Lisboa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guerra &amp;amp; Paz, p.175.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34918653-3445069649220201168?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3445069649220201168/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=3445069649220201168' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/3445069649220201168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/3445069649220201168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2009/07/piada-do-dia-ou-ironia-do-dia-ainda-nao.html' title='Piada do dia (ou ironia do dia, ainda não me decidi)'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-4034813910615296736</id><published>2009-07-12T06:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T06:22:25.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life is a mixture of sunshine and rain, teardrops and laughter, pleasure            and pain.&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, there was never a cloud that the sun couldn't            shine through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34918653-4034813910615296736?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4034813910615296736/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=4034813910615296736' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/4034813910615296736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/4034813910615296736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-is-mixture-of-sunshine-and-rain_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-3014824724136486964</id><published>2009-07-08T16:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T16:08:01.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Como o nosso querido Prof. Miguel diz:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isso é:&lt;/span&gt;                    &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BULLSHIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34918653-3014824724136486964?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3014824724136486964/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=3014824724136486964' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/3014824724136486964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/3014824724136486964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2009/07/como-o-nosso-querido-prof-miguel-diz.html' title='Como o nosso querido Prof. Miguel diz:'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-8162266155047637184</id><published>2009-07-05T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T14:44:57.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Devaneios</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sinceramente Joana. Tens tanto na tua vida, porque te lamentas? Tens uns pais que te adoram, uma madrinha que gosta muito de ti. Um carro novinho em folha no qual podes ir ter com todos os teus amigos e colegas. Um emprego, e olha que hoje em dia está difícil. Porque te queixas? É que pensando assim, até parece que não chega...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34918653-8162266155047637184?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8162266155047637184/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=8162266155047637184' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/8162266155047637184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/8162266155047637184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2009/07/devaneios.html' title='Devaneios'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-3823808484713643718</id><published>2009-07-05T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T05:41:54.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Às vezes acredito que nem o meu próprio gato me irá aturar muito mais tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34918653-3823808484713643718?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3823808484713643718/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=3823808484713643718' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/3823808484713643718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/3823808484713643718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-vezes-acredito-que-nem-o-meu-proprio.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-6363502806541274102</id><published>2009-06-30T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T14:38:37.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cervantes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Those who will play with cats must expect to be scratched.&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/34918653-6363502806541274102?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6363502806541274102/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=6363502806541274102' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/6363502806541274102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/6363502806541274102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2009/06/cervantes.html' title='Cervantes'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-4726211361790641175</id><published>2009-06-19T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:35:51.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>92-HT-58</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quero escrever aqui, tentar deitar para fora umas quantas coisas... Mas não dá, já escrevi e apaguei vezes sem conta. Tudo me parece demasiado exagerado ou "lamechas". Acho que é mais fácil no papel, poder escrever sem pensar. Tudo sobre o assunto que pesa, sai fluente e sem precupação de ordem ou sentido! Chiça, é difícil mesmo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;(O título é só para enganar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34918653-4726211361790641175?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4726211361790641175/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=4726211361790641175' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/4726211361790641175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/4726211361790641175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2009/06/92-ht-58.html' title='92-HT-58'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-2444647698329195115</id><published>2009-06-15T14:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:42:40.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gostava de ser assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life is short, break the rules, forgive quickly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; kiss slowly, love truly, laugh uncontrollably &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and never regret anything that made you smile.&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/34918653-2444647698329195115?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/2444647698329195115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=2444647698329195115' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/2444647698329195115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/2444647698329195115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2009/06/gostava-de-ser-assim.html' title='Gostava de ser assim'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-3430536523427831815</id><published>2009-06-15T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T14:45:11.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- Hugh White -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The past cannot be changed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                   the future is still in your power.&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/34918653-3430536523427831815?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3430536523427831815/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=3430536523427831815' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/3430536523427831815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/3430536523427831815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2009/06/hugh-white.html' title='- Hugh White -'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-2444248636670308650</id><published>2009-06-12T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T16:38:31.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento da semana:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nada é certo, gente...&lt;br /&gt; Nada é certo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/34918653-2444248636670308650?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/2444248636670308650/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=2444248636670308650' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/2444248636670308650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/2444248636670308650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2009/06/pensamento-da-semana.html' title='Pensamento da semana:'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-7798653324873925971</id><published>2009-06-11T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:32:06.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SjFbpv-MBvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/6l704dt7F88/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SjFbpv-MBvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/6l704dt7F88/s400/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346155005475555058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Numa história, que se vê,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz lembrar memórias,porquê?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na escolha que fazemos,senti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Que parte do meu tempo, perdi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&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/34918653-7798653324873925971?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7798653324873925971/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=7798653324873925971' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/7798653324873925971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/7798653324873925971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2009/06/numa-historia-que-se-ve-faz-lembrar.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SjFbpv-MBvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/6l704dt7F88/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-2081218398308366831</id><published>2009-06-06T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T14:25:16.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madrinha,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;É oficial: virei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34918653-2081218398308366831?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/2081218398308366831/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=2081218398308366831' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/2081218398308366831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/2081218398308366831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2009/06/madrinha.html' title='Madrinha,'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-6669746161508556314</id><published>2009-06-05T11:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T11:01:53.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>É porque</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sempre soubes-te. Quem tiver de lutar, que seja por ti! E não o contrário...&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/34918653-6669746161508556314?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6669746161508556314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=6669746161508556314' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/6669746161508556314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/6669746161508556314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2009/06/e-porque.html' title='É porque'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-3089074007554266394</id><published>2009-05-26T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:25:15.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Montras assassinas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/Shx6NPFhsDI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/uOOI_JS7S18/s1600-h/sapatos007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340277625961164850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/Shx6NPFhsDI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/uOOI_JS7S18/s400/sapatos007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É o que dá vidrar nuns sapatos, numa montra muito conhecida e enganadora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Primeiro o meu dedo acidentado, os risos de gozo da Célia, para logo a seguir fazer o mesmo. Espetar o dedo contra o vidro da montra está na moda, caso não saibam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas como humanas que somos, não aprendemos! E ao tentar ver o preço do fantástico sapato, eis que dou valente cabeçada nessa montra... Pelo menos nesse minuto as senhoras da loja ficaram a conhecer-me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nenhum sapato merece tal amor, não senhor.&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/34918653-3089074007554266394?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3089074007554266394/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=3089074007554266394' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/3089074007554266394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/3089074007554266394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2009/05/montras-assassinas.html' title='Montras assassinas'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/Shx6NPFhsDI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/uOOI_JS7S18/s72-c/sapatos007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-2109682363148336782</id><published>2009-05-24T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T14:45:25.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chamem-lhe o que quiserem, mas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É que são todos iguais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não há um que contrarie tal estigma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Os meus sinceros parabéns!&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/34918653-2109682363148336782?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/2109682363148336782/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=2109682363148336782' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/2109682363148336782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/2109682363148336782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2009/05/chamem-lhe-o-que-quiserem-mas.html' title='Chamem-lhe o que quiserem, mas...'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-2825670146659029172</id><published>2009-05-17T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T14:06:49.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enterro da Gata, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShB8T45PBoI/AAAAAAAAALo/fGn5BtOdCzQ/s1600-h/DSC06731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336902239565842050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShB8T45PBoI/AAAAAAAAALo/fGn5BtOdCzQ/s320/DSC06731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E assim passou mais um enterro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Moch mesmo sem querer, os gregos inesperados, o cheiro a qualquer coisa nada agradável, as bebidas à pala, as ginjas, a Madrinha e o Padrinho (a dobrar), mas por fim, a dor na garganta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agora é mais uma semana para recuperar e voltar ao trabalho! &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/34918653-2825670146659029172?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/2825670146659029172/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=2825670146659029172' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/2825670146659029172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/2825670146659029172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2009/05/enterro-da-gata-2009.html' title='Enterro da Gata, 2009'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShB8T45PBoI/AAAAAAAAALo/fGn5BtOdCzQ/s72-c/DSC06731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-5682172356454995</id><published>2009-04-06T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:49:07.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ela é...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Porque gosto de discutir filmes contigo no MSN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Porque quero que sejas a minha Alex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Porque és Tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adoro-te aqui do fundinho, és a minha Best!&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/34918653-5682172356454995?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/5682172356454995/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=5682172356454995' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/5682172356454995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/5682172356454995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2009/04/ela-e.html' title='Ela é...'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-1031928372217049668</id><published>2009-03-02T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T07:46:17.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Venha quem vier...</title><content type='html'>As "pequenas" coisas (entenda-se: mesmo pequenas) têm significado! Consciente ou inconscientemente, querem dizer alguma coisa. E para me provar que não estou aqui sozinha tenho-te a ti! Obrigada por tudo, e por saber que posso SEMPRE contar contigo.&lt;br /&gt;^Doru-T^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34918653-1031928372217049668?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/1031928372217049668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=1031928372217049668' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/1031928372217049668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/1031928372217049668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2009/03/venha-quem-vier.html' title='Venha quem vier...'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-8618268065415600914</id><published>2009-02-15T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:46:03.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>London</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SZiIgJAUpoI/AAAAAAAAAJM/EWNnrAgWq2o/s1600-h/S7303597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303138646983222914" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SZiGgf5Iz4I/AAAAAAAAAHk/hw-lBDeJ6XI/s200/S7303253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SZiEYwOOwoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/U0kakaIBaAg/s1600-h/S7303239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303134122025075330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SZiEYwOOwoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/U0kakaIBaAg/s200/S7303239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1º Dia:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;London Stansted Station&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;*O dinheiro mais os "pénis"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O receio de não partir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*A entrada no plain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*Os gritos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;*A foto de rajada opé do avião e a sermos expulsas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;*A viagem de autocarro interminável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;*A fome descomunal, a baba para a comida das pessoas e o apontar de dedos aos portugueses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;*O jantar às 6.30h p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;*A gorjeta indesejada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;*O deitar às 9h p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;*O acordar às 11.50h p.m. sem sono, sem poder ligar a luz nem falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O ar condicionado supostamente "avariado"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2º Dia:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Aquela caminhada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O acordar passado 12h de sono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*A comida do TESCO a 2 libras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*A grande caminhada ao centro de Londres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*Nothing Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*Os fantásticos dos palácios, parques, neve, pontes, fonte, bichinhos amigáveis, cafésinho e chá das 5h p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*BIG BEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*A praxe de Londres e o seu policiamento especial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*Os bêbados nas ruas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*Os emplastros que fogem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*A fantástica da noite em Leston Square, onde o BUS "comeu" dois dos nossos e o resto ficou para trás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O Burguer King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*As Inglesas e as suas brutas MINIS e SANDÁLIAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O óculo e o chapéu da moda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O fim da noite no hostel a TER de fazer pouco pio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3º Dia:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please, stand on the right!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O acordar tarde, mais uma vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O almoço no TESCO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O smell do fridge da cozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O andar de metro pela direita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O museu de História e os nossos antecedentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O quase T-REX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*Os caminhos cortados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O big O da Chinoca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*As aventuras pelos metros de Londres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*A saída na parte chiquérrima de Londres, onde SÓ NÓS saímos e toda a gente se pôs a olhar LOL (afinal era engano)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O abandono pela parte deles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O nosso amigo brasileiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O COSTA e o seu magnífico café Americano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*A ida a Leston Square mais uma vez (mas sozinhas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*A Carla a esticar-se para ver "pills" e tobaco, e o senhor da loja a dizer que não vendia aquilo a crianças!!!!! LOOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*A chegada ao Hostel e "eles" na cama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4º Dia:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;B-U-B-A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O acordar tarde (novidade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*TESCO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*Smell para ajudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*A descoberta de um WC que não tem ligação directa para a sanita e com cortina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O museu de Cera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*Os apalpanços aos famosos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*Os linguados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*Os gritos e as mortes estranhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O CAB que por mais que gritássemos ninguém nos ouvia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O segurança que até metia respeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O senhor ET que afinal não era de cera (e nos deixou entrar mais uma vez)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*A chuva chata que molhou o nosso óculinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O BUS, a saída certa, e o marrakesh dos lenços (ai os lenços)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O jantar na sala de convívio e os nossos amigos Italianos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*A garrafa de vinho oferecida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*0.5l vinho rose, 0.5l vinho branco, 0.5l vodka, 1l cerveja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*Os amigos Italianos, mais uma vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O nosso famoso amigo André Oliveira (só nós sabemos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O WC que queria tirar foto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O chuveiro que me molhou toda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*Os dois minutos que foram segundos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O ´"conta-escadas" com o rabinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O frio depois da molha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*A sede a meio da noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*Os bafos que não deixam segredo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O "pill" fora de horas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5º Dia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ressacar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O acordar muito tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O almoço quente no Burguer King (ficas-te cá dentro carago!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O café quente a escaldar LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*As músicas e a dança da ressaca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O passeio pelas ruas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*Os lenços, e os lenços, e mais lenços...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O regresso ao hostel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*Os amigos simpáticos LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O jantar na salita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*As malas, e a confusão de roupas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O jantar deles e as cervejinhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*"O Padrinho"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O convívio que acabou bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O deitar cedo (ou não)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O calor, aquele ar condicionado era estranho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O dormir, às tantas da manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6º Dia:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; OUT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*Responsabilidade: ZERO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*A gaja lá das arábias a dizer que era aquele o quarto dela e que não tinha cama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*A pressa no banho e os lençóis perdidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O check out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*A chegada ao aeroporto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*A calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*A Claire´s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O almoço às 4h (no Burguer King)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*As malas mais a fila de duas horas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*A chegada à linha da frente e chamarem-nos para ir para outra (omg)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*As malas a irem e nós a ficar LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*A corrida até ao GATE 50 quase descalças, com o rabinho a doer (para não dizer mais)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O homem a stressar com vocês porque vieram ter comigo (há co cada um)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*A espera dentro do avião de cerca de uma hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O chocolate quente e o copo badalhoco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*A chegada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O metro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O tirar a barriga de misérias em casa da irmã do óculo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O deitar tarde, só para não variar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;*O cheiro bom de fresco e lavado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7º Dia:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Casinha, finalmente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*A procura da farmácia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*A procura dos 10 euros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*O pão fresco e as torradas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*CAFÉ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*O óklinho da moda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*O comboio, o outro comboio e o outro comboio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*As libras, e que não são poucas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*O sono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*Os vídeos e cartões de memória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*O desfazer das malas, e por tudo directo para lavar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*O emblema perdido, só mais uma cena desaparecida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*O ir para a Disco, ver BURAKA SOM SISTEMA LOOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*E assim foi, uma das melhores semanas da minha vida* (&lt;3u)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34918653-8618268065415600914?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8618268065415600914/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=8618268065415600914' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/8618268065415600914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/8618268065415600914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2009/02/london.html' title='London'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SZiIgJAUpoI/AAAAAAAAAJM/EWNnrAgWq2o/s72-c/S7303597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-3690557472772066060</id><published>2009-02-02T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T09:24:04.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais vale tarde, que não ter festejado :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Joana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Carla, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sara, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tânia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ana, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tino, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prontos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jonas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Manel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Revolt, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pinto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Diogo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hugo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Obrigada pela presença, pelo convívio, por não terem sequer provado o bolo, por terem deitado abaixo duas garrafas de vinho do Porto, por nem sequer terem acabado a Vodka, pela incompreensão do jogo "BUS", por terem vomitado o telhado do vizinho, pelas beatas espalhadas, pelos plásticos do queijo desaparecidos, pelas músicas FANTÁSTICAS da MTC, pelas guitarradas e batucadas do Manel, Diogo e Beto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Obrigada por TUDO =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34918653-3690557472772066060?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3690557472772066060/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=3690557472772066060' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-3616724637746732872</id><published>2009-01-18T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T13:00:59.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No que quero acreditar, (pelo menos) para já!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;Não vale a pena fugires de mim, ou simplesmente ignorar-me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;Porque um dia vou encontrar-te, agarrar-te, e nunca mais te largar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;É apenas uma questão de tempo!&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/34918653-3616724637746732872?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3616724637746732872/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=3616724637746732872' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/3616724637746732872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/3616724637746732872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2009/01/e-nisto-em-que-quero-acreditar-pelo.html' title='No que quero acreditar, (pelo menos) para já!'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-7649861241296665770</id><published>2009-01-08T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T14:38:37.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O melhor aniversário!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nunca esquecerei este dia, graças a voces!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ontem, meia noite em ponto, recebo um vídeo do youtube e uma ameaça para o ver imediatamente. Saem-me de lá uns bonequinhos fofíssimos a cantar os parabéns. A primeira surpresa do dia, que eu amei Janinha! Acordei triste por ter de ficar o dia todo em casa a estudar, pois o exame de amanhã e a intervenção que tenho de fazer não permitem tempos mortos. Saí apenas por volta das 16h devido a um compromisso, e qual não é o meu espanto quando, ao regressar a casa, vejo a luz do meu quarto acesa? Pensei que me estavam a assaltar, pois deixo sempre a janela aberta. Mas não, abro a porta do quarto, ligo a luz, e vejo as paredes cheias de post-it coloridos a dizer: "PARABÉNS! e prendas coladas no tecto e nas paredes! De repente saem-me voces, Fá e Célia, de debaixo da cama aos berros: "PARABÉNS!! MUITOS PARABÉNS!!" Lindo, amei. Pensava mesmo que se tinham esquecido de mim, já não era a primeira vez não é? Gostei IMENSO da surpresa, fiquei mesmo muito feliz. Obrigada por esse mmomento. Depois, eu que ia jantar leite com cereais, fomos comer a bela da francesinha com batata à là 053. Com direito a sobremesa no ENE. Mais uma vez, me cantam os parabéns e com uma velinha à maneira, filmamos e tiramos muitas fotos. Planos para o futuro também entraram neste jantar (e que belos planos). Depois disto tudo, sigo para casa com o intuito de continuar o estudo, e terminar a planificação da intervenção. Não é que recebo um telefonema de uma amiga da GATUNA, atendo, "PARABÉNS A VOCÊ, NESTA DATA QUERIDA..." Lindas, foi uma surpresa e tanto, todas tão afinadinhas, com vozes tão suaves e com os instrumentos a acompanhar. Amei a surpresa, secalhar para voces não quer dizer muito, para mim fez toda a diferença, saber que em voces sempre tenho aquela "família" que dizia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Obrigada a todas, mais uma vez. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fizeram deste dia, um dia muito especial.&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/34918653-7649861241296665770?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7649861241296665770/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=7649861241296665770' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/7649861241296665770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/7649861241296665770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-melhor-aniversrio.html' title='O melhor aniversário!'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-1501629058177679393</id><published>2009-01-07T16:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:16:24.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vinte, e um!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SWVFzeTAkvI/AAAAAAAAAGw/yUZhoVhRxAs/s1600-h/bolo_aniversario.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288710088024953586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SWVFzeTAkvI/AAAAAAAAAGw/yUZhoVhRxAs/s400/bolo_aniversario.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Obrigadinha a todos os que fizeram questão de me lembrar que faço anos hoje eheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Para todos um GRANDE beijinho*****&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/34918653-1501629058177679393?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/1501629058177679393/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=1501629058177679393' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/1501629058177679393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/1501629058177679393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2009/01/vinte-e-um.html' title='Vinte, e um!'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SWVFzeTAkvI/AAAAAAAAAGw/yUZhoVhRxAs/s72-c/bolo_aniversario.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-2570162632820067302</id><published>2009-01-07T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:09:31.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horóscopo 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;São tantas as capricornianas que fazem carreira, que você pode pensar que, para elas, o amor e o casamento vêm em segundo plano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No que se refere ao amor, pode estar certo. Quanto ao casamento não.&lt;/strong&gt; É necessário que os objetivos desta mulher são a segurança, a realização pessoal e a posição social. Pouco importa se esta realização será conseguida trabalhando doze horas por dia ou ao lado de um marido ambicioso e realizado financeiramente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais do que beleza ou a idade, a capricorniana aprecia a capacidade de um homem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ela, como todos do signo de Capricórnio é trabalhadora, planeja o futuro com antecedência e não tem medo do trabalho pesado, desde que sirva para sua ascensão financeira. Poucas são as mulheres de Capricórnio que não gostam de brilhantes, ouro ou qualquer outro símbolo de riqueza. Na verdade elas não apreciam a beleza de uma jóia, mas o quanto vale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ela corteja o sucesso, sonha com ele, mas dificilmente você a verá abrindo o caminho à força para alcançar o primeiro lugar. Algumas pessoas podem até pensar que ela vai se contentar com o ultimo posto, de tão dócil que parece ser. Mas adivinhem que vai chegar em primeiro ou conseguir aquela promoção? Ela, claro!!E é este seu jeito meio sonso, &lt;strong&gt;esta mania que as pessoas tem de acha-la uma pessoa humilde e desprendida das coisas&lt;/strong&gt;, que faz com que muitos quebrem a cara. A capricóniana pode se fingir de morta, mas nunca está morta!&lt;br /&gt;Quando ela deseja algo, vai em frente, determinada a consegui-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poucas são as coisas que ela não consegue, estiver realmente interessada&lt;/strong&gt;. Alguns pensam que ela é ambiciosa, mas se esquecem que ela é determinada. Negociar com está mulher é ter uma lição de como conseguir as coisas sem pechinchar e ainda conseguir o melhor preço. Ela não suporta pedir ou implorar nada para ninguém, é muito orgulhosa para isto. Prefere convencer o vendedor da loja que está oferecendo aquele carro por uma pechincha, que seu preço não conseguiu sensibiliza-la em nada. Lembram do que eu disse sobre a arte de iludir? Pois, então, a capricorniana vai fazer com que ele se sinta culpado por não dar mais uns 10% de desconto. É incrível como esta mulher consegue convencer as pessoas de que estão fazendo um ótimo negócio ao aceitar seus argumentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se existe alguém que consegue abrir um negócio sem um tostão no bolso, este alguém é de Capriconio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melhor do que dizer “te amo”, é dizer: “Você é a mulher mais competente que já que esteve ao meu lado!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A capricorniana finge que pode viver sem elogios, mas ela simplesmente adora ouvi-los! Principalmente ser forem com relação ao seu trabalho ou ao &lt;strong&gt;esforço físico que faz para deixar a casa limpa.&lt;/strong&gt; Esta mulher adora saber que é admirada pelo esforço que faz. Na verdade ela gosta tanto de elogios que muitas vezes costuma dar algumas indiretas para ver se alguém se toca e fala alguma coisa. Comece a elogia-la e vá reparando como sua fisionomia vai mudando conforme as palavras chegam ao seu ouvido. Ela é capaz de fazer várias expressões, todas fingindo humildade, mas no fundo vai estar pulando de alegria. Não se deixe iludir com seu jeito impassível, pensando que está diante de uma pessoa que não sabe o que quer dizer orgulho. Todos os capricornianos são mestres na arte de iludir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para ser bem direto, ela precisa desesperadamente que lhe digam que é boa, bonita, inteligente, trabalhadora…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela parece ser mais equilibrada emocionalmente, do que realmente é&lt;/strong&gt;. As vezes, seus modos podem convence-lo de que é tão firme quanto um rochedo e que nada é capaz de atormenta-la. A verdade é que ela é sujeita à muitas crises de mau-humor, e estas crises costumam ser bem duradouras. Quando elas resolvem que chegou o momento de reclamar, sai de baixo! Nestas horas é melhor estar uns mil quilômetros de distância para não acabar pagando o pato por tudo que aconteceu de errado com ela nos últimos minutos. Sim, elas podem mudar da água para o vinho, ou melhor, do anjo para o diabo, em poucos minutos, e por qualquer coisinha a toa. Mas não diga que esta brigando por nada! Diminuir os motivos do mau humor desta mulher é jogar mais lenha na fogueira!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Parece que ela teve aulas de boas maneiras e etiqueta no ventre da mãe.&lt;br /&gt;Uma das coisas mais interessantes nesta mulher é sua natural educação e seus modos graciosos. Mesmo que ela tenha sido criada em um cortiço, com pais ignorantes, você se convencerá de que está diante de uma mulher que teve ótima educação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A despeito de seu jeito muitas vezes delicado e de sua modéstia, esta mulher sabe como dobra-lo com o dedo mindinho.&lt;/strong&gt; Não tente vença-la pelo cansaço, ou vai acabar descobrindo que ela pode resistir muito mais tempo que você para conseguir o que quer. Ela sabe ser teimosa e persistente quando é preciso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Lembra-vos alguém?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/34918653-2570162632820067302?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/2570162632820067302/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=2570162632820067302' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/2570162632820067302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/2570162632820067302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2009/01/horscopo-2009.html' title='Horóscopo 2009'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-9183294975159490101</id><published>2009-01-06T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:24:07.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:#</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SWPZDFHEwfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/UmvtXFZ17cI/s1600-h/gutto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288309034397778418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SWPZDFHEwfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/UmvtXFZ17cI/s320/gutto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;cheka..eu vou fazer o que tu queres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;estou pronto a dar-te o que quizeres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;mas será que tu estas preparada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;estas pronta para ficares suada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;tu tens uma granda vibe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;fazes um homem implorar por mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;uh..baby tu vais crer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;tu mereces e eu estou aqui p'ra fornecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;tu queres, eu dou-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;quero-te enlouquecer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;e hoje a noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;sei que vai aquecer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;baby deixa ferver, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;anda deixa ferver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;tu queres eu dou-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;quero-te enlouquecer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;e hoje a noite sei que vai aquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;anda faz-me ferver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;baby quero ferver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;não me peças para tentar controlar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;não me peças para nao te fazer gritar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;não me interessa se os visinhos estao a ouvir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;só me interessa o que tu estas a sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;nao me peças para não te tocar assim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;quando toco tu começas a aquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;não tenhas medo de gostar do que gostas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;eu sei que tu és muito mais do que...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;mulher porque e que tu tinhas que ser assim tao boa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;qualquer homem que chega opé de ti fica à toa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;imaginar-te no quarto deitada toda nua(nao percebo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;tu tens carinha de santa mas deves ser perigosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;nao fazes mal a uma mosca mas deves ser gulosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;quero brincar contigo, deixar-te bem nervosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;estas tao cheinha deves tomar a sopinha toda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;tu queres, eu dou-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;quero-te enlouquecer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;e hoje à noite, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;sei que vai aquecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;anda faz-me ferver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gutto Feat Liliana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/34918653-9183294975159490101?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/9183294975159490101/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=9183294975159490101' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/9183294975159490101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/9183294975159490101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=':#'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SWPZDFHEwfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/UmvtXFZ17cI/s72-c/gutto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-3102172368174244119</id><published>2009-01-05T15:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T15:54:13.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delírio do momento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Porque tem de ser assim? Horas a fio de conversas, coladas no ecran, planos, ideias, desejos. Convites indiscretos que, no fundo, nos fazem sentir bem. E queremos mais, e procuramos por mais. Sempre à espera de algo novo que mostre que é diferente do que era antes. Mas ou está igual, ou pior. Chamam-lhe a queda, a tendência. Eu acho que é o íman, karma, ou mesmo culpa das pílulas (segundo alguns estudos). Ou será que é mesmo estupidez crónica? Não passa e ataca quando menos esperamos. Começo a pensar que vale a pena correr o rico da gravidez para ter um "momento estável" (ou não). Tem piada esse jogo, sim. Mas no momento em que nada se concretiza e que tudo não passa do virtual imaginado, chateia. Oh se chateia, porque desejo mais, e mais, e mais... - `Nada disso, aguenta que elas também aguentam, e há mais tempo que tu Joana.` Se pensar bem, não estou assim tão mal. Não chegam nos dedos das mãos para contar o que já passas-te, ao contrário delas. Mas não chega, quero mais. E no fim, baseando-me em algo mais científico, continuo a acreditar que a culpa é das pílulas.&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/34918653-3102172368174244119?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3102172368174244119/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=3102172368174244119' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/3102172368174244119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/3102172368174244119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2009/01/delrio-do-momento.html' title='Delírio do momento'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-7638990388265787340</id><published>2009-01-05T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T03:07:10.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LR World Beauty Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Book na Alemanha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Rosto e assinatura de uma fragância&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Capa da revista LR World durante um ano&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Curso de manequim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Demais para mim, mas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Na final já estou!&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/34918653-7638990388265787340?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7638990388265787340/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=7638990388265787340' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/7638990388265787340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/7638990388265787340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2009/01/lr-world-beauty-queen.html' title='LR World Beauty Queen'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-9107040763306751971</id><published>2009-01-03T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T09:32:47.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As melhores frases dos piores alunos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SV-hLTcnMmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hWcNJl4Wa7M/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287121703127167586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SV-hLTcnMmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hWcNJl4Wa7M/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1- O metro é a décima milionésima parte de um quarto do meridiano terrestre e para o cálculo dar certo arredondaram a Terra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2- O cérebro humano tem dois lados, um para vigiar o outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3- O cérebro tem uma capacidade tão grande que hoje em dia, praticamente, toda a gente tem um.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4- Quando o olho vê, não sabe o que está a ver, então ele amanda uma foto eléctrica para o cérebro que lhe explica o que está a ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5- O nosso sangue divide-se em glóbulos brancos, glóbulos vermelhos e até verdes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6- Nas olimpíadas a competição é tanta que só cinco atletas chegam entre os dez primeiros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7- O piloto que atravessa a barreira do som nem percebe, porque não ouve mais nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8- O teste do carbono 14 permite-nos saber se antigamente alguém morreu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9- Antes mesmo da guerra a mercedes já fabricava volkswagen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10- Pedofilia é o nome que se dá ao estudo dos pêlos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11- O pai de D. Pedro II era D. Pedro I, e de D. Pedro I era D. Pedro 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;12- Nos aviões, os passageiros da primeira classe sofrem menos acidentes que os da classe económica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;13- O índice de fecundidade deve ser igual a 2 para garantir a reprodução das espécies, pois precisa-se de um macho e uma fêmea para fazer o bebé. Podem até ser 3 ou 4, mas chegam 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;14- O homossexualismo, ao contrário do que todos imaginam, não é uma doença, mas ninguém quer tê-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;15- Em 2020 a caixa de previdência já não tem dinheiro para pagar aos reformados, graças à quantidade de velhos que não querem morrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;16- O verme conhecido como solitária é um molusco que mora no interior, mas que está muito sozinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;17- Na segunda guerra mundial toda a Europa foi vítima da barbie nasista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;18- Cada vez mais as pessoas querem conhecer a sua família através da árvore ginecológica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;19- O hipopótamo comanda o sistema digestivo e o hipotálamo é um bicho muito perigoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;20- A Terra vira-se nela mesma, e esse difícil movimento chama-se arrotação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;21- Lenini e Stalone eram grandes figuras do comunismo na Rússia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;22- Uma tonelada pesa pelo menos 100Kg de chumbo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;23- Quando os egípcios viam a morte a chegar, disfarçavam-se de múmia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;24- Uma linha recta deixa de ser recta quando encontra uma curva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;25- O aço é um metal muito mais resistente do que a madeira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;26- O porco é assim chamado porque é nojento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;27- A fundação do Titanic serve para mostrar a agressividade dos ice-bergs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;28- Para fazer uma divisão basta multiplicar subtraindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;29- A água tem uma cor inodora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;30- O telescópio é um tubo que nos permite ver televisão de muito longe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;31- O Marechal António Spínola é conhecido principalmente por estar no dicionário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;32- A idade da pedra começa com a invenção do Bronze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;33- O sul foi posto debaixo do norte por ser mais cómodo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;34- Os rios podem escolher desembocar no mar ou na montanha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;35- A luta greco-romana causou a guerra entre esses dois países.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;36- Os escravos dos romanos eram fabricados em África, mas não eram de boa qualidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;37- O tabaco é uma planta carnívora que se alimenta de pulmões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;38- Na Idade Média os tractores eram puxados por bois, pois não tinha gasolina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;39- A baleia é um peixe mamífero encontrado em abundância nos nossos rios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;40- Quando dois átomos se encontram, vai dar uma grande merda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;41- Princípio de Arquimedes: qualquer corpo mergulhado na água, sai completamente molhado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;42- Newton foi um grande ginecologista e obstetra europeu que regulamentou a lei da gravidez e estudou os ciclos de Ogino-Knaus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;43- A trompa de Eustáquio é um instrumento musical de sopro, inventado pelo grande músico belga Eustáquio, de Bruxelas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;44- Parasitismo é o facto de um gajo não trabalhar e viver à 'pala' dos outros, de dinheiro, cigarros e outros bens materiais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;45- Ecologia é o estudo dos ecos, isto é, da ida e vinda dos sons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;46- A Biologia é o estudo da saúde. E para beneficiar a saúde é que foi inventado o biotónico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;47- As constelações servem para clareficar a noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;48- Ao princípio os índios eram muito atrasados mas com o tempo foram se sifilizando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;49- O Convento dos Capuchos foi construído no céculo 16 mas só no céculo 17 foi levado definitivamente para o alto do monte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;50- A História divide-se em 4: Antiga, Média, Momentânea e Futura, a mais estudada hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;51- A Bigamia era uma espécie de carroça dos gladiadores, puchada por dois cavalos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;52- As aves teem na boca um dente chamado bico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;53- A Terra é um dos planetas mais conhecidos e habitados do mundo.&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/34918653-9107040763306751971?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/9107040763306751971/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=9107040763306751971' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/9107040763306751971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/9107040763306751971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-melhores-frases-dos-piores-alunos.html' title='As melhores frases dos piores alunos'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SV-hLTcnMmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hWcNJl4Wa7M/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-8315396758185860567</id><published>2009-01-02T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T08:44:34.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reveillon 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amei a passagem de ano novo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As pessoas que passaram comigo foram excelentes, o ambiente bastante popular mas muito divertido. Muitos parabéns para a minha mamã, que à meia noite do dia 1 em vez de pedir desejos recebeu um chapéu de festa e um fio todo felpudo amarelo. Maravilha das pintarolas que a Joaninha se lembrou de trazer para substituir as passas.  O Pedro que só queria ir ao bar beber (só porque era bar aberto). Os apitos a noite toda, a acompanhar os senhores "tocamos tudo" e  tocar o "é natal" até ficar sem folego. As garrafas de champanhe, de frize e de água cheias de tudo menos disso, para tocarmos o instrumental da Cartola ( e conseguimos a parte inicial). A minha madrinha que se decidiu a seguir os meus conselhos por uma noite e vestiu-se a rigor: sapatinho e vestidinho decotado. Ao padrinho que nos aturou a noite toda, que nos viu durante o jantar a pintar as unhas umas 5 vezes, a encher e a despejar os liquidos das garrafas, a tocar e a cantar músicas em que os do lado ficaram a olhar para nós, a batermos com os talheres nas mesas em que TODA a gente nos acompanhou, entre muitas outras coisas. Ao Vítor e ao Pai que, durante o jantar todo, foram os nossos fotografos e cameramen, respectivamente. Boas recordações que ficarão. Espero que muitos mais destes momentos venham, e depressinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELIZ ANO NOVO, para todos!&lt;br /&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/34918653-8315396758185860567?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8315396758185860567/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=8315396758185860567' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/8315396758185860567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/8315396758185860567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2009/01/reveillon-2009.html' title='Reveillon 2009'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-7803869883997386971</id><published>2008-12-28T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T11:17:11.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just think about it</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You don't understand when I'm attempting to explain, because you know it all and I guess things will never change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But you might need my hand when falling in your whole, your disposition i'll remember when i'm letting go of you and me, we're through, and re-arrange. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're no good for me, thank God it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You may believe that nothing's wrong until you're crying, and you may believe that life is too long until you're dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You think that everybody is the same. I don't think that anybody is like you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34918653-7803869883997386971?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7803869883997386971/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=7803869883997386971' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/7803869883997386971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/7803869883997386971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-think-about-it.html' title='just think about it'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-1207967762180825192</id><published>2008-12-16T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T07:16:33.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;You don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Somebody's aching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Keeping it all in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Somebody won't let go of his heart but the truth is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;It's painless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Letting your love show...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34918653-1207967762180825192?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/1207967762180825192/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=1207967762180825192' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/1207967762180825192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/1207967762180825192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-show.html' title='Love show'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-2559244519454146631</id><published>2008-12-06T17:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T17:04:12.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estatística sonazol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Medidas de tendência central e medidas de dispersão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tendência central para o errado dentro da dispersão possível alcançável.&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/34918653-2559244519454146631?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/2559244519454146631/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=2559244519454146631' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/2559244519454146631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/2559244519454146631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/12/estatstica-sonazol.html' title='Estatística sonazol'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-8484188097342524174</id><published>2008-12-05T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:03:40.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talvez seja o efeito Axe versão feminina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estação de serviço no Porto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dois cafés, um pacote de pastilhas e uma maçã. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Total: 6.05 EURO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-"6.05?! Qual o preço da maçã?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-"2.25 EURO" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-"Fogo, com esse dinheiro comprava um kg de maçãs" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-"Pronto, fica então a 3.80, não paga a maçã"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-"Ah, pronto, obrigada"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E mais não disse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Definitivamente que irei tornar a queixar-me quando o preço não me agradar.&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/34918653-8484188097342524174?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8484188097342524174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=8484188097342524174' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/8484188097342524174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/8484188097342524174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/12/talvez-seja-o-efeito-axe-verso-feminina.html' title='Talvez seja o efeito Axe versão feminina'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-6872652578860608958</id><published>2008-12-02T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T04:44:48.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nunca vi igual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/STUtsYwDY3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/9izExLWwPzc/s1600-h/tn_GATA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275172779115897714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 62px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/STUtsYwDY3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/9izExLWwPzc/s200/tn_GATA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GATUNA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A Tuna Mais Tuna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(quer tu queiras, quer não)&lt;/strong&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/34918653-6872652578860608958?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6872652578860608958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=6872652578860608958' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/6872652578860608958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/6872652578860608958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/12/nunca-vi-igual.html' title='Nunca vi igual'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/STUtsYwDY3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/9izExLWwPzc/s72-c/tn_GATA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-8607195505788452376</id><published>2008-11-27T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T15:39:15.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dicionário para Loiras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amei, só não gostei do título (mas vou manter a sua origem):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Testículo&lt;/strong&gt;: Texto pequeno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abismado&lt;/strong&gt;: Pessoa que caiu de um abismo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pressupor&lt;/strong&gt;: Pôr preço em alguma coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biscoito&lt;/strong&gt;: Fazer sexo duas vezes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Missão&lt;/strong&gt;: Culto religioso com mais de três horas de duração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Padrão&lt;/strong&gt;: Padre muito alto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estouro&lt;/strong&gt;: Boi que sofreu operação de mudança de sexo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Democracia&lt;/strong&gt;: Sistema de governo do inferno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barracão&lt;/strong&gt;: Proíbe a entrada de caninos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Homossexual&lt;/strong&gt;: Sabão em pó para lavar as partes íntimas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ministério&lt;/strong&gt;: Aparelho de som de dimensões muito reduzidas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edifício&lt;/strong&gt;: Antónimo de "é fácil ". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Detergente&lt;/strong&gt;: Acto de prender seres humanos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Armarinho&lt;/strong&gt;: Vento proveniente do mar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eficiência&lt;/strong&gt;: Estudo das propriedades da letra F. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conversão&lt;/strong&gt;: Conversa prolongada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barganhar&lt;/strong&gt;: Receber um bar de herança. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fluxograma&lt;/strong&gt;: Direcção em que cresce o capim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Halogéneo&lt;/strong&gt;: Forma de cumprimentar pessoas muito inteligentes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unção&lt;/strong&gt;: Erro de concordância verbal. O certo seria "um é". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Expedidor&lt;/strong&gt;: Mendigo que mudou de classe social. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luz solar&lt;/strong&gt;: Sapato que emite luz por baixo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cleptomaníaco&lt;/strong&gt;: Mania por Eric Clapton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tripulante&lt;/strong&gt;: Especialista em salto triplo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contribuir&lt;/strong&gt;: Ir para algum sítio com vários índios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aspirado&lt;/strong&gt;: Carta de baralho completamente maluca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coitado&lt;/strong&gt;: Pessoa vítima de coito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regime&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Militar&lt;/strong&gt;: Rotina de dieta e exercícios feitos pelo exército. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bimestre&lt;/strong&gt;: Mestre em duas artes marciais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caçador&lt;/strong&gt;: Indivíduo que procura sentir dor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suburbano&lt;/strong&gt;: Habitante dos túneis do metro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Volátil&lt;/strong&gt;: Avisares o tio que vais lá. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assaltante&lt;/strong&gt;: Um "A" que salta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Determine&lt;/strong&gt;: Prender a namorada de Mickey Mouse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pornográfico&lt;/strong&gt;: O mesmo que colocar no desenho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coordenada&lt;/strong&gt;: Que não tem cor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Presidiário&lt;/strong&gt;: Aquele que é preso diariamente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ratificar&lt;/strong&gt;: Tornar-se um rato. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Violentamente&lt;/strong&gt;: Viu com lentidão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diabetes&lt;/strong&gt;: As dançarinas do diabo&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/34918653-8607195505788452376?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8607195505788452376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=8607195505788452376' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/8607195505788452376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/8607195505788452376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/11/dicionrio-para-loiras.html' title='Dicionário para Loiras'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-165841207255240755</id><published>2008-11-27T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T05:33:39.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fool me once, shame on you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SS6hoa9h5dI/AAAAAAAAAFo/qHwMLUr_vEc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273329929501664722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SS6hoa9h5dI/AAAAAAAAAFo/qHwMLUr_vEc/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fool me twice, shame on me!&lt;/strong&gt; Às vezes quase acredito que nem batendo com a cabeça até estourar vou abrir os olhos para certas situações. É preciso ser cega, surda e muda. Quando penso que as coisas finalmente se vão endireitar, que tudo está a ficar bem, eis que me chegam aos olhos (e ao coração) informações que não me agradam lá muito. Mas que vida esta, sempre que algo de bom aparece vêm logo 85789753 coisas a desconstruir a minha ideia. E por mais situações que passe, por mais vezes que diga que: é desta que não erro, ou que: nunca mais caio na mesma, a verdade é que torno a passar por outras situações, por achar que realmente é agora e que, no fim, digo que não voltarei a cometer a mierda do mesmo erro. E é por estas e por outras que sou assim: distante e difícil de gostar. Porque ultimamente todas as experiências que vivo só me fazem ver que realmente no mundo pouca gente se aproveita, e mais vale é estar na minha, serena e contente.&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/34918653-165841207255240755?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/165841207255240755/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=165841207255240755' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/165841207255240755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/165841207255240755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/11/fool-me-once-shame-on-you.html' title='Fool me once, shame on you.'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SS6hoa9h5dI/AAAAAAAAAFo/qHwMLUr_vEc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-8733284614136592120</id><published>2008-10-30T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:19:03.741-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sem fins'/><title type='text'>Um turbilhão a 1000 à hora</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E deu para ver, para apreciar, e para concluir. Gosto desse método tão experimental com que me tenho confrontado ultimamente. A vida é, definitivamente, cheia de surpresas e dá voltas em grande. Mas... "Gosto mais de mim". E felizmente consegui aprender um pouco com os passos em falso que dou (constantemente). Sabe mesmo bem dar cabeçadas até rachar, fazer asneiras, e ver as consequências destas. FANTÁSTICO diria até. Quero mais desta adrenalina, que depois acaba por morrer. Estou sempre à espera de mais, e sei que está aí a próxima, está perto.. Eu sinto, eu sei, eu quero e preciso... Uma vida tão cheia de tudo, mas tão cheia mesmo. E chego a querer mais, mais daquilo que me falta. E o que me falta é tão insignificante, e tão pequeno, que não entendo como dou tal importância e me deixo afectar com isso. Confuso, eu sei. Mas é mesmo assim que me encontro neste momento. Bostix.&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/34918653-8733284614136592120?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8733284614136592120/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=8733284614136592120' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/8733284614136592120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/8733284614136592120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/10/um-turbilho-1000-hora.html' title='Um turbilhão a 1000 à hora'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-6889451161578924809</id><published>2008-10-04T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T16:02:41.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou cansada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que me digam que sou bonita, que tenho potencial, que tenho tudo o que é preciso para ser alguém na vida, que tenho tudo para ser feliz, que me peçam para casar se nem sequer sabem metade das coisas que eu sinto, penso ou faço. Pensem antes de sequer pensar em falar. E só depois realizem. Não me conhecem nem tentam que isso aconteça, e eu não estou aqui para agradar a ninguém. Por mais que me julguem, por mais que me achem fútil, EU sei que o que sou até onde me conheço. E o que não conheço hei-de conhecer, através de experiências de vida que muitos nem sonham...&lt;/em&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/34918653-6889451161578924809?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6889451161578924809/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=6889451161578924809' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/6889451161578924809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/6889451161578924809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/10/estou-cansada.html' title='Estou cansada'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-2890243460573722677</id><published>2008-10-03T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T17:11:59.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A história do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que coisas estas, que fazemos e que não pensamos, em que passado dois minutos e depois de termos prometido que não iamos esquecer, nos tentamos com todo o esforço relembrar. São estas coisas que fazem os momentos que passamos inesqueciveis, nem que seja por me chamares tótó, e eu responder com todas as letras que prefiro ser elástico. O cineminha Tempestade Tropical e mais aquele meu bem, como é mesmo o nome dele? Kirk Lazarus ou Robert Downey Jr.? Pode ser de todas as cores que mesmo assim será o "meu amori" durante uns tempos largos. Gostei especialmente de ter comido até rebentar, quase literalmente. De ter misturado pipoca com chocolate milka, de ter bebido coca cola porque tu dizes: "bebe para desentupires isso". E desentupiu, pelo menos até à hora da pipoca. Das tuas idas fantásticas à Throttleman, à procura sei lá bem de quê, mas porque é giro e pronto! Da busca pelo fio dental, encomendar, e depois passar quando a loja já está fechada. Da ida ao WC e pôr toda a gente a olhar para nós por causa das fotos, de irmos pelo corredor e de repente lá se vê um flash, do caminho percorrido com camiões, autocarros e gajos a apitarem e a assobiar. Uma aventura total. Ainda bem que de vez em quando há congressos (de avaliação psicológica) e cursos de intervenção com menores ofensores (em espanhol) para termos destas histórias. E amanhã temos de estar às 9.30h da manhã no CP, e ainda estás a ler a tua nova aquisição e eu a relatar factos (quase quase) históricos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gosto de ti sua chata. irritadiça e madrinha de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1a1b0be31f609263" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1a1b0be31f609263%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331663311%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D9BD24403881D0869C713F34BA002BE7B3A9905.16CD1FB32ABA1EDD1DD75F2369D73DAB18C0F94D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1a1b0be31f609263%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEicSDSMfMXHJApggRpoziHCGTEA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1a1b0be31f609263%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331663311%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D9BD24403881D0869C713F34BA002BE7B3A9905.16CD1FB32ABA1EDD1DD75F2369D73DAB18C0F94D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1a1b0be31f609263%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEicSDSMfMXHJApggRpoziHCGTEA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34918653-2890243460573722677?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1a1b0be31f609263&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/2890243460573722677/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=2890243460573722677' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/2890243460573722677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/2890243460573722677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/10/histria-do-dia.html' title='A história do dia'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-1264864488965076086</id><published>2008-10-03T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T17:47:17.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma declaração especial, banal e não superficial.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Madrinha isto é para ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Descobri agora que dá para agendar posts, então decidi dedicar um a ti =D!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Adoro-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; és a madrinha mais fixe do &lt;strong&gt;UnIvErSo&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Quero-te sempre na minha reles vida, dás-lhe assim uma corzinha, sabes?? &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Laranja Psi de preferência&lt;/span&gt;. E por mais que a vida te pregue partidas, e te surpreendas com algumas atitudes de pessoas que te são bem próximas, comigo já sabes com o que contas. Tal como dizia alguém (e que já não me lembro quem) a previsibilidade é bom, é muito bom... Desde que não seja em demasia. E eu não sou em demasia, porque de vez em quando te surpreendo com coisas parolas destas eheh! E como sabes melhor que ninguém que não sou muito dada a declarações de amor, ainda para mais a uma menina (tu) e não a um menino, aqui fica a prova do quanto és &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ESPECIAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; para mim sua &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mestrada em Psicologia da Saúde&lt;/span&gt;. E agora, para mais uma vez ser previsivel como tu gostas, vou terminar com a frase da praxe, aquela super banal que os azeiteiros dizem: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAS CÁ DENTRO!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOL, deu-me para isto =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Btw (para quem não sabe: "&lt;strong&gt;b&lt;/strong&gt;y &lt;strong&gt;t&lt;/strong&gt;he &lt;strong&gt;w&lt;/strong&gt;ay". E para quem mesmo assim não sabe: "já agora") este post foi escrito no dia 2 de Outubro do ano 2008 (lol), só para ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34918653-1264864488965076086?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/1264864488965076086/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=1264864488965076086' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/1264864488965076086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/1264864488965076086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/10/uma-declarao-especial-banal-e-no.html' title='Uma declaração especial, banal e não superficial.'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-2746526347841536708</id><published>2008-10-02T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T13:48:28.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosto (de gostar e não de paladar)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vida é como um carrocel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sempre a dar voltas, e mais voltas, e mais voltas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34918653-2746526347841536708?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/2746526347841536708/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=2746526347841536708' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/2746526347841536708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/2746526347841536708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/10/gosto-de-gostar-e-no-de-paladar.html' title='Gosto (de gostar e não de paladar)'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-7936648448006700706</id><published>2008-09-21T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T15:12:13.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feiras Novas, Ponte de Lima 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SNbGryQINOI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4-GfdW6GzmE/s1600-h/Imagem(929).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248600871272985826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SNbGryQINOI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4-GfdW6GzmE/s400/Imagem(929).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;São demais para quem não entende que são as mulheres do Feira Nova. Quem esteve lá, e atento, sabe do que falo. Amei, pó ano é pa repetir! E de preferência com a música que passava nos matraquilhos. Peço desculpa aos restantes que não aparecem na foto, mas esta era a melhorzinha de todas!&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/34918653-7936648448006700706?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7936648448006700706/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=7936648448006700706' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/7936648448006700706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/7936648448006700706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/09/feiras-novas-ponte-de-lima-2008.html' title='Feiras Novas, Ponte de Lima 2008'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SNbGryQINOI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4-GfdW6GzmE/s72-c/Imagem(929).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-4490909498824065605</id><published>2008-09-21T14:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T15:12:52.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madona</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Got no boundaries and no limits &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If there's excitement, put me in it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If it's against the law, arrest me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If you can handle it, undress me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34918653-4490909498824065605?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4490909498824065605/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=4490909498824065605' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/4490909498824065605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/4490909498824065605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/09/got-no-boundaries-and-no-limits-if.html' title='Madona'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-8367355899705245301</id><published>2008-09-18T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T12:34:59.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gente, o que é que se passa?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Reabertura do B.A., dia 17 de Setembro. A noite prometia.&lt;br /&gt;Jantarzinho em minha casa (pelo que dizem arroz de "vajz")seguido de um cafésinho, caipirinhas, caipiroskas, caipirão e gin tónico com o pessoal. Foi giro, sim! Relembrei o Celta do ano passado pela decoração do café. Damos a voltinha do costume pelos bares circundantes, sempre seguidas de um grupo de rapazes que engraçou connosco. Decidimos ir até ao Usual. Fomos seguidas, mais uma vez, mas agora por um mendigo cigano, que até parecia cheia de pasta, uma vez que vinha com cervejas e a fumar. Ele cantava bem alto, e até ameaçou roubar a carteira da Né, que nos dava uma chibatada e acabou mesmo por nos atirar uma cerveja. Foi divinal! Ainda bem que tinhamos defesa pessoal. Na entrada do Usual, já com mais pessoal fixe, decide que ainda não está bem e aborda uma amiga minha da maneira mais sensível que já vi: "tu, ó Líbia, ó Líbia, queres pinar comigo?". Não deu pa aguentar, foi risota geral! Os próximos minutos foram dedicados a tentar discutir o significado de "pinar", segundo o dicionário (e pelo que parece é espetar uma estaca). Entramos no B.A.. Muita gente, mesmo muita gente. Quase não se respirava e os olhares sempre à caça. Um tuno meteu logo conversa, com a palavra de que gosta de conhecer gente nova. Gostei da conversa (talvez a única pessoa normal da noite). Muitas fotos pelos fotógrafos, com e sem tunos, ora sozinha ora acompanhada. Saímos. Saíram logo quatro rapazes, que nunca os tinha visto "mais gordos". Seguiram-nos, como era de esperar. O asmático, o Shoc- shoc, o engraçado e o outro. A viagem toda a comparar-me a um comboio, e que tinham de seguir o shoc-shoc dos meus sapatos, porque "o shoc-shoc" é que manda. "É bem". Falaram alto, disseram piadas (alguma até tinham graça) e não desistiram de nos seguir. Chegamos à minha entrada. Eles garantiam que viviam no mesmo prédio. "Força, abram lá a porta. Se vivem aqui decerteza que têm a chave". Qual chave, qual quê. Tocam à campainha, eram 6h a.m., e não é que a abrem? Já ouviram falar em portas fechadas para segurança dos residentes?! Quem se lembra de abrir uma porta assim sem mais nem menos, sem sequer perguntar quem é e o que quer? E como tal, entraram, e chamaram logo o elevador. Eu bem os tentei convencer a subir, que era no quarto andar. Que eu ia no outro com a minha amiga. Mas não, não fui convincente, e tive de levar com eles até à porta da minha casa (que é rés do chão e não precisa de elevador). Fechei a porta na cara deles, sempre a tentar ser bem educada. Carago, nem assim! Passaram uma hora e tal acampados à frente da minha porta, a chamar por mim, a tocar à campainha, a bater à porta, a falar, a chamar, a tocar, a tocar, a tocar.... Grrr! Já me estava a passar. Entretanto, decidiram sair (já eram as 7h e tal). Tocam à campainha lá fora, e toca, e toca... Nada. Foram à volta. O meu quarto tem varanda, então decidiram que era giro ir acampar para lá. Foi muito giro, sem dúvida. A atirar pedrinhas pa janela, a chamar por mim, a tentar subir pelas canalizações. Quando conseguiram subir, engraçaram com a minha roupa interior (que estava a secar lá fora). Pegaram nela e numa mola, juntaram tudo e prenderam, juntamente com um flyer com três números de telemóvel, um 91, 93 e 96! Eficientes, sem dúvida. Por fim, sossego. E já ia bem tarde... Só espero que não se lembrem de mais perseguições deste género, é que não têm piada nenhuma e tiram o sono a qualquer pessoa.&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/34918653-8367355899705245301?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8367355899705245301/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=8367355899705245301' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/8367355899705245301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/8367355899705245301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/09/gente-o-que-que-se-passa.html' title='Gente, o que é que se passa?'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-6234000789082886143</id><published>2008-09-16T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T08:44:29.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So happy together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SM_UUXA1_OI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0GAQui9Ac8I/s1600-h/YouTube_-_The_Turtles_-_So_Happy_Together_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SM_UUXA1_OI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0GAQui9Ac8I/s400/YouTube_-_The_Turtles_-_So_Happy_Together_0007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246645537149943010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine me and you, I do&lt;br /&gt;I think about you day and night, it's only right&lt;br /&gt;To think about the girl you love and hold her tight&lt;br /&gt;So happy together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I should call you up, invest a dime&lt;br /&gt;And you say you belong to me and ease my mind&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how the world could be, so very fine&lt;br /&gt;So happy together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see me lovin' nobody but you&lt;br /&gt;For all my life&lt;br /&gt;When you're with me, baby the skies'll be blue&lt;br /&gt;For all my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and you and you and me&lt;br /&gt;No matter how they toss the dice, it has to be&lt;br /&gt;The only one for me is you, and you for me&lt;br /&gt;So happy together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see me lovin' nobody but you&lt;br /&gt;For all my life&lt;br /&gt;When you're with me, baby the skies'll be blue&lt;br /&gt;For all my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and you and you and me&lt;br /&gt;No matter how they toss the dice, it has to be&lt;br /&gt;The only one for me is you, and you for me&lt;br /&gt;So happy together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba&lt;br /&gt;Ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and you and you and me&lt;br /&gt;No matter how they toss the dice, it has to be&lt;br /&gt;The only one for me is you, and you for me&lt;br /&gt;So happy together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy together&lt;br /&gt;How is the weather&lt;br /&gt;So happy together&lt;br /&gt;We're happy together&lt;br /&gt;So happy together&lt;br /&gt;Happy together&lt;br /&gt;So happy together&lt;br /&gt;So happy together&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34918653-6234000789082886143?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6234000789082886143/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=6234000789082886143' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/6234000789082886143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/6234000789082886143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-happy-together.html' title='So happy together'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SM_UUXA1_OI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0GAQui9Ac8I/s72-c/YouTube_-_The_Turtles_-_So_Happy_Together_0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-7066539970864054707</id><published>2008-08-31T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T11:33:39.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu sei que já vai tarde, mas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Quem me dera que todos os dias fossem 14 de Agosto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Exactamente como ouvi dizer por ai!&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/34918653-7066539970864054707?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7066539970864054707/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=7066539970864054707' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/7066539970864054707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/7066539970864054707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/08/eu-sei-que-j-vai-tarde-mas.html' title='Eu sei que já vai tarde, mas...'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-7697936008239161928</id><published>2008-08-12T16:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T17:19:27.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somos nós</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E mais uma actuação fabulástica dos&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;iPUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; em Espanha, não fossem eles "muita bons". Fomos e encantamos no Celanova Folion Castrexo, na Galiza. Aqui ficam alguns videos que, diga-se de passagem, valem bem a pena cuscar. Valeram os momentos no autocarro, nas actuações, no descanço com os ouriços a picarem, a viola, a flauta, os djambés, drabuca, pandeiro, e claro, os típicos timbalões, caixas e bombos. Deixo por fim uma reportagem feita aos elementos do iPUM que participaram nesta actuação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0JlAqR5hO_4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0JlAqR5hO_4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gcWQefu-Q8M&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gcWQefu-Q8M&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xl7t3ihw8v8&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xl7t3ihw8v8&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MMUJHPlAzHI&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MMUJHPlAzHI&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FWTc-l48dvY&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FWTc-l48dvY&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34918653-7697936008239161928?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7697936008239161928/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=7697936008239161928' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/7697936008239161928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/7697936008239161928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/08/somos-ns.html' title='Somos nós'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-3342592519963889953</id><published>2008-08-12T04:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T05:18:41.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um susto daqueles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sim, eu sei que ando desaparecida. Mas as férias são para descansar e, como tal, não tenho tido tempo nem paciência para escrever. A verdade é que realmente se passaram muitos episódios engraçados durante este tempo, episódios que eu tinha sempre vontade de escrever aqui, mas que não tive oportunidade (e entretanto já me esqueci de muitos pormenores).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas, como já tinha dito, fui outra vez para a praia da Madalena, ter com a minha amiga "Ela" (lol).. Onde estão os simpáticos dos nadadores, muita canalhada das colónias de férias, muitas ondas.. E estávamos nós (eu e "ela") na praia a esturricar, quando decidimos ir ao mar. Entramos contra aquelas ondas enormes que nos arrastavam cada vez mais para dentro. No início éramos umas cinco pessoas na água, entretanto saí e as outras também, porque realmente as ondas estavam a puxar imenso. A minha querida amiga, que gosta de se aventurar, decidiu que não ia sair e continuou a nadar, a nadar.. Pois não é que aquelas ondas gigantescas começaram a vir cada vez mais e com mais força, e "ela" já estava bem lá longe que quase não a distinguia. Só a vejo debaixo de água a levar com todas aquelas ondas, e, lá bem ao longe, vejo-a a abanar os braços no ar (enquanto era engolida pela água do mar) a gesticular imenso e a dizer "- Joana, Joanaaa... " e eu, queres ver que ela quer que vá ter com ela?! Está tola a miuda... "- Joana, ajuuuda-me... " Bem, a rapariga deve estar mesmo aflita, mas será que ela quer que chame os nadadores, ou quer que seja eu que vá lá? Eu não vou decerteza, vou esperar mais um bocadinho. -Joanaaaaaaaaaa, ajuda-me!!!! Opah, olha, secalhar é mesmo melhor chamar o nadador. Enquanto estava a pensar nisto, reparo que já ninguém estava na água, mesmo ninguém, a não ser ela. Toda a gente cá fora colada a olhar para aquela situação que, para além de assustadora, era ridícula. O nadador de tão eficiente, não tinha entrado na água, nem tão pouco tinha reparado. Se não fosse o espanhol, que veio ter comigo mal acabei de ter este grande pensamento a dizer "- Ajuda? Ajuda??" e a apontar para o nadador como quem o quer ir chamar, não tenho dúvidas que o meu freezing iria continuar pela tarde toda e ficar a olhar para o mar.. Assim, o espanhol foi chamar o nadador, pega na bóia e começa a ir para o mar, pronto a mergulhar, quando de repente a minha fantástica amiga decide sair pelo seu pé. LOL. Se não fossem as ondas a parar durante um minuto, acho que ela estava morta a esta hora, graças à incompetência de algumas pessoas, bandeira verde com aquele mar e não se atiram à agua para salvar. É isto que temos minha gente... É isto que temos... Por isso pensem bem antes de se meterem no mar, e verifiquem se os vossos queridos nadadores sabem o que estão a fazer e se, no mínimo, estão atentos ao seu trabalho (ou então atirem alguém à água que não sabe nadar para ver se eles vão lá salvar)!&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/34918653-3342592519963889953?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3342592519963889953/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=3342592519963889953' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/3342592519963889953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/3342592519963889953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/08/um-susto-daqueles.html' title='Um susto daqueles'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-1346326802263586082</id><published>2008-07-21T14:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T15:07:35.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque acho que é fundamental..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E porque tenho a certeza que existem pessoas capazes de lutar por um bem maior:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ec.europa.eu/youth/youth-in-action-programme/doc82_en.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://ec.europa.eu/youth/youth-in-action-programme/doc82_en.htm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ajpaz.org.pt/voluntariado.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.ajpaz.org.pt/voluntariado.htm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu irei, um dia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34918653-1346326802263586082?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/1346326802263586082/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=1346326802263586082' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/1346326802263586082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/1346326802263586082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/07/e-porque-acho-que-fundamental.html' title='Porque acho que é fundamental..'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-3047759394068920154</id><published>2008-07-21T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:09:48.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E mais um festival que passou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SIT0boYkioI/AAAAAAAAADY/AhPLzTaSatg/s1600-h/prodigy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225570223190739586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SIT0boYkioI/AAAAAAAAADY/AhPLzTaSatg/s400/prodigy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O melhor concerto da minha vida. Tudo bem que Linkin não ficou nada atrás, e o mosch de Blasted o ano passado ser fantástico. Mas &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRODIGY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ao vivo, &lt;strong&gt;THE BEST&lt;/strong&gt;. Amei, queria mais e mais e mais. E apesar de todas as negras que hoje tenho devido às belas das cotoveladas, murros, pisadelas, empurrões (bolinha de pimbal autentica) e de ter ficado sem sapatos quatro vezes, sim eu queria MUITO mais. Ficava (quase) até já não ter pernas nem braços. Ao vivo é qualquer coisa, sem dúvida. The Doors, outro concerto fenomenal. Nem sabia que eles iam quando comprei o bilhete, e quando o meu pai me disse até me passei. Sim, porque posso ser de 88, mas os gostos do meu pai passaram para a filha, e não passo sem um bom Rock. Quero mais, quero um concerto onde estejam as minhas bandas predilectas: Ramstein, Slipknot, Disturbed, Rage, Prodigy, Korn, etc, etc, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Era simplesmente fantástico. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Só mais uma coisinha: obrigada pela companhia em The Doors, e por aturares a minha ansiedade inicial em Prodigy (sim, porque o concerto não deu para ter companhia com tanto mosch). Calhavam mesmo bem umas benzodiasepinas com tanta demora da banda =D. Em James, só te agradeço por teres aturado o gajo que se virava para mim constantemente a rir-se! LOL, só porque estava de oculos de sol e à iraquiana com o lenço na cara eheh.. Como tu dizes, deve ter memória curta ele!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E venham os próximos.&lt;/strong&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/34918653-3047759394068920154?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3047759394068920154/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=3047759394068920154' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/3047759394068920154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/3047759394068920154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-melhor-concerto-da-minha-vida.html' title='E mais um festival que passou...'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SIT0boYkioI/AAAAAAAAADY/AhPLzTaSatg/s72-c/prodigy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-6141216285109834426</id><published>2008-07-17T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:09:48.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Take You There</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SH9JISLd0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/EXaXWh617Do/s1600-h/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223974499440775458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SH9JISLd0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/EXaXWh617Do/s400/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know a place that we can go to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A place where no one knows you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They won't know who we are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know a place that we can run to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And do those things we want to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They won't know who we are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me take you there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna take you there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know a place that we've forgotten&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A place we won't get caught in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They won't know who we are (they won't know, won't know)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know a place where we can hide out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And turn our hearts inside out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They won't know who we are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me take you there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna take you there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me take you there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take you there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take you there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ooohhh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ooohhh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ooohhh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ooohhh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know a place we'll be together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And stay this young forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They won't know who we are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me take you there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna take you there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me take you there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take you there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take you there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ooohhh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We can get away to a better place if you let me take you there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We can go there now cause every second counts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl just let me take you there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take you there&lt;/em&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/34918653-6141216285109834426?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6141216285109834426/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=6141216285109834426' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/6141216285109834426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/6141216285109834426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-know-place-that-we-can-go-to-place.html' title='Let Me Take You There'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SH9JISLd0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/EXaXWh617Do/s72-c/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-4634221249899425176</id><published>2008-07-15T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:09:48.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mas somos "gajas" ou não?? III</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SHyKNhPdiJI/AAAAAAAAADI/v-nFXbS-iBE/s1600-h/417937289_498bc66c60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223201632709085330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SHyKNhPdiJI/AAAAAAAAADI/v-nFXbS-iBE/s320/417937289_498bc66c60.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Faltou-nos a coragem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não perguntamos nome nem pedimos número. Mas o senhor que nos atendeu fez o favor de o chamar pelo nome, logo saímos de lá mais "ricas" do que quando entramos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Engraçado engraçado, é que no meio de tanta opção de nome, nem passamos lá perto: Bruno. Chama-se Bruno, e é giro (acho que já disse isto algumas vezes). Pronto, da próxima vez é que vai ser. Vai ser um cafézinho à noite seguida do número de telemóvel (haja esperança).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Os nadadores é que cada vez são mais, esses sim, fazem questão de se mostrar e falam prós sete ventos. Alto como tudo. Desta vez já eram quatro, felicidade das felicidades, muito simpáticos e rodeados de amigos também muito simpáticos. A aproximação segue-se de dia para dia. Não me admira nada que hoje estiquem as belas das toalhas ao pé das nossas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A piada no meio disto tudo, é que vou ter dois exames, no mesmo dia, à mesma hora, e não estou assim como que preocupada com tal acontecimento na humanidade. Só mesmo este sol e este mar divinal me tiram da minha pasmaceira. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Definitivamente, adoro a Praia da Madalena.&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/34918653-4634221249899425176?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4634221249899425176/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=4634221249899425176' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/4634221249899425176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/4634221249899425176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/07/mas-somos-gajas-ou-no-iii.html' title='Mas somos &quot;gajas&quot; ou não?? III'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SHyKNhPdiJI/AAAAAAAAADI/v-nFXbS-iBE/s72-c/417937289_498bc66c60.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-7361339837469774125</id><published>2008-07-12T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T04:40:48.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mas somos "gajas" ou não?? II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Descrição (dia 2):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Resumindo, já sabemos os nomes deles: Tânia, Zé e Tiago. De certeza que hoje já nos convidam para jantarmos todos juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas, novidade de útima hora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ontem decidimos variar no jantar (sim, porque passamos os últimos dois dias a comer arroz de tomate com peixe grelhado) e fomos a um "famosíssimo" restaurante que vende churrasco para fora. Qual é o meu espanto quando vejo o rapaz que grelha e que nos atende: lindo e super simpático! E qual o meu espanto ainda maior quando reparo que é amigo da minha amiga? Fantástico!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Passamos a noite toda a tentar adivinhar o nome dele (uma vez que a minha amiga se decidiu a não lembrar-se do nome). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Então, as opções são, por ordem de preferência: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rodrigo (loooonga história), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;António,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tiago,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rui,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;João,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sérgio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Luis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mário,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dinis (lol, outra história) e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Manel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não sei para quando uma nova visita ao churrasco, mas dessa próxima vez, já vimos com o nome, e com o número (obviamente)! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Até lá, toda a ajuda de mais nomes possíveis é sempre bem vinda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34918653-7361339837469774125?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7361339837469774125/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=7361339837469774125' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/7361339837469774125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/7361339837469774125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/07/mas-somos-gajas-ou-no-ii.html' title='Mas somos &quot;gajas&quot; ou não?? II'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-6538435220930274347</id><published>2008-07-12T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:09:48.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentos (in)felizes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SHiKTV0O4hI/AAAAAAAAADA/DlbJ71suw68/s1600-h/PICT8528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222075832814461458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SHiKTV0O4hI/AAAAAAAAADA/DlbJ71suw68/s400/PICT8528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Tu vê lá se o silicone me cai, ouvis-te??"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sim, está bem... Mas se cair, o que queres que faça?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&gt; Algo que realmente nunca me tinha questionado antes! Se cair, já caiu, não posso mesmo fazer nada porque as pessoas que tiveram de ver, já viram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Já viste, pior pior era estarmos aqui nós sossegadinhas. muito quietinhas, e de repente um avião cai mesmo em cima das nossas cabeças"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Bii que exagero, achas mm? Um cometa antes.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&gt; Sim, porque realmente um cometa é muito mais provável do que um avião. Acordar às 8h e ter destas conversas à meia noite não dá MESMO com nada"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Mais vale ter pancas das minhas do que estalar o ombro e falar durante a noite"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&gt; Cofcof, é que realmente é com cada conversa! Eu tento perceber, mas não vale a pena que NADA do que dizes tem sentido. LOL. Só visto, mesmo... E esse ombro, aaaaiiiii!!!!! (nervos, muuuitos nervos. Qualquer dia vejo um braço solto pela casa, só pode!)&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/34918653-6538435220930274347?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6538435220930274347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=6538435220930274347' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/6538435220930274347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/6538435220930274347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/07/momentos-infelizes.html' title='Momentos (in)felizes!'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SHiKTV0O4hI/AAAAAAAAADA/DlbJ71suw68/s72-c/PICT8528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-7903420564002574897</id><published>2008-07-10T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:09:48.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mas somos "gajas" ou não??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SHaDsoeeyeI/AAAAAAAAACQ/m5aJ6bjc1DE/s1600-h/135336__baywatch8_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221505620785416674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SHaDsoeeyeI/AAAAAAAAACQ/m5aJ6bjc1DE/s400/135336__baywatch8_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Descrição:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um belo dia de praia na Madalena, vento e sol agradável, mesmo ao pé das toalhas dos nadadores-salvadores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Decidem nadar até uma rocha algures no mar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu deitada de barriga para baixo, "ela" sentada na cadeira a apreciar o momento fantástico. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eis que chega uma rapariga e estende a sua toalha ao pé da dos nadadores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;De repente, o olhar d"ela" sobressai, e perssegue todo o momento decorrente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;" "Ela", não olhes. (já dizia eu com cara desiludida)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"ela":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"o quê, mais um nadador-salvador?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;" não, uma gaja"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"ela":&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"o quê, é uma nadadora?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"não, supostamente deve ser uma namorada de algum deles"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"ela":&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"será?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(cara duvidosa)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"ela":&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"está a ir ter com eles"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"o de cabelos curtos está a ir ter com ela"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"será que vão dar beijinho?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"não.. não... não!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"NADA!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"nem na boca, nem na cara"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"estão a ir para o mar..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" não vão de mão dada, vão muito afastados"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"estão a um quilómetro de distância"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"calma, o outro está a sair do mar"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"está a ir ter com ela"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"fixe, também não houve beijinho"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"o de cabelos curtos está a vir"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"cuidado, vem aí, vem aí"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;De repente, olhamos as duas, ao mesmo tempo, para o nosso lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pensamento da rapariga AO LADO:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"estas pitas não têm mais nada que fazer senão pensar em nadadores?! Tirem-me deste filme".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ups, estávamos a ser observadas (e supostamente motivo de riso) por uma rapariga que acompanhou desde o início a nossa fantástica"conversa de gajas alucinadas"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Amanhã lá estaremos, mais uma vez, para um novo filme.&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/34918653-7903420564002574897?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7903420564002574897/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=7903420564002574897' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/7903420564002574897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/7903420564002574897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/07/mas-somos-gajas-ou-no.html' title='Mas somos &quot;gajas&quot; ou não??'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SHaDsoeeyeI/AAAAAAAAACQ/m5aJ6bjc1DE/s72-c/135336__baywatch8_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-5140383627441433466</id><published>2008-07-09T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:09:48.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E eu que sempre sonhei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SHUFayMQStI/AAAAAAAAACI/Fq6yxiyIqQI/s1600-h/blastedmechanismsoundinip4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221085300713867986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SHUFayMQStI/AAAAAAAAACI/Fq6yxiyIqQI/s400/blastedmechanismsoundinip4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quem diria que eu, Joana Patrícia Pires Branco, mais conhecida neste mundo por Xakira, vou conhecer os Blasted Mechanism no dia 15 do mês de Agosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Opah, estou como que louca.. A banda que eu já vi mais de doze vezes e que simplesmente venero, vai actuar no Festival do momento (Boom) e eu VOU ESTAR LÁ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muito obrigada pelos conhecimentos Nuninho.. Eheh =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My wish will come true...&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/34918653-5140383627441433466?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/5140383627441433466/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=5140383627441433466' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/5140383627441433466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/5140383627441433466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/07/e-eu-que-sempre-sonhei.html' title='E eu que sempre sonhei...'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SHUFayMQStI/AAAAAAAAACI/Fq6yxiyIqQI/s72-c/blastedmechanismsoundinip4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-7558141171664290038</id><published>2008-07-07T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T14:17:16.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isto é tudo... Desespero!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Não, Joana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Não são quatro fatias de pão com manteiga que te vão ajudar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Aaaai Maria Xakira.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Que vida a tua!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34918653-7558141171664290038?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7558141171664290038/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=7558141171664290038' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/7558141171664290038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/7558141171664290038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/07/isto-tudo-desespero.html' title='Isto é tudo... Desespero!'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-4615604207616923262</id><published>2008-07-04T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T14:37:46.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Primeira aparição da aparência deu com impressão mais a experiência do que a aparência ilusão, tua presença foi intensa e a minha intenção era ensinar-te a não seres tão sensível ao mencionares a mão que te acarinha o teu barão, eu tenho a minha também, mas não resisto a tentação se não disseres a ninguém, isto é apenas atracção. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Convinha sublinhar bem antes de ultrapassar a linha que nos tem como amantes, ok? Vieram noites de prazer e nunca foi preciso uma cama grande robusta, a beleza que custa a aquecer, dama que assusta até chama o sentimento alguém de quem, sem querer, se ama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Mas eu já tenho a protecção nem vou matar a relação que existe há bué da anos, eu já tenho planos enquanto a dela é triste, ficamos tetris sempre a procura de um encaixe se eu quando eu acho que só te amo da cintura para baixo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Não leves a mal, nada é pessoal sempre foi sexo, mas os dias sem látex tornaram-te num complexo. Foi um erro logo à partida então não fiques ofendida se eu te disser que não há nada em comum e que és uma vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Tento resistir à tentação, por mais que ele queira tenho de dizer que não. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Tento não, não pode haver uma relação, não passa mais do que uma forte atracção. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Meu Deus, como pode ser tão bom esse mal que tu me fazes que me obriga ir a jogos sem figuras e ases, sabendo que não vou ganhar como nunca ganhei, sabendo que não consigo parar como nunca parei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Como podem magras maõs ficarem tão grandes assim, que ías sendo, esgravatar cabem dentro de mim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Só pode ser verdade que me conta a poesia, &lt;strong&gt;eu gosto de gostar e sinto a tua falta todo o dia.&lt;/strong&gt; O que posso eu fazer se me tão bem mal, desafiando as leis da gravidade da minha moral. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O prazer da tua carne tornou-se essencial para a minha sanidade física e mental. &lt;strong&gt;Fatal, fatalmente o coração sente e a minha boca mente em ritmo distercente. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Escrevo para ti em papel de carta, tinta preta como a cor dos teus cabelos em volta de tons de violeta palavras que nunca direi à tua frente aprendi a ser humano, haveria eu de ser diferente? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Eu só amo e não reclamo o prémio sem cautela fechado numa cela sem chave nem janela. A coisa mais bonita deste planeta beleza rara no meio duma sarjeta, amor impossível como Romeu e Julieta. Ao menos sonho contigo e podes crer, já não é cheta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor, não dá.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Eu sei e tu sabes qua não podemos ficar juntos não passa de uma atracção. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Quem tem luz não vê mais fundo ambos sabemos que não dá para termos uma relação temos que nos afastar, esquecer esta paixão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Não passa mais que tentação, baby... Tento resistir a esta tentação, mais que eu queira tenho de dizer que não entre nós não pode haver uma relação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não passa mais que uma forte atracção.&lt;/strong&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/34918653-4615604207616923262?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4615604207616923262/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=4615604207616923262' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/4615604207616923262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/4615604207616923262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/07/primeira-apario-da-aparncia-deu-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-4860340276446001630</id><published>2008-07-02T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T15:40:38.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque apesar de tudo..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...There´s still something missing!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/34918653-4860340276446001630?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4860340276446001630/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=4860340276446001630' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/4860340276446001630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/4860340276446001630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/07/porque-apesar-de-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-8311571425186417562</id><published>2008-06-30T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T15:10:19.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>É definitivo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Está mais que decidido, e comprovado: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o GATO, sempre é GATO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E para que não haja dúvidas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;finalmente o Senhor Freud já tens as cujas ditas que comprovam a sua sexualidade (melhor, o seu sexo!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Fico contente por saber...&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/34918653-8311571425186417562?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8311571425186417562/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=8311571425186417562' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/8311571425186417562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/8311571425186417562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/06/definitivo.html' title='É definitivo'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-5407110591327427922</id><published>2008-06-25T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T16:27:32.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Futuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Primeira opção&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;J&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ustiça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E entrei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Porque?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Éramos trinta pessoas a concorrer para quinze vagas. A minha média não é assim tão boa. Como é possível?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Só espero que seja a escolha acertada, apesar de não me sentir completamente "segura" desta opção (sim, porque o meu CV está repleto de cursos, palestras, etc tudo sobre criminologia e justiça..).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finalmente vou aprender a fazer avaliações psicológicas e perícias, a ver vamos se de alguma coisa me vai servir no futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agora o que me espera são mesmo os concursos à judiciária (keep dreaming Joana..).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O que será do meu futuro, pelo que passarei até realmente encontrar alguma coisa que me realize pessoalmente, e profissionalmente!&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/34918653-5407110591327427922?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/5407110591327427922/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=5407110591327427922' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/5407110591327427922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/5407110591327427922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/06/futuro.html' title='Futuro'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-4011643749434685397</id><published>2008-06-23T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T06:02:06.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S. João 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje, grande &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S. João &lt;/span&gt;no Porto, i hope!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edifício Transparente&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;Maré Alta&lt;/strong&gt;, dois sítios a que nunca fui e, pelo que me dizem, devo gostar decerteza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Comecemos por um jantarzinho da moda com pessoas à maneira nas ruas do Porto, passando pelo Homem do Leme na Foz, para beber uns copitos (de água, obviamente) e um passeio pela areia da praia. Depois seguimos para o prédio transparente, com o tal de Ives Laroc, e seguimos para a Maré Alta até às 10h e tal... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Parece-me um bom programa, agora só me pergunto se irei aguentar! Nem que para recuperar vá dar um mergulhinho à praia!! Eheh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quem quiser está convidado, obviamente!!&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/34918653-4011643749434685397?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4011643749434685397/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=4011643749434685397' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/4011643749434685397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/4011643749434685397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/06/s-joo-2008.html' title='S. João 2008'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-2092032762411549307</id><published>2008-06-18T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:09:49.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SFjxRzhArFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Fa1o12C59DA/s1600-h/88minutes2_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213181856870083666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SFjxRzhArFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Fa1o12C59DA/s400/88minutes2_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Duas palavras: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;simplesmente fantástico!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amei, delirei, colei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se tiverem oportunidade vejam, mesmo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rated*****&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34918653-2092032762411549307?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/2092032762411549307/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=2092032762411549307' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/2092032762411549307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/2092032762411549307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/06/duas-palavras-simplesmente-fantstico.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SFjxRzhArFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Fa1o12C59DA/s72-c/88minutes2_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-5835001771458810926</id><published>2008-06-17T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T04:14:56.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já que andamos numa de falar de amizades, também deixo aqui a minha marca.&lt;br /&gt;Aproveito daqui um espacinho para aqueles que merecem, e também para aqueles que nem por isso o merecem.&lt;br /&gt;É incrível pensar e aperceber-me que, em três anos de Universidade, apenas uma amiga fiz. Não uma amiga qualquer, aquela amiga que sabemos que vai estar sempre lá, que nos diz aquilo que não queremos ouvir quando precisamos, aquela que se lembra de nós mesmo quando só estamos quatro vezes ao ano com ela. É dessas amizades a que me refiro, é por ti que escrevo hoje aqui, e por todas as minhas amigas que não são da universidade. Essas, em quem eu confio, contam-se pelos dedos de uma mão. E a elas eu dou tudo o que estiver ao meu alcance, e faço TUDO o que puder para nunca as perder como amigas.&lt;br /&gt;A quantidade de "amigas" que temos ao longo da vida é enorme, mas são essas designadas as amigas de ocasião, porque precisam de nós, porque gostam de sair à noite, por causa de trabalhos, por causa de actividades extra universidade, por causa de férias, até posso dizer (como já foi dito) por precisarem de um número de alguma amiga minha ou por precisarem momentaneamente de alguma coisa de mim. Epah, essas são imensas, mas quando chegamos à hora da verdade, vemos aquilo que realmente são. E ainda bem que nos apercebemos disso, senão bem nos podiamos consideram "ceguinhas" (neste caso não de amor, mas sim de amizade). Vamos reparando nas coisas, mas vamos deixando passar, porque no fundo queremos acreditar que podem vir a ser mesmo amigas, e, assim, devemos lutar um pouco por elas e não cortar logo. Mas no fim reparamos que quem faz dez, faz cem, e mais vale esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;Pois é, vamo-nos apercebendo pelas mais pequenas coisas da vida. Não é esta que é feita de pequenas coisas? Então, lá está. A minha pseudo-teoria (coisa que tenho ouvido muito ultimamente) até que se confirma. Mas a essas, também só tenho uma coisa a dizer: passem bem (sem mim, claro)!&lt;br /&gt;Aquelas que eu conto com os dedos de uma mão (refira-se: uma mão plena de saúde e com os dedos todos) só tenho a agradecer tudo o que por mim fazem, elas sabem que as tenho em conta (aliás, muito em conta).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero não ferir susceptibilidades!&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/34918653-5835001771458810926?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/5835001771458810926/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=5835001771458810926' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/5835001771458810926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/5835001771458810926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/06/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-4169408003832516754</id><published>2008-06-15T12:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:09:49.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex and the City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SFVxudc0pRI/AAAAAAAAABw/e3_0TJW_8bs/s1600-h/318363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212197186744657170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SFVxudc0pRI/AAAAAAAAABw/e3_0TJW_8bs/s320/318363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já não me lembrava de rir assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Naquela de quem "vai, não vai" ao cinema, fui. E gostei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um filme que fala de tanto, amor, traição, amizade, perdão, sexo!! E com um humor sempre fantástico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Era ouvir o cinema a estremecer de tanto riso por parte da plateia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gostei especialmente dos "pudins" da Charlotte, liiindo! E também de chorar a rir quando toda a gente chorava nas lamechisses, tss tss!! É filme pessoal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E o armário, eu queria assim um guarda roupa (e podia vir já recheado).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É para repetir, mas desta vez em casa. Amei!&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/34918653-4169408003832516754?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4169408003832516754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=4169408003832516754' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/4169408003832516754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/4169408003832516754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/06/sex-and-city.html' title='Sex and the City'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SFVxudc0pRI/AAAAAAAAABw/e3_0TJW_8bs/s72-c/318363.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-5126008276158831194</id><published>2008-06-13T10:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T10:55:46.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E eu a fazer altos elogios aqui à Carlinha e, afinal, a hora ainda não funciona :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A culpa não é minha, pois fiz TUDO o que me mandaram!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Estou sem ideias.. Mais opções??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34918653-5126008276158831194?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/5126008276158831194/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=5126008276158831194' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/5126008276158831194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/5126008276158831194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/06/e-eu-fazer-altos-elogios-aqui-carlinha.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-1768757824102607903</id><published>2008-06-12T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:09:49.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive 07´ Rock in Rio 08´ Marés Vivas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SFGtuFKqxdI/AAAAAAAAABg/54_Vj4VnUJI/s1600-h/mupi_alive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211137251016885714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SFGtuFKqxdI/AAAAAAAAABg/54_Vj4VnUJI/s320/mupi_alive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SFGtuiJQ68I/AAAAAAAAABo/AnMerwk8PRk/s1600-h/2464755425_1d4e82c548_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211137258795625410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SFGtuiJQ68I/AAAAAAAAABo/AnMerwk8PRk/s320/2464755425_1d4e82c548_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E porque eu não fui, mas até gostava de ter ido: a todos os que foram ao Rock in Rio no dia dos Linkin Park muitos parabéns, pois de certeza que assistiram a um dos melhores concertos de sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No&lt;strong&gt; Alive 07 vi Linkin e Pearl Jam&lt;/strong&gt;. Altas expectativas para o último, mas quem realmente "brilhou" foram os meus Linkin. O melhor concerto da minha vida sem qualquer tipo de dúvida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Isto é, tirando a parte em que passei basicamente o concerto todo suspensa no ar, rodeada por quatro marmanjos que me apertaram até não conseguir por mais os pés no chão, em que se o povo descaía para a esquerda eu ia de igual forma, com um gajo atrás de mim que insistia constantemente em por a mão na minha cinta mesmo levando cotoveladas até dizer chega, em que chegamos ao fim sem um telemóvel novo de 600 euros e uns óculos novinhos em folha, em que dormimos num chão descaido em oeiras à espera do comboio para o metro, que quase ficamos fora do comboio depois de HORAS à espera porque já não havia espaço para mais ninguém. E muito mais podia enumerar. Quem foi bem sabe do que falo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sim, realmente foi o melhor concerto da minha vida. E um dia vai ser para repetir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agora só espero pelo dia 18 de Julho: &lt;strong&gt;Marés Vivas&lt;/strong&gt; on the plan!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Estás dentro??&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/34918653-1768757824102607903?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/1768757824102607903/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=1768757824102607903' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/1768757824102607903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/1768757824102607903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/06/alive-07-rock-in-rio-08-mars-vivas.html' title='Alive 07´ Rock in Rio 08´ Marés Vivas'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SFGtuFKqxdI/AAAAAAAAABg/54_Vj4VnUJI/s72-c/mupi_alive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-9089540151099136791</id><published>2008-06-12T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T15:56:40.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muito obrigada pelas explicações =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas se não fosse a minha carlinha através de um desenho muito bonito pelo msn, nunca chegaria a mudar a hora!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mesmo assim, obrigada eheh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34918653-9089540151099136791?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/9089540151099136791/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=9089540151099136791' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/9089540151099136791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/9089540151099136791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/06/muito-obrigada-pelas-explicaes-d-mas-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-3116820591833019964</id><published>2008-06-06T15:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T15:31:27.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas alguém se pode dar ao trabalho de me explicar como mudo as horas neste blog????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Escrevo às 17h da tarde e aparecem 4 da manhã... Bahhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;É favor explicar, agradecida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34918653-3116820591833019964?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/3116820591833019964/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=3116820591833019964' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/3116820591833019964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/3116820591833019964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/06/mas-algum-se-pode-dar-ao-trabalho-de-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-6036052223137579416</id><published>2008-06-06T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:09:49.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esta é só para ti!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SEm4kPxjnbI/AAAAAAAAABY/m0GKVuFIf8A/s1600-h/PICT8546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208897376879877554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SEm4kPxjnbI/AAAAAAAAABY/m0GKVuFIf8A/s400/PICT8546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E não é que tu não saibas, porque sabes, mas sim porque mereces!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amigas como tu não há muitas, pelo menos assim eu quero pensar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já passas-te por experiências muito semelhantes às minhas, mesmo muito semelhantes.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Direi, até, que somos bastante parecidas.. Até somos do mesmo signo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Costumam dizer que isso é mau, eu cá não acho.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tu entendes-me, e eu a ti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quero acreditar que desta vez acertei, e que não vais ser mais uma daquelas que tu bem sabes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Porque te estimo, e acredito que tu me estimas a mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gosto de ti, como gosto de muito pouca gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Resumindo:&lt;/strong&gt; és especial para mim, já fazes parte da minha vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/34918653-6036052223137579416?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6036052223137579416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=6036052223137579416' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/6036052223137579416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/6036052223137579416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/06/esta-s-para-ti.html' title='Esta é só para ti!'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SEm4kPxjnbI/AAAAAAAAABY/m0GKVuFIf8A/s72-c/PICT8546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-7153359871753797327</id><published>2008-06-05T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:09:49.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afinal, em que ficamos?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SEfByQRGYsI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3dp3U5IY9TQ/s1600-h/rato_gato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208344563181576898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SEfByQRGYsI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3dp3U5IY9TQ/s200/rato_gato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agora dão-lhe para me pregar sustos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Então não é que dizem que o meu gato é... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GATA?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não me agrada nada, mas NADA mesmo, esta ideia!!!! Tanto trabalhinho para arranjar um nome que seja minimamente aceitável.. Passou de CãoFreud para simplesmente Freud... E agora, nova batalha a travar para descobrir um nome, desta vez feminino, e de jeito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;O vizinho agora deu-lhe para me dizer que, mais uma vez, e &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AfInAl&lt;/span&gt;, o bicho é macho!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mas em que ficamos afinal??? Jezz... Alguem sabe realmente, neste mundo, distinguir o sexo dos gatos? Dass.. Já ando à nora a pensar como lhe hei-de chamar, o bicho já deve estar baralhado de toda a gente lhe abrir as pernas, sempre a espreitar e a olhar. Já para não mencionar os nomes que lhe chamam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Para o caso do meu vizinho se lembrar e, daqui a uns cinco minutos, me telefonar a dizer que mudou outra vez de opinião e que, realmente, o gato é gata:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aceitam-se sujestões.. Toda a ajuda é preciosa neste momento.. Ho sim...&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/34918653-7153359871753797327?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/7153359871753797327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=7153359871753797327' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/7153359871753797327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/7153359871753797327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/06/afinal-em-que-ficamos.html' title='Afinal, em que ficamos?'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SEfByQRGYsI/AAAAAAAAABQ/3dp3U5IY9TQ/s72-c/rato_gato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-6708380076066209896</id><published>2008-06-01T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:09:50.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SELI8Xz6N4I/AAAAAAAAABI/ofDctSwjGBE/s1600-h/CS295048-01A-BIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206945058703161218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SELI8Xz6N4I/AAAAAAAAABI/ofDctSwjGBE/s400/CS295048-01A-BIG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes you feel like you're down and out, feeling the pressure and you're undone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;And your feeling know nowhere to go, don't you worry i know you're gonna rise, rise, rise... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Keep on rising!&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/34918653-6708380076066209896?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/6708380076066209896/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=6708380076066209896' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/6708380076066209896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/6708380076066209896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/06/sometimes-you-feel-like-youre-down-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SELI8Xz6N4I/AAAAAAAAABI/ofDctSwjGBE/s72-c/CS295048-01A-BIG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-8470317491410930072</id><published>2008-05-31T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:09:50.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SEFHvXz6N0I/AAAAAAAAAAo/iyueKyu1bz4/s1600-h/DSC01784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SEFHvXz6N0I/AAAAAAAAAAo/iyueKyu1bz4/s400/DSC01784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206521523388168002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SEFHv3z6N2I/AAAAAAAAAA4/OInf5uqBCws/s1600-h/DSC01794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SEFHv3z6N2I/AAAAAAAAAA4/OInf5uqBCws/s400/DSC01794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206521531978102626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SEFHv3z6N3I/AAAAAAAAABA/u1TqQClxqQ8/s1600-h/DSC01795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SEFHv3z6N3I/AAAAAAAAABA/u1TqQClxqQ8/s400/DSC01795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206521531978102642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É ele.. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É lindo, é meigo (mas sabe trincar), é fofinho, é muuuuito brincalhão, é preto e branco..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E chama-se Freud, como não podia deixar de ser, uma vez que a dona é psicóloga! Não se dá bem pelo nome, não.. Mas com uns reforços positivos sempre que vem ter comigo quando lhe chamo "FROID", ele vai lá chegar!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tem três meses mas come como um gato grande, por isso passa bem por gato adulto, lol!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Foi-me "oferecido" pelo Badguy a.k.a. Badagaio a.k.a Italiano a.k.a 72 a.k.a Tiago Abade, que agora tem a simples tarefa de me trazer (e ao gato) todas as Sextas e Domingos, para a Régua e Braga respectivamente..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adoro este gato, já não me imagino sem ele. Qualquer dia tenho de o juntar com o Adónis liiindo da Carlinha, a ver se eles se entendem =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34918653-8470317491410930072?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/8470317491410930072/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=8470317491410930072' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/8470317491410930072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/8470317491410930072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/05/freud.html' title='Freud'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SEFHvXz6N0I/AAAAAAAAAAo/iyueKyu1bz4/s72-c/DSC01784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-4360180856617809163</id><published>2008-05-30T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:09:50.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SD_PMWIa0ZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hyNzPn5Ddt0/s1600-h/52304708_Tje1Hsp7_Peso_Regua002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206107505269854610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SD_PMWIa0ZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hyNzPn5Ddt0/s400/52304708_Tje1Hsp7_Peso_Regua002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Da bela da cidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dos momentos que passo lá com as minhas amigas, como "correr" horas a fio, da paisagem da marginal, das conversas típicas de gaja, dos fins de conversa típicas de gaja em minha casa, das noites no aquário a falar de nada, das pipocas com caramelo a ver filmes dum terror estúpido... Saudades disso tudo, e muito mais! Eu, que nunca gostei de lá viver, agora sinto falta desses momentos.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E hoje é sexta feira, dia de regresso a casa =)&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/34918653-4360180856617809163?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/4360180856617809163/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=4360180856617809163' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/4360180856617809163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/4360180856617809163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/05/saudades.html' title='Saudades..'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/SD_PMWIa0ZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/hyNzPn5Ddt0/s72-c/52304708_Tje1Hsp7_Peso_Regua002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-2553739643203017994</id><published>2008-05-28T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T01:37:53.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Trabalho..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;... Muuuuuito trabalho!"&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/34918653-2553739643203017994?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/2553739643203017994/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=2553739643203017994' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/2553739643203017994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/2553739643203017994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/05/trabalho.html' title='&quot;Trabalho..'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-1422052850477436379</id><published>2008-05-27T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T17:40:42.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um dia que passou..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E tanta coisa por fazer ainda! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tantos trabalhos, tantas frequências, e tão pouco tempo para aquilo que queremos.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A Tuna, os Bomboémia e a natação lá ficam a um cantinho, à espera que volte para eles. Tenho saudades de ter apenas um momentinho para mim, para as minhas "coisas". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tanto esforço e, por vezes, nem é reconhecido devidamente.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estou como que cansada deste Bolonha, finalista este ano uma ova. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O que eu mesmo quero agora, é dormir! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas não posso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Porque? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Porque estou a fazer um trabalho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Noite dentro: HERE I GO&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/34918653-1422052850477436379?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/1422052850477436379/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=1422052850477436379' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/1422052850477436379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/1422052850477436379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/05/mais-um-dia-que-passou.html' title='Mais um dia que passou..'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-5994706484580357675</id><published>2008-05-24T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T12:28:54.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentos para recordar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Tão pouco tempo que estamos juntas, e sabe sempre tão bem!&lt;br /&gt;Parece incrivel, mas o tempo passa a voar com as nossas conversas. Quando damos por nós, já é a hora de jantar! E bem que continuavamos assim tarde dentro..&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que vou dizer parece que já sabes o que é, e vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto disso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto que, afinal de contas, até me conheças.&lt;br /&gt;De tantas pessoas com quem falo diariamente, foste a única que reparou que estava "choca". Nem eu mesma me apercebo das coisas, se não me derem o toque. E realmente estou.. Mas isso agora aqui não é chamado.&lt;br /&gt;Só quero que saibas que espero, do fundo do coração, que estes momentos se  continuem a repetir por muito mais tempo. E que tudo o que se tem passado, um dia, vai passar e ser resolvido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ti, e tu sabes disso =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&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/34918653-5994706484580357675?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/5994706484580357675/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=5994706484580357675' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/5994706484580357675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/5994706484580357675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/05/momentos-para-recordar.html' title='Momentos para recordar'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34918653.post-462533168292393848</id><published>2008-05-23T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T12:27:27.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um simples jogo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como é possivel que um simples jogo traga à memória tanta recordação? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bendito seja o MSN mais o seu jogo dragaminas. Que saudades de jogar isto contigo! Só de pensar nas noitadas à frente do PC, sem dormir e já com dores nas costas, lool! Espero que seja pa repetir, muitas e muitas mais vezes. E que esta "ausência" dragamineira tenha sido mesmo passageira, ouvis-te? MESMO! Já estava a ver que hoje nos iamos chatear, mais uma vez! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agora, toma isto como assente: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a excepção NÃO se vai tornar na regra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Agora toca lá a lutar =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.:&lt;/strong&gt; Mais uma vez, o primeiro post em ambos os blogs, fazem referencia a ti. Interessante, não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34918653-462533168292393848?l=xakirah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/feeds/462533168292393848/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34918653&amp;postID=462533168292393848' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/462533168292393848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34918653/posts/default/462533168292393848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xakirah.blogspot.com/2008/05/um-simples-jogo.html' title='Um simples jogo'/><author><name>Joana Branco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02289419699852273558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_63z46VKIAdU/ShnBj012UwI/AAAAAAAAALw/eIhx_9m_pXY/S220/DSC00162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
