<?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-822454449413224212</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:47:52.923+01:00</updated><category term='inicio'/><title type='text'>(",)           Bem Vindo(a)!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>"mais um grão de areia em todo este universo imenso, aqui repouso as minhas ideias, felicidades, frustrações e vontades..."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>189</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-3567133787689522562</id><published>2009-04-17T11:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:50:35.178+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Duvidas??</title><content type='html'>Para que não existam Sónia, o que escrevi referia-se a ti, a nós.&lt;br /&gt;    Alguém que me conheça minimamente sabe que este texto só poderia ser para ti, não houve nem poderia haver qualquer duvida a esse respeito. Apenas tu nunca o viste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-3567133787689522562?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/3567133787689522562/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=3567133787689522562' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/3567133787689522562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/3567133787689522562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2009/04/duvidas.html' title='Duvidas??'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-5677212008317669143</id><published>2009-04-16T16:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:38:44.384+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo tem um fim...</title><content type='html'>Houve momentos em que faria qualquer coisa por ti, qualquer coisa mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;Apenas te queria a meu lado, ouvir a tua voz, sentir o teu respirar, ver esse sorriso, esse olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Todos os desentendimentos que tivemos, fossem eles infantis ou mais graves e com fundamento, foram fazendo com que a "chama" se fosse apagando, ganhando de novo todo o seu esplendor com apenas um telefonema ou mensagem, voltando a desvanecer com o acumular das situações sem nunca no entanto se extinguir. Somos diferentes, nada mais há a dizer sobre isso.&lt;br /&gt;Fui muito feliz, mas também me senti triste, vazio e sozinho e claro frustrado.&lt;br /&gt;Uma coisa é certa, a relação nunca foi monótona...&lt;br /&gt;Todo este texto para te dizer que não mais faz sentido este meu cantinho, foi criado para ti, é certo que foi evoluindo, mas o propósito primordial, tal como a chama nunca se extinguiu.&lt;br /&gt;Desta forma, apenas as memórias ficam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para todos vocês que me apoiaram, acompanharam ou apenas espreitaram o blog, o meu muito sincero e sentido obrigado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti, apenas um adeus e o desejo de que sejas realmente feliz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-5677212008317669143?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/5677212008317669143/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=5677212008317669143' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/5677212008317669143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/5677212008317669143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2009/04/tudo-tem-um-fim.html' title='Tudo tem um fim...'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-1343376571134214275</id><published>2009-02-23T10:45:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:48:25.999Z</updated><title type='text'>Macro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SaJ-x7eM9NI/AAAAAAAABLY/qOVbvHFi77Y/s1600-h/preto2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305942707238925522" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SaJ-x7eM9NI/AAAAAAAABLY/qOVbvHFi77Y/s400/preto2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SaJ-x27YQzI/AAAAAAAABLQ/fzU567MbJC4/s1600-h/preto.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305942706019124018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SaJ-x27YQzI/AAAAAAAABLQ/fzU567MbJC4/s400/preto.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SaJ-xxP-s9I/AAAAAAAABLI/8rrArhEX9lU/s1600-h/verde+e+amarelo2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305942704494916562" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SaJ-xxP-s9I/AAAAAAAABLI/8rrArhEX9lU/s400/verde+e+amarelo2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SaJ-xyl-B2I/AAAAAAAABLA/wodvgmOmHcA/s1600-h/verde+e+amarelo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305942704855582562" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SaJ-xyl-B2I/AAAAAAAABLA/wodvgmOmHcA/s400/verde+e+amarelo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SaJ-mgVEFKI/AAAAAAAABK4/yDNEeygYICs/s1600-h/melga.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305942510974276770" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SaJ-mgVEFKI/AAAAAAAABK4/yDNEeygYICs/s400/melga.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SaJ-mhLp9BI/AAAAAAAABKw/ffM_1GgHMg0/s1600-h/formigas1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305942511203251218" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SaJ-mhLp9BI/AAAAAAAABKw/ffM_1GgHMg0/s400/formigas1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SaJ-mVFeEzI/AAAAAAAABKo/rDaVX-8sL5A/s1600-h/cc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305942507956081458" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SaJ-mVFeEzI/AAAAAAAABKo/rDaVX-8sL5A/s400/cc.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SaJ-mYy_MCI/AAAAAAAABKg/Ak-OAwLEpF0/s1600-h/bc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305942508952301602" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SaJ-mYy_MCI/AAAAAAAABKg/Ak-OAwLEpF0/s400/bc.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SaJ-mSL2SWI/AAAAAAAABKY/FzYvXoCfgZQ/s1600-h/aranha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305942507177527650" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SaJ-mSL2SWI/AAAAAAAABKY/FzYvXoCfgZQ/s400/aranha.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andei a brincar um pouco com a máquina e como sempre gostei de macro... &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/822454449413224212-1343376571134214275?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/1343376571134214275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=1343376571134214275' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/1343376571134214275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/1343376571134214275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2009/02/macro.html' title='Macro'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SaJ-x7eM9NI/AAAAAAAABLY/qOVbvHFi77Y/s72-c/preto2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-410835822933290647</id><published>2009-02-23T09:35:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:45:12.315Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>De nada mais tens servido senão como depósito de fotografias, falta-me inspiração e vontade para procurar tempo e exteriorizar tudo o que guardo cá dentro.&lt;br /&gt;Deixo mais umas fotos e aguardo que essa vontade venha, que algo mexa comigo para sentir tal vontade.&lt;br /&gt;Não quer dizer que a vida se torne monótona, apenas que nada de realmente fantástico me tenha acontecido...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-410835822933290647?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/410835822933290647/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=410835822933290647' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/410835822933290647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/410835822933290647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2009/02/de-nada-mais-tens-servido-senao-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-8889385602797510492</id><published>2009-01-29T10:00:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-29T10:18:12.027Z</updated><title type='text'>Ausência</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SYGBTdjMudI/AAAAAAAABKQ/KqVsVxuYj94/s1600-h/nikon+381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296656808114174418" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SYGBTdjMudI/AAAAAAAABKQ/KqVsVxuYj94/s400/nikon+381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SYGBTEA6xJI/AAAAAAAABKI/gkadK5wVH-I/s1600-h/Snapshot+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296656801259504786" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SYGBTEA6xJI/AAAAAAAABKI/gkadK5wVH-I/s400/Snapshot+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SYGAKCTpzuI/AAAAAAAABKA/7VtdSovJe_Y/s1600-h/nikon+322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296655546670763746" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SYGAKCTpzuI/AAAAAAAABKA/7VtdSovJe_Y/s400/nikon+322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SYGAJ5uqG6I/AAAAAAAABJ4/-Zmfk4ZhXsE/s1600-h/nikon+058a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296655544368110498" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SYGAJ5uqG6I/AAAAAAAABJ4/-Zmfk4ZhXsE/s400/nikon+058a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SYGAJyv16sI/AAAAAAAABJw/bSpNcx25Oo0/s1600-h/nikon+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296655542494030530" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SYGAJyv16sI/AAAAAAAABJw/bSpNcx25Oo0/s400/nikon+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SYGAJ0deh7I/AAAAAAAABJo/yOpL-8n2BPw/s1600-h/nikon+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296655542953871282" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SYGAJ0deh7I/AAAAAAAABJo/yOpL-8n2BPw/s400/nikon+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SYGAJ5ApAjI/AAAAAAAABJg/gFF5mbZESAg/s1600-h/n90+032A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296655544175100466" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SYGAJ5ApAjI/AAAAAAAABJg/gFF5mbZESAg/s400/n90+032A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SYF_hKad37I/AAAAAAAABJY/XIyE937HEVI/s1600-h/eye3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296654844472188850" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SYF_hKad37I/AAAAAAAABJY/XIyE937HEVI/s400/eye3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SYF_gyfRnKI/AAAAAAAABJQ/x4PX4AjJI38/s1600-h/_DSC0134a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296654838049905826" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SYF_gyfRnKI/AAAAAAAABJQ/x4PX4AjJI38/s400/_DSC0134a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SYF_gtRboLI/AAAAAAAABJI/vyFMpuWtn48/s1600-h/_DSC0087a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296654836649664690" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SYF_gtRboLI/AAAAAAAABJI/vyFMpuWtn48/s400/_DSC0087a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SYF_gWcuUqI/AAAAAAAABJA/prOCKBpHKTU/s1600-h/_DSC0068a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296654830523011746" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SYF_gWcuUqI/AAAAAAAABJA/prOCKBpHKTU/s400/_DSC0068a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SYF_fzXs99I/AAAAAAAABI4/AXMYzGzlT4g/s1600-h/_DSC0067a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296654821106710482" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SYF_fzXs99I/AAAAAAAABI4/AXMYzGzlT4g/s400/_DSC0067a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É verdade, faz tempo que o meu tempo não se estica até aqui... abandonei o meu diário.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por vezes a vida complica, ou nós complicamos o que até pode ser simples de resolver...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixo aqui algumas das fotos que tirei ou retoquei, já que não faço mais nada... eh eh eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/822454449413224212-8889385602797510492?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/8889385602797510492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=8889385602797510492' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/8889385602797510492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/8889385602797510492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2009/01/ausencia.html' title='Ausência'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SYGBTdjMudI/AAAAAAAABKQ/KqVsVxuYj94/s72-c/nikon+381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-9109873768171085557</id><published>2008-12-28T23:00:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:15:19.386Z</updated><title type='text'>Figuras no Natal</title><content type='html'>Nesta época anda tudo atarefado, com crise ou não lá se vai comprando as prendas para quem mais se gosta e para quem somos quase que obrigados a comprar...Tudo para bem do negócio e para afastar a crise...Passei o Natal com a família, como a maioria. Não podia deixar de partilhar um vídeo do "nosso pai Natal"... aqui fica ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5308345e0f18dbf8" 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://v18.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5308345e0f18dbf8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331469178%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D61020206952BB90568E402F10FC00FC782E595C0.33316B676598B148BDF0CC3EA6F29A8C7B23C30C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5308345e0f18dbf8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrqVhfgerqUnUmTUgx2teyVAmdM8&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://v18.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5308345e0f18dbf8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331469178%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D61020206952BB90568E402F10FC00FC782E595C0.33316B676598B148BDF0CC3EA6F29A8C7B23C30C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5308345e0f18dbf8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrqVhfgerqUnUmTUgx2teyVAmdM8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-9109873768171085557?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5308345e0f18dbf8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/9109873768171085557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=9109873768171085557' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/9109873768171085557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/9109873768171085557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/12/figuras-no-natal.html' title='Figuras no Natal'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-4972628329145598130</id><published>2008-12-28T22:57:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:00:40.578Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SVgE-q-gGII/AAAAAAAABHw/Meki_sg5HYk/s1600-h/realdragonbw.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284979637454116994" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SVgE-q-gGII/AAAAAAAABHw/Meki_sg5HYk/s400/realdragonbw.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem, acho que vou formar um grupo, o anti mensagens de natal e fim de ano.Caramba, parece quase obrigação ter de enviar e receber milhentas mensagens de natal e de fim de ano, até era giro mas agora é demais! para além de receber uma data de vezes a mesma mensagem de pessoas diferentes, ainda tenho que responder a todas elas...Não, sou contra! Gosto de receber, é verdade, mas não assim tão massivamente nem de tanta gente, já para não falar dos números que nem sei de quem são...Para quem me é querido respondo, para o resto... isto já parece aquelas mensagens da net: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não quebre esta corrente, ela já existe desde 1880 e qualquer coisa...claro que não quebro, alias, ainda gostava de saber porque é que quase todas elas vêm em Português "Abrasileirado", não têm mais nada para fazer?? Dass!!e pronto, já descarreguei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um bom Ano para todos e espero que tenham tido um bom Natal... LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-4972628329145598130?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/4972628329145598130/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=4972628329145598130' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/4972628329145598130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/4972628329145598130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/12/bem-acho-que-vou-formar-um-grupo-o-anti.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SVgE-q-gGII/AAAAAAAABHw/Meki_sg5HYk/s72-c/realdragonbw.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-7687764500545113033</id><published>2008-12-28T22:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:57:32.024Z</updated><title type='text'>Baldas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SVgEQjU8DgI/AAAAAAAABHo/i5wsTbnvYQo/s1600-h/shark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284978845126757890" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SVgEQjU8DgI/AAAAAAAABHo/i5wsTbnvYQo/s400/shark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como não tenho net no trabalho, tenho-me baldado um pouco aqui ao blog. sim, tenho em casa, mas tenho tido preguiça em escrever, esta frio! Com este tempo não me apetece fazer nada a não ser lareira, quentinho e uma serie ou outra...esta frio! não apetece.com este Tempo assim nada apetece, nem escrever, nem sair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enfiar-me num centro comercial nesta quadra, também não me parece a melhor opção, sem duvida que esta quente, mas o caos não me fascina.Infelizmente vou ter de trabalhar no dia 31 e no dia 2, não dá para fazer grandes programas, ainda estou na dúvida para onde irei, provavelmente acabo por ir para um sitio que tem tudo junto e dá para fazer tudo a pé, Santa Cruz.Não é novidade, mas é sempre bom, quando se tem mais tempo é bem melhor e sempre dá para ir para longe e usufruir, agora assim, arrancar dia 31 à tarde para voltar ainda no dia 1... não me parece grande ideia fazer uma data de quilómetros... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-7687764500545113033?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/7687764500545113033/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=7687764500545113033' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/7687764500545113033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/7687764500545113033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/12/baldas.html' title='Baldas'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SVgEQjU8DgI/AAAAAAAABHo/i5wsTbnvYQo/s72-c/shark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-1213658502851924206</id><published>2008-12-11T14:08:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:10:06.975Z</updated><title type='text'>Lua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEfLXdqogI/AAAAAAAABHg/kRIUlMn9Bss/s1600-h/221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278534518392398338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEfLXdqogI/AAAAAAAABHg/kRIUlMn9Bss/s400/221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só tu sabes o quanto me fazes sonhar, navegar e pensar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-1213658502851924206?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/1213658502851924206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=1213658502851924206' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/1213658502851924206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/1213658502851924206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/12/lua.html' title='Lua'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEfLXdqogI/AAAAAAAABHg/kRIUlMn9Bss/s72-c/221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-6133109357632480320</id><published>2008-12-11T11:41:00.010Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:08:22.080Z</updated><title type='text'>Nantes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEdvvpSJnI/AAAAAAAABHY/4ok23BcHIHw/s1600-h/whirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278532944335611506" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEdvvpSJnI/AAAAAAAABHY/4ok23BcHIHw/s400/whirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEduBNZx_I/AAAAAAAABG4/DU6xk8BTwPk/s1600-h/dasss+que+comes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278532914690770930" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEduBNZx_I/AAAAAAAABG4/DU6xk8BTwPk/s400/dasss+que+comes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEah8KX0oI/AAAAAAAABGw/qFHp-oNAObg/s1600-h/where+am+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278529408642568834" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEah8KX0oI/AAAAAAAABGw/qFHp-oNAObg/s400/where+am+i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEaLhYHQ-I/AAAAAAAABGQ/9Rtq0Ss79iw/s1600-h/sexo+seguro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278529023495324642" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEaLhYHQ-I/AAAAAAAABGQ/9Rtq0Ss79iw/s400/sexo+seguro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEZ2qMXPLI/AAAAAAAABF4/epM-Niq_93c/s1600-h/party+mode.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278528665084705970" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEZ2qMXPLI/AAAAAAAABF4/epM-Niq_93c/s400/party+mode.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEZ1vQfuGI/AAAAAAAABFw/9RS0axIU2pg/s1600-h/pai+natal+na+bolha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278528649264347234" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEZ1vQfuGI/AAAAAAAABFw/9RS0axIU2pg/s400/pai+natal+na+bolha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEZ0-T8Y6I/AAAAAAAABFg/9v1dm4VEYb4/s1600-h/nikon+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278528636125471650" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEZ0-T8Y6I/AAAAAAAABFg/9v1dm4VEYb4/s400/nikon+123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEZVpHb9OI/AAAAAAAABFY/dECalM3h-Hs/s1600-h/mi+casa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278528097859925218" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEZVpHb9OI/AAAAAAAABFY/dECalM3h-Hs/s400/mi+casa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEdvWrT6jI/AAAAAAAABHQ/fMK6IBcHv44/s1600-h/lembrei-me+de+ti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278532937633229362" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEdvWrT6jI/AAAAAAAABHQ/fMK6IBcHv44/s400/lembrei-me+de+ti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEY9pLXD6I/AAAAAAAABEQ/XbtRTyqi06k/s1600-h/castelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278527685559521186" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEY9pLXD6I/AAAAAAAABEQ/XbtRTyqi06k/s400/castelo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEY-VKCbpI/AAAAAAAABEg/uLhZOGrWWbc/s1600-h/catedral2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278527697365134994" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEY-VKCbpI/AAAAAAAABEg/uLhZOGrWWbc/s400/catedral2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEZVFRXYGI/AAAAAAAABFA/dKb_s8EDhZU/s1600-h/gaja.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278528088237891682" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 364px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEZVFRXYGI/AAAAAAAABFA/dKb_s8EDhZU/s400/gaja.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEZVXSkMhI/AAAAAAAABFQ/pAft1gJY7nI/s1600-h/inside.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278528093074764306" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEZVXSkMhI/AAAAAAAABFQ/pAft1gJY7nI/s400/inside.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEaMTQ0t8I/AAAAAAAABGo/4s03irj2UJ0/s1600-h/vitral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278529036886521794" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEaMTQ0t8I/AAAAAAAABGo/4s03irj2UJ0/s400/vitral.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEZ3VYc8XI/AAAAAAAABGA/y-HFzCx9z0o/s1600-h/portinholas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278528676678136178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEZ3VYc8XI/AAAAAAAABGA/y-HFzCx9z0o/s400/portinholas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEaLSFih3I/AAAAAAAABGI/D_eC8xWgiEE/s1600-h/quadro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278529019390887794" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEaLSFih3I/AAAAAAAABGI/D_eC8xWgiEE/s400/quadro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEY_izZ1QI/AAAAAAAABEw/e9Z6LVCPeas/s1600-h/dass+outra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278527718208165122" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEY_izZ1QI/AAAAAAAABEw/e9Z6LVCPeas/s400/dass+outra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEaLxagiXI/AAAAAAAABGg/2kGpWLwKF44/s1600-h/vitral2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278529027800336754" style="WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEaLxagiXI/AAAAAAAABGg/2kGpWLwKF44/s400/vitral2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEY-OAbZOI/AAAAAAAABEY/DJyxTO6z62A/s1600-h/cat+inside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278527695445779682" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEY-OAbZOI/AAAAAAAABEY/DJyxTO6z62A/s400/cat+inside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEYjx5mvBI/AAAAAAAABEI/ukKYiuG9K7Q/s1600-h/candelabro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278527241224371218" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEYjx5mvBI/AAAAAAAABEI/ukKYiuG9K7Q/s400/candelabro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEYjfUp0xI/AAAAAAAABEA/67pRpdGIgrA/s1600-h/bruxas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278527236237546258" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEYjfUp0xI/AAAAAAAABEA/67pRpdGIgrA/s400/bruxas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEYi60SCWI/AAAAAAAABDw/w9xpWasFrU8/s1600-h/arvore.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278527226438093154" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEYi60SCWI/AAAAAAAABDw/w9xpWasFrU8/s400/arvore.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEY-eBwJCI/AAAAAAAABEo/8cH33jcgy4E/s1600-h/creperie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278527699746300962" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEY-eBwJCI/AAAAAAAABEo/8cH33jcgy4E/s400/creperie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEYjOlnx-I/AAAAAAAABD4/X1Ia86rJHoY/s1600-h/bar+do+manito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278527231745312738" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEYjOlnx-I/AAAAAAAABD4/X1Ia86rJHoY/s400/bar+do+manito.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEdufr8UQI/AAAAAAAABHA/IeVyB8g_5Ig/s1600-h/fII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278532922871927042" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEdufr8UQI/AAAAAAAABHA/IeVyB8g_5Ig/s400/fII.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEdvBn3ZEI/AAAAAAAABHI/2mKKYMa99Hw/s1600-h/fIIa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278532931981632578" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEdvBn3ZEI/AAAAAAAABHI/2mKKYMa99Hw/s400/fIIa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEYiv-Y16I/AAAAAAAABDo/6zEOmjg5V6E/s1600-h/a+historia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278527223527692194" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEYiv-Y16I/AAAAAAAABDo/6zEOmjg5V6E/s400/a+historia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora, foi bom mas já acabou, 4 dias em Nantes, acabei por não ir a paris pois achei que por tão pouco tempo ir pagar 100€ só de tgv me pareceu demasiado, acabei por ficar em Reze e Nantes. A verdade é que gostei, frio como o raio, mas visto que a Sofia, a pessoa com quem fiquei, tinha sempre o aquecimento central ligado, quase nem se dava por isso, pelo menos em casa, porque de resto, dass...No primeiro dia, apanhei logo uma valente seca por causa da porra dos aviões. Estava a ver que nunca mais chegava... Ainda fui conhecer um pouco da vila, parte histórica, o normal. E fui-me deitar, claro que antes a menina Sofia quis ir até ao kfc, que se diga que é bem melhor em que cá em Portugal. No sábado fui tirar as fotos que não consegui no dia anterior e assistir ao jogo, ela joga basket . felizmente ganharam. No domingo, como ela treina uma equipa da 3a regional, fui assistir a outro jogo... Ganharam também, eu dei sorte eh eh eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A noite foi bem porreira, a equipa foi fazer crepes lá para casa e levaram de tudo, comida e bebida.cidra, vinho, champanhe, uma bebida tipo espumante mas com sabor a pêssego e sim, sumos naturais também...Foi bom, fora o pormenor da sanita ter pifado, tudo correu pelo melhor, até o arranjo que lhe fizeram ao quarto... :)Eu não sabia de nada, sério eh eh eh Bem, nantes é uma cidade histórica, não vou estar para aqui a falar do que vi porque também não me lembro dos nomes, mas a verdade é esta mesmo, é calma pacata e interessante. É como Lisboa à uns bons atrás, pode-se andar por todo o lado à noite, sem medos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEZVQOzuqI/AAAAAAAABFI/uvAePdD6ZvU/s1600-h/gajas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278528091179956898" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEZVQOzuqI/AAAAAAAABFI/uvAePdD6ZvU/s400/gajas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEZUxOiHBI/AAAAAAAABE4/BUVCc9LWjF8/s1600-h/festa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278528082857303058" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEZUxOiHBI/AAAAAAAABE4/BUVCc9LWjF8/s400/festa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gostei e não foi porque estive sempre rodeado de mulheres, verdade seja dita... Portugal, sem dúvida alguma! Há mulher mais bonita e interessante? ;)&lt;br /&gt;De volta e sem vontade nenhuma de começar já a trabalhar, mas tem de ser.Sofia maninha, obrigado por me acolheres e por me mostrares a cidade, no último dia ganhou um colorido enorme, e não foi por causa do bar gay a que fomos, mas sim pelo que bebemos e pela tua companhia claro ;). Beijos e muito obrigado.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEZ1W0qVhI/AAAAAAAABFo/Xu84Er2-c44/s1600-h/obrigado.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278528642705151506" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 324px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEZ1W0qVhI/AAAAAAAABFo/Xu84Er2-c44/s400/obrigado.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/822454449413224212-6133109357632480320?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/6133109357632480320/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=6133109357632480320' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/6133109357632480320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/6133109357632480320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/12/nantes.html' title='Nantes'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SUEdvvpSJnI/AAAAAAAABHY/4ok23BcHIHw/s72-c/whirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-455562535232958887</id><published>2008-11-29T10:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-29T10:37:02.449Z</updated><title type='text'>Passeio por Lisboa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STEbN9rvujI/AAAAAAAABBM/8HfsEzLRq2c/s1600-h/electrico1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274026565337856562" style="WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STEbN9rvujI/AAAAAAAABBM/8HfsEzLRq2c/s400/electrico1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STEbNnxycFI/AAAAAAAABBE/-Xwr2-h9L4o/s1600-h/jameson.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274026559457620050" style="WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STEbNnxycFI/AAAAAAAABBE/-Xwr2-h9L4o/s400/jameson.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STEbNZSmXUI/AAAAAAAABA8/7jYoNcoC0Wc/s1600-h/_DSC0138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274026555568708930" style="WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STEbNZSmXUI/AAAAAAAABA8/7jYoNcoC0Wc/s400/_DSC0138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STEbNJJiOpI/AAAAAAAABA0/5ZWbpBXkkVA/s1600-h/_DSC0128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274026551235721874" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STEbNJJiOpI/AAAAAAAABA0/5ZWbpBXkkVA/s400/_DSC0128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STEbMyXrmMI/AAAAAAAABAs/qx0e3Qb4MRM/s1600-h/_DSC0114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274026545121040578" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STEbMyXrmMI/AAAAAAAABAs/qx0e3Qb4MRM/s400/_DSC0114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STEan4e-MEI/AAAAAAAABAk/2KVuIMBY9V8/s1600-h/_DSC0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274025911107072066" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STEan4e-MEI/AAAAAAAABAk/2KVuIMBY9V8/s400/_DSC0087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STEanaJGpDI/AAAAAAAABAc/_pZ780paujI/s1600-h/_DSC0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274025902962287666" style="WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STEanaJGpDI/AAAAAAAABAc/_pZ780paujI/s400/_DSC0068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STEanYe_4bI/AAAAAAAABAU/ZUG7-Wgd0vw/s1600-h/_DSC0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274025902517248434" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STEanYe_4bI/AAAAAAAABAU/ZUG7-Wgd0vw/s400/_DSC0059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STEamwnxPvI/AAAAAAAABAM/HeZQAqTXN7E/s1600-h/_DSC0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274025891816619762" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STEamwnxPvI/AAAAAAAABAM/HeZQAqTXN7E/s400/_DSC0056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STEam9GP_AI/AAAAAAAABAE/jBHV3aFlEaY/s1600-h/_DSC0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274025895165688834" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STEam9GP_AI/AAAAAAAABAE/jBHV3aFlEaY/s400/_DSC0042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No fim-de-semana passado fomos até ao Castelo. Soube bem a caminhada e aproveitei para tirar umas fotografias...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;infelizmente, o gajo tem a mania de não olhar para o visor! Ainda pensa que tem uma máquina de filme...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/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/822454449413224212-455562535232958887?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/455562535232958887/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=455562535232958887' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/455562535232958887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/455562535232958887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/11/passeio-por-lisboa.html' title='Passeio por Lisboa'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STEbN9rvujI/AAAAAAAABBM/8HfsEzLRq2c/s72-c/electrico1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-8979460900913797681</id><published>2008-11-26T16:58:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-29T10:03:12.374Z</updated><title type='text'>Astrofotografia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STETKxmglBI/AAAAAAAAA_8/dK3xr3_tWrc/s1600-h/a+primeira.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274017714462037010" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STETKxmglBI/AAAAAAAAA_8/dK3xr3_tWrc/s400/a+primeira.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STETKQg0dXI/AAAAAAAAA_0/2zIRB7-OE5E/s1600-h/lua1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É verdade, começámos de uma forma muito tímida a tentar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com o telescópio do Mário, a minha maquina e uma confusão de mãos á mistura, lá conseguimos tirar umas fotos :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi realmente divertido porque para além da nossa total inexperiência, estava um frio de rachar, então por um lado queríamos ver os resultados, por outro queríamos mesmo era estar no quentinho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda por cima, a máquina que utilizamos para fotografar não era a mais indicada para dois novatos, percebendo tanto da coisa nem calibramos o telescópio para o peso adicional, ora o que deu? borrada!! então para conseguirmos tirar as fotos estava um a segurar no telescópio, tentando o manter no sitio e não é fácil, nada mesmo! visto que para alem de estar a tremer, o telescópio fugia e como se sabe a lua também não parava quieta, depois estava o outro a focar e a tentar tirar a fotografia, na verdade nem sei como conseguimos! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aqui ficam algumas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: o material até era bom, o que falhou mesmo foi a mão de obra... &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STETKe7I1lI/AAAAAAAAA_s/Rn1vUue73J0/s1600-h/lua.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274017709448287826" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 394px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STETKe7I1lI/AAAAAAAAA_s/Rn1vUue73J0/s400/lua.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/822454449413224212-8979460900913797681?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/8979460900913797681/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=8979460900913797681' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/8979460900913797681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/8979460900913797681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/11/astrofotografia.html' title='Astrofotografia'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STETKxmglBI/AAAAAAAAA_8/dK3xr3_tWrc/s72-c/a+primeira.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-4855839204389535158</id><published>2008-11-21T16:41:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-11-21T17:05:12.165Z</updated><title type='text'>MoRrO no mOrRo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SSbqDN_btfI/AAAAAAAAA_k/aRdGCMg0ORo/s1600-h/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271157754899969522" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SSbqDN_btfI/AAAAAAAAA_k/aRdGCMg0ORo/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentes-te bem, feliz e até despreocupado, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;de repente, como que se de um golpe de espada se tratasse, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sentes-te atravessado por uma sensação de desequilíbrio, de queda, de falta de terreno seguro, foi o escuro do passado a voltar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SSbqC8fxZUI/AAAAAAAAA_U/8Wi-mytrscI/s1600-h/lua.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271157750203770178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SSbqC8fxZUI/AAAAAAAAA_U/8Wi-mytrscI/s400/lua.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escuro que era luz, te guiava e levava a todo o tipo de loucuras, como uma religião, o fanatismo sempre levou à destruição...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não por falta de aviso, por paixão! Como tantos outros, iludido, feliz dentro de toda a bolha que me envolvia e só eu não via.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caí, voltei a cair, pensei para mim mesmo agora sim, já me levantei! Eis que a terra treme de novo debaixo dos meus pés. Sabendo tudo o que se passou, procuro a bolha que de mim voou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Burro diz a consciência! mas de dentro ainda sai uma voz doce e convidativa, como droga suicida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E como tão bem se sabe, não é por fazer mal que se consome, é por saber tão bem...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SSbqC8HVbcI/AAAAAAAAA_c/EGejKVAsFqA/s1600-h/moinho.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271157750101274050" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SSbqC8HVbcI/AAAAAAAAA_c/EGejKVAsFqA/s400/moinho.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/822454449413224212-4855839204389535158?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/4855839204389535158/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=4855839204389535158' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/4855839204389535158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/4855839204389535158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/11/morro-no-morro.html' title='MoRrO no mOrRo'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SSbqDN_btfI/AAAAAAAAA_k/aRdGCMg0ORo/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-8775027317984339554</id><published>2008-11-06T14:12:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:23:28.496Z</updated><title type='text'>Aqui ficam mais algumas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SRL9RtDgRdI/AAAAAAAAA-0/330HL7rDvUc/s1600-h/g2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265549394943428050" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SRL9RtDgRdI/AAAAAAAAA-0/330HL7rDvUc/s400/g2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SRL9SYQDynI/AAAAAAAAA_E/K9QsvlKM1dY/s1600-h/gar%C3%A7a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265549406538812018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SRL9SYQDynI/AAAAAAAAA_E/K9QsvlKM1dY/s400/gar%C3%A7a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SRL9Rydlk-I/AAAAAAAAA-8/X-RhTr4W9x4/s1600-h/gai.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265549396395004898" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SRL9Rydlk-I/AAAAAAAAA-8/X-RhTr4W9x4/s400/gai.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SRL9ST_2zXI/AAAAAAAAA_M/JSyB5UNb2Nk/s1600-h/ondesestavas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265549405397110130" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SRL9ST_2zXI/AAAAAAAAA_M/JSyB5UNb2Nk/s400/ondesestavas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SRL9RY75tgI/AAAAAAAAA-s/HuLAJLzdGcE/s1600-h/ent%C3%A3o+p%C3%A1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265549389542831618" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SRL9RY75tgI/AAAAAAAAA-s/HuLAJLzdGcE/s400/ent%C3%A3o+p%C3%A1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-8775027317984339554?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/8775027317984339554/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=8775027317984339554' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/8775027317984339554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/8775027317984339554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/11/aqui-ficam-mais-algumas.html' title='Aqui ficam mais algumas'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SRL9RtDgRdI/AAAAAAAAA-0/330HL7rDvUc/s72-c/g2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-2041821946485505847</id><published>2008-11-06T13:28:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:11:38.218Z</updated><title type='text'>Estranha maneira de ser</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SRL6t58aT_I/AAAAAAAAA-c/YpBi_Gr8NkY/s1600-h/farol.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265546580904792050" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SRL6t58aT_I/AAAAAAAAA-c/YpBi_Gr8NkY/s400/farol.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou, ou pelo menos assim me sinto. Diferente dos "outros". A verdade é que até gosto de me sentir assim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem melhor, nem pior. Apenas diferente, com uma forma diferente de ver e sentir as coisas, talvez não encare tudo da melhor forma, ninguém é perfeito, sinceramente nem gostaria de ser. Penso que aquilo que não gostamos em nós combatemos e modificamos, aquilo que os outros não gostam, ou vivem com isso, ou não! Embora só quando nos chamam a atenção de certas coisas é que realmente nos apercebemos que somos assim. É como quando estamos a ver um vídeo em que entramos e reparamos que temos este ou aquele "tique" ou que repetimos aquela expressão que achamos imensa piada demasiadas vezes... ao ponto de nem nós nos suportarmos... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ser diferente não é mau, pode até ser extremamente positivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não és o único diferente no mundo manito, basta olhares para quase todos os meus amigos... o que têm em comum? são únicos, diferentes e para mim muito importantes, todos!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SRL6uESn2WI/AAAAAAAAA-k/Ur_sK4ZmHkM/s1600-h/ll.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265546583682308450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SRL6uESn2WI/AAAAAAAAA-k/Ur_sK4ZmHkM/s400/ll.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-2041821946485505847?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/2041821946485505847/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=2041821946485505847' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/2041821946485505847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/2041821946485505847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/11/estranha-maneira-de-ser.html' title='Estranha maneira de ser'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SRL6t58aT_I/AAAAAAAAA-c/YpBi_Gr8NkY/s72-c/farol.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-7787298342253145539</id><published>2008-10-25T11:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T11:13:08.244+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SQLxJEssRDI/AAAAAAAAAtg/-b7lQGdy8EQ/s1600-h/planta.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261032452904469554" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SQLxJEssRDI/AAAAAAAAAtg/-b7lQGdy8EQ/s400/planta.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SQLxJJkpRSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/_16b87o5SAQ/s1600-h/paisagem3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261032454212896034" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SQLxJJkpRSI/AAAAAAAAAtY/_16b87o5SAQ/s400/paisagem3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SQLxI96547I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Zc0gUBZAE0I/s1600-h/paisagem2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261032451085034418" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SQLxI96547I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Zc0gUBZAE0I/s400/paisagem2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SQLxIyGsCDI/AAAAAAAAAtI/hsklHgL9cFM/s1600-h/paisagem1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261032447913232434" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SQLxIyGsCDI/AAAAAAAAAtI/hsklHgL9cFM/s400/paisagem1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SQLxI6I7WAI/AAAAAAAAAtA/x1-guEzuMY4/s1600-h/ovelha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261032450070108162" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SQLxI6I7WAI/AAAAAAAAAtA/x1-guEzuMY4/s400/ovelha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-7787298342253145539?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/7787298342253145539/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=7787298342253145539' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/7787298342253145539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/7787298342253145539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SQLxJEssRDI/AAAAAAAAAtg/-b7lQGdy8EQ/s72-c/planta.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-8982893694764712278</id><published>2008-10-25T11:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T11:11:58.163+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E como o prometido é devido, aqui ficam algumas :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SQLw228XNlI/AAAAAAAAAs4/St3sxOrUY-I/s1600-h/moinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261032139974456914" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SQLw228XNlI/AAAAAAAAAs4/St3sxOrUY-I/s400/moinho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SQLw20B1KiI/AAAAAAAAAsw/cj6i9s6SRA8/s1600-h/maracuja.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261032139192085026" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SQLw20B1KiI/AAAAAAAAAsw/cj6i9s6SRA8/s400/maracuja.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SQLw2pL0ysI/AAAAAAAAAso/bzjvu-XIkVU/s1600-h/manito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261032136281213634" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SQLw2pL0ysI/AAAAAAAAAso/bzjvu-XIkVU/s400/manito.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SQLw2hkfZxI/AAAAAAAAAsg/f1VlK4hVx1k/s1600-h/flor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261032134237185810" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SQLw2hkfZxI/AAAAAAAAAsg/f1VlK4hVx1k/s400/flor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SQLw2QJnfeI/AAAAAAAAAsY/v-jPUuvMwOs/s1600-h/espelho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261032129561066978" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SQLw2QJnfeI/AAAAAAAAAsY/v-jPUuvMwOs/s400/espelho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-8982893694764712278?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/8982893694764712278/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=8982893694764712278' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/8982893694764712278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/8982893694764712278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/10/e-como-o-prometido-devido-aqui-ficam.html' title='E como o prometido é devido, aqui ficam algumas :)'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SQLw228XNlI/AAAAAAAAAs4/St3sxOrUY-I/s72-c/moinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-8811542749090327223</id><published>2008-10-25T09:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T10:01:39.515+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Já tenho a minha menina...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, excedi-me um pouco, mas não resisti! Era mesmo esta!!!! assim que a vi fiquei apaixonado.&lt;br /&gt;E como nem sempre a paixão está lado a lado com a razão, desta como de outras vezes, a paixão falou mais alto e comprei. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;humm&lt;/span&gt; já tenho a minha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nikon&lt;/span&gt;! custou os olhos da cara, mas pelo menos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sinto&lt;/span&gt;-me realizado. Agora só falta habituar-me à porcaria dos comandos que são um pouco diferentes... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois deixo aqui uma amostras... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-8811542749090327223?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/8811542749090327223/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=8811542749090327223' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/8811542749090327223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/8811542749090327223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/10/j-tenho-minha-menina.html' title='Já tenho a minha menina...'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-3444063338694959407</id><published>2008-10-23T13:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T13:30:34.818+01:00</updated><title type='text'>chô douturura</title><content type='html'>Parabéns senhora dótôra... ao fim de quinze anos, é dose!! beijos e obrigado por te teres lembrado de mim nessa altura, significa muito para mim :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-3444063338694959407?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/3444063338694959407/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=3444063338694959407' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/3444063338694959407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/3444063338694959407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/10/ch-douturura.html' title='chô douturura'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-7948538908407634691</id><published>2008-10-18T13:51:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T15:04:48.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hummm... já está marcada :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SPnsqV73oxI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/_g2JtQHHalk/s1600-h/tour-eiffel-at-night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258494252118680338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SPnsqV73oxI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/_g2JtQHHalk/s400/tour-eiffel-at-night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Foto: algures da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;net&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois é finalmente tenho a viagem marcada, mesmo com &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;algumas&lt;/span&gt; complicações, e sim também criadas por mim, dado não perceber muito do assunto. E-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ticket&lt;/span&gt;?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem mas passando tudo isso e se tudo correr bem dia 5 de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dezembro&lt;/span&gt; vou passear até paris... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sofia, minha querida &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;maninha&lt;/span&gt;, Me Aguarde!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já tenho tantas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;saudadinhas&lt;/span&gt; tuas menina!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-7948538908407634691?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/7948538908407634691/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=7948538908407634691' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/7948538908407634691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/7948538908407634691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/10/hummm-j-est-marcada.html' title='Hummm... já está marcada :)'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SPnsqV73oxI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/_g2JtQHHalk/s72-c/tour-eiffel-at-night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-2559040879428732062</id><published>2008-10-08T19:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:39:19.422+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Enrolado</title><content type='html'>Continuo enrolado nesta vida, continuo rodeado de pessoas fantásticas, mas a quem não me consigo entregar.&lt;br /&gt;Continuo a sonhar com o que perdi e não tenho, teimo e rucuso-me a acordar.&lt;br /&gt;Continuo enrolado e a enrolar ainda mais, tento mudar, mas acabo por pender sempre para o mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Finalmente descobri, tenho de ir ao mecânico, é problemas de direcção... só ele me pode ajudar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-2559040879428732062?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/2559040879428732062/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=2559040879428732062' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/2559040879428732062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/2559040879428732062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/10/enrolado.html' title='Enrolado'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-2561071600263425823</id><published>2008-10-08T19:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:28:37.743+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vasquinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SOz7xkPykYI/AAAAAAAAAsE/P_2HeRTWoJE/s1600-h/vasco.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254851694196593026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SOz7xkPykYI/AAAAAAAAAsE/P_2HeRTWoJE/s400/vasco.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois é puto, não fosse essa camisa horrível e eras o sobrinho mais lindo do mundo... gosto de te ver com essa bicicleta... quem deu? quem deu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Posso não ter tempo para estar com ele, é uma desculpa sim, o tempo arranja-se quando realmente se quer, mas a verdade é que também tenho andado um pouco preguiçoso no que diz respeito a sair de casa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero é que tu e todos saibam que te adoro, és o meu sobrinho e uma grande alegria para mim, só falta mesmo mudares de clube...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: também te Adoro e admiro mana :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-2561071600263425823?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/2561071600263425823/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=2561071600263425823' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/2561071600263425823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/2561071600263425823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/10/vasquinho.html' title='Vasquinho'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SOz7xkPykYI/AAAAAAAAAsE/P_2HeRTWoJE/s72-c/vasco.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-3134056374162660173</id><published>2008-10-08T19:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:23:35.765+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É bom poder falar contigo de novo, é bom saber que me ouves e que no fundo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt; tens saudades minhas... É boa a sensação.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-3134056374162660173?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/3134056374162660173/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=3134056374162660173' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/3134056374162660173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/3134056374162660173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/10/bom-poder-falar-contigo-de-novo-bom.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-5200527484242527051</id><published>2008-09-29T17:32:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T18:39:24.291+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A titulo de despedida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SOEOTEypr8I/AAAAAAAAAr8/aWWUnLYd_l8/s1600-h/como+o+mar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251494361357201346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SOEOTEypr8I/AAAAAAAAAr8/aWWUnLYd_l8/s400/como+o+mar.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiquei durante muito tempo com esperança de palavras tuas, um sussurro que fosse. Nada ouvi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deito-me na esperança de sentir o teu calor, o teu corpo, o teu cheiro. Acordo com a ideia que sempre me animou as manhãs, ver o teu rosto, o teu sorriso. Levanto-me, vagueio pela casa que em tempos foi nossa,na qual ainda marcas presença em cada canto, em cada objecto, em tantos momentos! decido sair e fugir, aproveito o fim-de-semana para estar com os amigos, de novo marcas presença, entro na casa de Sta Cruz, tudo me faz lembrar de ti, Até a porra de um telemovel que teima em aparecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sensação de vazio aumenta, Tento amenizar pensando em mil e uma coisas que não te incluam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por mais pequena que tenha sido a tua passagem num local, marcaste, continuas a marcar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chega de sonhar com algo que não vai acontecer! somos teimosos, demasiado para ceder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tens sempre uma porta aberta. sabes disso tão bem como sei que mesmo estando à porta, nunca irias entrar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chega de me lamentar... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um amigo meu disse-me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     - faz como eu, imagina que ela morreu. Custa ao principio mas depois é bem mais fácil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como poderia eu pensar dessa forma, não me esta na natureza tal! Como não me esta a ideia de guardar rancor, ódio ou desejo de vingança. Prefiro manter o meu coração puro! Rasgado, partido, vazio... mas nunca carregado com todas essas energias negativas. De nada serve, apenas me sentiria pior, ainda me criava mais dor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para mim continuas linda, desejo-te tudo de bom e uma felicidade do tamanho do mundo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei que para ti nunca tentei que as coisas voltassem, poderia usar o mesmo argumento. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lembra-te, cada ser humano é único. Pensa, age e reage de forma diferente, por vezes de formas tão diferentes que ninguém entende, isso não quer dizer que não goste. Demorei a entender-te mas consegui. Errei muito até chegar lá, mas repito, não fui o único... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez nunca me tenhas entendido verdadeiramente, lamento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-5200527484242527051?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/5200527484242527051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=5200527484242527051' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/5200527484242527051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/5200527484242527051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/09/titulo-de-despedida.html' title='A titulo de despedida...'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SOEOTEypr8I/AAAAAAAAAr8/aWWUnLYd_l8/s72-c/como+o+mar.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-8325618329589033403</id><published>2008-09-27T11:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T11:15:46.738+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Entre tantos outros &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;milhentos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mails&lt;/span&gt; que se recebe deste tipo, este encaixou em tanto ponto que mesmo todos sabendo isto é bom relembrar...e partilhar.&lt;br /&gt;Bom fim-de-semana :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi....que ninguém&lt;br /&gt; é perfeito&lt;br /&gt; enquanto não te apaixonas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Aprendi....que a&lt;br /&gt;  vida é dura&lt;br /&gt;   mas eu sou mais que ela!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Aprendi que...as&lt;br /&gt;  oportunidades nunca se perdem&lt;br /&gt;   aquelas que&lt;br /&gt;  desperdiças... alguém as aproveita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Aprendi que...quando&lt;br /&gt;  te importas com rancores e amarguras&lt;br /&gt;   a felicidade vai para outra&lt;br /&gt;  parte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Aprendi que...&lt;br /&gt;  devemos sempre dar palavras boas...&lt;br /&gt;   porque amanhã nunca se sabe&lt;br /&gt;   as que temos que ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Aprendi que...um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;  é uma maneira económica de melhorar o teu aspecto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Aprendi que... não posso&lt;br /&gt;  escolher como me sinto...&lt;br /&gt;   mas posso sempre fazer&lt;br /&gt;  alguma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi que...todos&lt;br /&gt; todos querem viver no cimo da montanha...&lt;br /&gt; mas toda a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;  está durante a subida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Aprendi que... temos&lt;br /&gt;  que gozar da viagem&lt;br /&gt;   e não apenas&lt;br /&gt;  pensar na chegada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Aprendi que...quanto&lt;br /&gt;  menos tempo se desperdiça...&lt;br /&gt;   mais coisas posso fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, cortei a parte de envia a 1500 pessoas no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;próximo&lt;/span&gt; minuto e algo de bom te vai acontecer duante este século... mas o importante ficou...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-8325618329589033403?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/8325618329589033403/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=8325618329589033403' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/8325618329589033403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/8325618329589033403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/09/entre-tantos-outros-milhentos-mails-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-362070934487244124</id><published>2008-09-27T10:52:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T11:05:19.121+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Despedida</title><content type='html'>Bem, para realmente variar, hoje temos despedida de solteiro... vai &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fazer&lt;/span&gt;-me bem sair de casa.&lt;br /&gt;Para quem nunca parava em casa, estes meses têm sido uma grande reviravolta...&lt;br /&gt;O estar com os amigos e conhecidos, mais conhecidos é verdade, mas o que importa é que me vou distrair e sair de casa e dos mesmos "ares". Vamos ver o que a noite nos reserva :).&lt;br /&gt;vinte e tal jovens conscientes, sim porque vamos de autocarro, até para o casamento eh eh eh&lt;br /&gt;todos juntos para celebrar nem sei bem o quê, despedida? ele vai continuar igual e a fazer o mesmo. É uma bela desculpa para se juntar os amigos todos sem o controlo das mulheres, é o que é!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-362070934487244124?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/362070934487244124/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=362070934487244124' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/362070934487244124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/362070934487244124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/09/despedida.html' title='Despedida'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-813105388869412950</id><published>2008-09-20T10:57:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T11:10:33.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda sinto a tua falta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SNTLzWGjayI/AAAAAAAAAr0/_648Lzk3irE/s1600-h/zen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248043548760304418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SNTLzWGjayI/AAAAAAAAAr0/_648Lzk3irE/s400/zen.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto a tua falta, sinto a falta dessa janela sempre aberta, da vista para o rio bem lá no horizonte, da vontade de chegara a casa apenas para te ver,dos jantares no japonês, dos telefonemas.... até dessa teimosia que se entrelaçava na minha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Criei um mundo, sem me aperceber, provavelmente com o intuito de te esquecer. A verdade é que até nele tens lugar. Tenho de confessar que me surpreendeste de todas as maneiras, me puxaste todos os cordelinhos certos para te tornares inesquecível...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deste-me luz ao coração, fizeste-me crescer e ver que as coisas não têm apenas uma forma de serem "lidas" encaradas e interpretadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora vejo que por receio, vindo de desilusões anteriores, por essa forma diferente de ler o que se diz e faz, se deitou tudo a perder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perdeu-se tudo, irremediavelmente. fez-se e disse-se coisas que seriam impossíveis de nos fazer voltar atrás. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto a tua falta, nem que seja como amiga, como companhia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sê Feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-813105388869412950?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/813105388869412950/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=813105388869412950' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/813105388869412950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/813105388869412950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/09/ainda-sinto-tua-falta.html' title='Ainda sinto a tua falta'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SNTLzWGjayI/AAAAAAAAAr0/_648Lzk3irE/s72-c/zen.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-8788904453712250164</id><published>2008-09-20T10:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T11:11:05.181+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A minha bolha, o meu mundo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SNTI3FsawUI/AAAAAAAAArs/msU3hS0IN1A/s1600-h/tigre_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248040314540310850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SNTI3FsawUI/AAAAAAAAArs/msU3hS0IN1A/s400/tigre_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Foto: Ng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cada vez mais sinto que vivo nesta bolha invisível a que se pode chamar de meu mundo... mesmo com a sensação de sufoco que ela provoca, também tem o lado confortável ao qual me agarro, acabo por me afastar de tudo e de todos e por nem sequer sair de casa, não sendo o trabalho ou quem vem ter comigo claro. a verdade é que essa bolha se foi apoderando de mim, sem que eu sequer desse conta, afastando-me de tudo o que gostava de fazer e me dava tanto prazer até então e modificando a minha vida por completo. O problema é que com ela veio também a monotonia e o vazio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não é que me sinta a cair no abismo, mas a verdade é que a vida sem alguém e sem amigos é difícil...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-8788904453712250164?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/8788904453712250164/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=8788904453712250164' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/8788904453712250164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/8788904453712250164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/09/minha-bolha-o-meu-mundo.html' title='A minha bolha, o meu mundo...'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SNTI3FsawUI/AAAAAAAAArs/msU3hS0IN1A/s72-c/tigre_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-3583639774283986266</id><published>2008-09-06T10:22:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T11:17:49.012+01:00</updated><title type='text'>melancolia no amanhecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SMJYm9dXgVI/AAAAAAAAArc/gqbe51mSPrk/s1600-h/NGM_06_1999_122_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242850342568690002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SMJYm9dXgVI/AAAAAAAAArc/gqbe51mSPrk/s400/NGM_06_1999_122_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vontade de me levantar a horas parece cada vez mais distante e remota, sempre gostei de acordar com tempo para o meu duche, beber o café à janela, pensar e dar tempo para o meu cérebro entrar em real funcionamento. Tarefa quase impossível... quero mais tempo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tempo, deve ser a palavra que mais utilizei neste blog, serve para tudo... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dizem que cura, comigo não tem funcionado, pelo menos até à data. Parece que quando tudo começa a ganhar rumo algo vem e destabiliza! até a porcaria de um telefonema com uma conversa sem interesse e que nada deveria ter a ver comigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não fosse ter a cabeça tão ocupada com os problemas do trabalho e dava em doido (ainda mais).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SMJYmo58nZI/AAAAAAAAArU/vdg1TLvKndo/s1600-h/02544_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242850337051418002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SMJYmo58nZI/AAAAAAAAArU/vdg1TLvKndo/s400/02544_18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabem quando se tem aquela vontade de mudar, de reagir, mas na verdade não mexemos uma palha? basicamente ando assim, cheio de vontade e de boas intenções mas na verdade nada faço para mudar como estou, como me sinto. Não consigo achar o azimute certo que me leve a bom porto. falta-me aquela pontinha de sorte, ou simplesmente o aprender a abrir os olhos, pôr para trás tudo aquilo que já se tornou impossível, tenho de abandonar toda esta maneira de ver e sentir as coisas, sei que como estou é auto-destrutivo, mas do saber ao conseguir mudar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ajuda? sim tenho ajuda, mas de nada serve! se não for eu a evoluir, a lado nenhum chego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caramba, lá volto eu aos textos melancólicos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SMJYnN8oeLI/AAAAAAAAArk/H5p4tSGqAC8/s1600-h/Y5225_50123.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242850346994792626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SMJYnN8oeLI/AAAAAAAAArk/H5p4tSGqAC8/s400/Y5225_50123.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-3583639774283986266?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/3583639774283986266/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=3583639774283986266' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/3583639774283986266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/3583639774283986266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/09/melancolia-no-amanhecer.html' title='melancolia no amanhecer'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SMJYm9dXgVI/AAAAAAAAArc/gqbe51mSPrk/s72-c/NGM_06_1999_122_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-5971926714673868231</id><published>2008-09-01T21:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:38:08.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quantas vezes escrevi textos em papel que, de uma forma ou de outra, gostaria que lesses. Faltou-me a coragem para to dizer, para te mostrar. É mais fácil ficar no meu canto, cá atrás apenas a observar e... um pouco a sonhar de como poderia ser, se ao menos o pudesses ler...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo mudou mas nada alterou! Não sendo um teu escravo, ainda me sinto de uma qualquer forma agarrado e unido a ti, parvoíce? talvez, mas quem sou eu para entender tantos porquês...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo a seu tempo meu pequenino, já a minha mãe dizia. Assim será, assim o espero. Não desespero mas fico à espera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-5971926714673868231?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/5971926714673868231/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=5971926714673868231' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/5971926714673868231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/5971926714673868231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/09/quantas-vezes-escrevi-textos-em-papel.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-7088814209877940248</id><published>2008-08-27T23:32:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T00:23:18.397+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aspegic Vs Alka seltzer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SLXhpLY6jeI/AAAAAAAAAqw/ukFJSrLX_VY/s1600-h/alka_seltzer_sushi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239341839063616994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SLXhpLY6jeI/AAAAAAAAAqw/ukFJSrLX_VY/s400/alka_seltzer_sushi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apenas para que saibas que as pessoas aspegic se dissolvem por não saber o que fazer para manter a chama acesa naquilo em que acredita, apenas para que compreendas que lá por ter pernas para andar, não quer dizer que elas não tremam e te impeçam de ir mais longe, nem toda a gente é igual, sofre igual e analisa a situação de igual forma. Não podes nem deves pensar que lá por tu visualizares que as coisas são assim a partir desse momento o sejam, não são apenas os teus ideais e crenças que existem e prevalecem numa relação.&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas aspegic são diferentes das alka-seltzer que parecem pedras mas... no fundo é só juntar agua e ficam exactamente iguais! desvanecidas e quase transparentes na imensidão da agua no copo.&lt;br /&gt;É muito mais fácil apontar o dedo e acusar, disparar em todas as direcções do que parar e olhar bem para nós.&lt;br /&gt;Como é fácil passar de um "eu amo-te, és a minha vida" para um "eu odeio-te, nunca mais te quero ver".&lt;br /&gt;Se ao menos se lutasse pelo que realmente se acredita em vez de a cada pequena onda saltar e abandonar o barco porque é mais fácil, as coisas poderiam ter tão mais belo e colorido desfecho...&lt;br /&gt;E sim, existe mas de alka-eltzer em ti do que tu julgas ou transpareces, mas perdes tanto tempo a acusar os outros que ficas sem tempo para olhar bem para ti!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-7088814209877940248?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/7088814209877940248/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=7088814209877940248' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/7088814209877940248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/7088814209877940248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/08/apenas-para-que-saibas-que-as-pessoas.html' title='Aspegic Vs Alka seltzer'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SLXhpLY6jeI/AAAAAAAAAqw/ukFJSrLX_VY/s72-c/alka_seltzer_sushi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-2957361542675867536</id><published>2008-08-27T20:32:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T23:59:35.392+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E esta?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SLXcNo9GM5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/fC6-jhQe-sM/s1600-h/sapo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239335868405527442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SLXcNo9GM5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/fC6-jhQe-sM/s400/sapo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Realmente há coisas que nos tiram do serio... em maio cancelei a conta do sapo, depois de uma bela e longa telenovela com os meninos pois a única forma de aceitarem o cancelamento do contrato era via fax! não, não poderia ser um mail ou simplesmente ir a loja, nada disso tinha de ser exclusivamente por fax!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;RIDÍCULO&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Posto isto e já &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;descansadinho&lt;/span&gt; da vida, dois meses depois cancelo o debito bancário, normal não? Não! ainda nem tinha saído do multibanco já estava a receber mensagens deles:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- perdeu não sei quantos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gigas&lt;/span&gt; de tráfego internacional... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Como se isso me interessasse, eu cancelei!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hello&lt;/span&gt;!!? para que quero eu os &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;downloads&lt;/span&gt; grátis?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;bem, não ligueiaquilo e continuei a minha vidinha noemalmente. Até ontem, dia em que recebi uma carta de uma advogada da PT a dizer que se não pagasse o que devia eles iriam avançar com aquilo para tribunal. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;! espera aí... assim já não acho grande piada. falo com eles e pergunto se não receberam o fax que foi enviado. ao qual eles me respondem que sim, que têm conhecimento e até sabem o dia em que foi enviado para lá...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mas esta tudo parvo neste pais ou que??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Se sabem, se lá está, que querem este gajos mais??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;mas sou eu que estou louco, ou simplesmente isto ta tudo a variar??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: para aderir, foram necessários 2 minutos, isso sim é eficiência...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-2957361542675867536?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/2957361542675867536/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=2957361542675867536' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/2957361542675867536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/2957361542675867536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/08/realmente-h-coisas-que-nos-tiram-do.html' title='E esta?'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SLXcNo9GM5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/fC6-jhQe-sM/s72-c/sapo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-4581390480437734225</id><published>2008-08-24T11:10:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T11:33:54.461+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Como te entendo nuvem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SLE4354si_I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/xDEYhfXELAo/s1600-h/para+a+nuvem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238030374691179506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SLE4354si_I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/xDEYhfXELAo/s400/para+a+nuvem.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Beijo os contornos indefinidos do teu rosto &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por entre a densa escuridão da noite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os lençóis são ruas estranhas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde hoje me perco sem ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com as mãos,Percorro o espaço que preencheste um dia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na ânsia de encontrar o toque do teu corpo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pergunto-me se me ouves,Todas as vezes Que te digo que ainda te amo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas o silêncio que engoliu o som da tua voz Responde-me que não...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então, adormeço,Recordando o sopro do teu respirar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que, gentilmente, vai secando as minhas lágrimas..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este texto é da autoria da Nuvem, Que tão bem sabe jogar com as palavras e dar-lhe todo o sentido e me faz reflectir e sentir que não sou o único...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parabéns pelo blog. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje um poema num livro, amanhã um livro de poemas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-4581390480437734225?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://a-minha-nuvem.blogspot.com/' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/4581390480437734225/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=4581390480437734225' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/4581390480437734225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/4581390480437734225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/08/como-te-entendo-nuvem.html' title='Como te entendo nuvem...'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SLE4354si_I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/xDEYhfXELAo/s72-c/para+a+nuvem.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-2060705220691302251</id><published>2008-08-17T12:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T15:26:26.852+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim-de-semana</title><content type='html'>Para aproveitar este fim de semana, ainda por cima sendo de três dias, tinha pensado em ir com o pessoal até Coimbra. Mas por uma razão ou outra acabaram todos por não poder ir...&lt;br /&gt;Não ia deixar passar estes dias e ficar a vegetar mais uma x!!&lt;br /&gt;Decidi ir sozinho e não me arrependo nada!!&lt;br /&gt;Diverti-me imenso :)&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado Engª &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Patrícia&lt;/span&gt; pela "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;guarita&lt;/span&gt;" e pela companhia.&lt;br /&gt;Acabei por ir na 5a feira à noite e foi bom voltar a todos estes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sítios&lt;/span&gt;, dos quais tenho boas memórias. Só dei valor a Coimbra e Viseu, quando já não estava lá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SKga1gu8RyI/AAAAAAAAApo/qRslv9DGrrE/s1600-h/coimbra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235464073440413474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SKga1gu8RyI/AAAAAAAAApo/qRslv9DGrrE/s400/coimbra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coimbra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SKga15HgeTI/AAAAAAAAApw/ncJSMK2FGzQ/s1600-h/zagalho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235464079985899826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SKga15HgeTI/AAAAAAAAApw/ncJSMK2FGzQ/s400/zagalho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moinhos Perto de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Zagalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SKga2M7QwmI/AAAAAAAAAp4/2K02n9v5tfE/s1600-h/pqcidade+viseu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235464085303247458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SKga2M7QwmI/AAAAAAAAAp4/2K02n9v5tfE/s400/pqcidade+viseu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parque da cidade Viseu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SKga2oQpPsI/AAAAAAAAAqI/zkp-G5q-0tg/s1600-h/duh+night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235464092640689858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SKga2oQpPsI/AAAAAAAAAqI/zkp-G5q-0tg/s400/duh+night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sim, ainda cheguei a tempo de estar e me estragar com os amigos... eh eh eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Carlo&lt;/span&gt;, obrigado por todas estas fotos, És a rainha!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-2060705220691302251?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/2060705220691302251/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=2060705220691302251' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/2060705220691302251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/2060705220691302251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/08/fim-de-semana.html' title='Fim-de-semana'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SKga1gu8RyI/AAAAAAAAApo/qRslv9DGrrE/s72-c/coimbra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-2283091118660902285</id><published>2008-08-12T21:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T21:36:35.752+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;És realmente &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;difícil&lt;/span&gt; de esquecer, por mais que o tente entender... não consigo, tanta discussão, tanto descontentamento, mas passado todo este tempo ainda cá estás, ainda me lembro de tanta coisa com um sorriso, ladeado de tristeza e vazio, mas o cheiro! que saudades tenho do teu cheiro...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-2283091118660902285?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/2283091118660902285/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=2283091118660902285' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/2283091118660902285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/2283091118660902285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/08/s-realmente-difcil-de-esquecer-por-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-4857918132428801607</id><published>2008-08-07T22:57:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T23:13:35.664+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais umas festas lá em casa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SJtxmecRZqI/AAAAAAAAApI/F_r8SZwtj2s/s1600-h/aliens.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231900297941575330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SJtxmecRZqI/AAAAAAAAApI/F_r8SZwtj2s/s400/aliens.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SJtxmuSgrWI/AAAAAAAAApY/BBhqEMvrEug/s1600-h/mas+que+raio+estao+bonitos+estao.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231900302195600738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SJtxmuSgrWI/AAAAAAAAApY/BBhqEMvrEug/s400/mas+que+raio+estao+bonitos+estao.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, o estado destes senhores!!!&lt;br /&gt;Frase da noite "dasss, tou todo fu...!"&lt;br /&gt;Carlo, essa carinha não engana ninguem!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para variar, e como sempre os mesmos... obrigado pelo convivio :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adivinhem quem foram os "camisola amarela..." e "prémio montanha..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SJtxmLsTduI/AAAAAAAAApA/W0cHFDqiNNA/s1600-h/acompanhado.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231900292908545762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SJtxmLsTduI/AAAAAAAAApA/W0cHFDqiNNA/s400/acompanhado.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SJtxmWu9kaI/AAAAAAAAApQ/Fr55u-JP5pE/s1600-h/carlo+beir%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231900295872483746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SJtxmWu9kaI/AAAAAAAAApQ/Fr55u-JP5pE/s400/carlo+beir%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LINDO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SJtxm4SmoBI/AAAAAAAAApg/Dlg18zBF_O0/s1600-h/super+bock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231900304880345106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SJtxm4SmoBI/AAAAAAAAApg/Dlg18zBF_O0/s400/super+bock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: Onde está o marlboro???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-4857918132428801607?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/4857918132428801607/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=4857918132428801607' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/4857918132428801607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/4857918132428801607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/08/mais-umas-festas-l-em-casa.html' title='Mais umas festas lá em casa...'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SJtxmecRZqI/AAAAAAAAApI/F_r8SZwtj2s/s72-c/aliens.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-1840853965821362193</id><published>2008-08-07T22:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:56:55.926+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Espelho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SJtvhivw6HI/AAAAAAAAAo4/bgLh54w_2mA/s1600-h/310720081168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231898014174472306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SJtvhivw6HI/AAAAAAAAAo4/bgLh54w_2mA/s400/310720081168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já chegou mais uma peça lá para casa, um espelho :)&lt;br /&gt;Enorme!lindo! gostei...&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado pela a ajuda, como sempre a mana mais velha a ajudar. Obrigado maninha :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-1840853965821362193?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/1840853965821362193/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=1840853965821362193' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/1840853965821362193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/1840853965821362193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/08/espelho.html' title='Espelho'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SJtvhivw6HI/AAAAAAAAAo4/bgLh54w_2mA/s72-c/310720081168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-6215236924492772288</id><published>2008-08-07T18:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:52:27.615+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Soltas</title><content type='html'>Toda a gente sabe que existe alguem superior, mas pelo menos esforçamo-nos para tentar ser o melhor... não?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se queres que um homem fique bronco mete-o nas obras...&lt;br /&gt;Nunca pensei dizer isto. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo arranja-se e tenta-se desdobrar para se fazer aquilo que se quer. eu durmo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-6215236924492772288?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/6215236924492772288/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=6215236924492772288' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/6215236924492772288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/6215236924492772288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/08/soltas.html' title='Soltas'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-7076714160562042770</id><published>2008-07-26T01:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T01:43:18.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'>jantar</title><content type='html'>foi bem agradável o jantar de hoje, esteve cá por casa a Ana, a Marta e a Patrícia. &lt;br /&gt;Tudo muito simples, sangria, frango de caril com cerveja e arroz com leite de coco. &lt;br /&gt;Foi bom voltar a estar com tão agradável companhia :)&lt;br /&gt;É sempre bom rever pessoas assim, de quem gostamos e com quem apreciamos partilhar a nossa vida, momentos de convivência que em nada são especiais mas que as pessoas com quem estamos, por si só os tornam. Obrigado a todas. :) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Confesso que nem estava muito motivado, estava cansado e sem paciência para absolutamente nada, mas depois, tudo mudou!&lt;br /&gt;São momentos simples e extremamente agradáveis como este que se perdem com coisas mínimas, que se perdem quando se da ouvidos as pessoas erradas.&lt;br /&gt;Quando se está apaixonado, comete-se tanto erro e aceita-sê tanta coisa ridícula...&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que se perde, por dar a dada altura da vida, atenção as pessoas erradas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-7076714160562042770?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/7076714160562042770/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=7076714160562042770' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/7076714160562042770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/7076714160562042770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/07/foi-bem-agradvel-o-jantar-de-hoje.html' title='jantar'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-75517296775432179</id><published>2008-07-16T22:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:25:27.362+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SH5nCbeY1tI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Bq9MmEUnSPE/s1600-h/pool.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223725909228967634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SH5nCbeY1tI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Bq9MmEUnSPE/s400/pool.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mesmo com umas mini-férias, basicamente um fim-de-semana no Algarve passado com o Carlo…&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo com o trabalho finalmente a render e a haver pouco tempo para mais seja o que for, o bichinho está lá, o vazio não desaparece, não se esquece. Nem mesmo com o ”chulo” do Esquim a viver lá em casa, nem mesmo assim desaparece, sequer desvanece. Nada apetece, que raio de sentimento este que não padece, continuo a questionar-me se estou a pagar por algo ou se, na verdade, tudo isto se mantém por minha culpa, por não saber lidar com a situação, com o coração…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Em nada ajuda a aproximação do Agosto, principalmente o dia 22…&lt;br /&gt;Seria tão mais fácil se apenas bastasse carregar num botão para que tudo desaparecesse.&lt;br /&gt;Consegue-se disfarçar, aprende-se a lidar com isso, a viver, mas a verdade é que o vazio, esse monstro insaciável, esse que nos consome e nos deixa de rastos, esse nunca desaparece.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tudo o que passamos, que sofremos e aprendemos com tudo isto, quero acreditar que era necessário passar por tais situações para crescer, ver certas coisas com outros olhos, aprender para não voltar a errar, até para me tornar mais forte. Mas principalmente para não magoar, às vezes com coisas que nem se dá por isso, nisso tenho de te agradecer, sempre foste frontal e disseste tudo o que achavas e pensavas na cara, obrigado.&lt;br /&gt;Quero realmente acreditar nisso, senão não vejo razão para tanto sofrimento.&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que a pessoa certa ande por aí, que mais cedo ou mais tarde nos cruzemos. A ver vamos…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SH5nCfupUkI/AAAAAAAAAoY/FXlrRDpbExA/s1600-h/bjcafe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223725910370898498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SH5nCfupUkI/AAAAAAAAAoY/FXlrRDpbExA/s400/bjcafe.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: nada de piadolas quanto à marca do café... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-75517296775432179?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/75517296775432179/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=75517296775432179' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/75517296775432179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/75517296775432179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/07/mesmo-com-umas-mini-frias-basicamente.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SH5nCbeY1tI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Bq9MmEUnSPE/s72-c/pool.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-8360511576063852479</id><published>2008-07-16T21:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:10:46.605+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Casamento do Hélder e a Sara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SH5jnXVVUVI/AAAAAAAAAoA/4YS1QMn-egc/s1600-h/sara%26helder.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223722145725894994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SH5jnXVVUVI/AAAAAAAAAoA/4YS1QMn-egc/s400/sara%26helder.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi numa passada quarta feira (chique :) ) que deram o nó, eu apenas fui ao jantar e não, não foi o mais importante, o realmente importante foi ver aqueles dois tão felizes! :)&lt;br /&gt;Aí está uma bela história de amor, como tantas outras, e aquelas coincidências. Ele foi trabalhar para Gaia, não estava minimamente satisfeito, um pouco revoltado até com tudo aquilo, não compreendia! Porquê ele? Tanta gente de mais perto poderia ir para lá… hoje tenho a certeza que não pensa assim e que agradece o facto de o terem enviado para a felicidade :)&lt;br /&gt;Felicidades para ambos. São pessoas como vocês que me fazem acreditar que o amor verdadeiro ainda existe… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SH5jnmsiTLI/AAAAAAAAAoI/fIi9GyViQzo/s1600-h/s%26h.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223722149849746610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SH5jnmsiTLI/AAAAAAAAAoI/fIi9GyViQzo/s400/s%26h.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-8360511576063852479?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/8360511576063852479/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=8360511576063852479' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/8360511576063852479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/8360511576063852479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/07/casamento-do-hlder-e-sara.html' title='Casamento do Hélder e a Sara'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SH5jnXVVUVI/AAAAAAAAAoA/4YS1QMn-egc/s72-c/sara%26helder.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-5375137348896406963</id><published>2008-07-16T21:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T09:27:08.981+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SIBTtD8BL1I/AAAAAAAAAow/4v7OujDt_-A/s1600-h/DSC00050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SIBTtD8BL1I/AAAAAAAAAow/4v7OujDt_-A/s400/DSC00050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224267601366036306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Realmente passou algum tempo desde que escrevi aqui pela ultima vez&lt;br /&gt;Não que a minha vida ande uma loucura, nada disso! Pelo contrario, tenho-me limitado a ficar em casa a ver a barriguinha de cerveja a crescer…&lt;br /&gt;Básicamente não tenho tido paciencia para nada… a única coisa que fiz foi pintar as paredes lá de casa e mesmo assim foi porque tinha ajuda.&lt;br /&gt;preguiça ao mais alto nivel! Acho que tou a ficar velhote, nem vontade para sair tenho tido. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quanto menos se faz, menos vontade se tem...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-5375137348896406963?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/5375137348896406963/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=5375137348896406963' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/5375137348896406963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/5375137348896406963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/07/realmente-passou-algum-tempo-desde-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SIBTtD8BL1I/AAAAAAAAAow/4v7OujDt_-A/s72-c/DSC00050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-6627020563352327308</id><published>2008-06-27T18:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T19:40:44.227+01:00</updated><title type='text'>stress?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SGUsZ4qIm3I/AAAAAAAAAnw/Xi70PpRB6Wk/s1600-h/stress.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216624566596049778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SGUsZ4qIm3I/AAAAAAAAAnw/Xi70PpRB6Wk/s400/stress.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será possível nos fartarmos e stressarmos de não fazer nada? por falta de produtividade?&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me assim, ainda por cima todo esse tempo "extra" faz-me pensar em tudo, no que devo e no que não devo, principalmente o que não devo! é um mal geral pelo que me apercebo...&lt;br /&gt;Stressado? de quê? não tenho feito nada, humm será que já estou a sofrer por antecipação?? ;)&lt;br /&gt;Realmente nuca estamos satisfeitos eh eh eh eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SGUsbIv1oVI/AAAAAAAAAn4/VvlYuxXWgnE/s1600-h/stress2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216624588094808402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SGUsbIv1oVI/AAAAAAAAAn4/VvlYuxXWgnE/s400/stress2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-6627020563352327308?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/6627020563352327308/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=6627020563352327308' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/6627020563352327308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/6627020563352327308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/06/stress.html' title='stress?'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SGUsZ4qIm3I/AAAAAAAAAnw/Xi70PpRB6Wk/s72-c/stress.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-5917053494064373650</id><published>2008-06-27T17:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T18:52:57.661+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sofá</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SGUoylx1RbI/AAAAAAAAAno/na5SlFv5vtk/s1600-h/sofa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216620592978281906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SGUoylx1RbI/AAAAAAAAAno/na5SlFv5vtk/s400/sofa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hummm&lt;/span&gt; finalmente!!! Não que seja o sofá mais lindo do mundo para todos, mas este para mim é, é meu logo é o mais lindo de todos :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;è um pouco como no livro do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Princepezinho&lt;/span&gt;, cuidei dele, criei laços, pode até ser igual a mil, mas este para mim é especial :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... E fazia muita falta. Agora já posso sentar toda a gente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-5917053494064373650?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/5917053494064373650/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=5917053494064373650' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/5917053494064373650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/5917053494064373650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/06/sof.html' title='Sofá'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SGUoylx1RbI/AAAAAAAAAno/na5SlFv5vtk/s72-c/sofa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-1625276544415129061</id><published>2008-06-25T17:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T18:55:41.095+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns</title><content type='html'>Parabéns por tudo o que és, representas para muita gente, por tudo o que representas para mim e finalmente, Parabéns a você...&lt;br /&gt;Apenas lamento toda essa raiva que teima em se manter tal como que duvides do que te dizem, mesmo quando te estão a elogiar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-1625276544415129061?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/1625276544415129061/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=1625276544415129061' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/1625276544415129061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/1625276544415129061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/06/parabns.html' title='Parabéns'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-7759365288549319582</id><published>2008-06-17T18:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T18:38:16.037+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1ª Lan party lá em casa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SFf2T0Bg-OI/AAAAAAAAAnY/beqfI-7NRTU/s1600-h/lan+party1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212905913947584738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SFf2T0Bg-OI/AAAAAAAAAnY/beqfI-7NRTU/s400/lan+party1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi bem giro!! muita comida, bebida e distracção! Soube bem estar com os amigos, pena o eskim não poder estar presente...  (é o costume, CORTES!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SFf2UOBFXlI/AAAAAAAAAng/-2yKpJvR89c/s1600-h/lan+party1a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212905920925097554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SFf2UOBFXlI/AAAAAAAAAng/-2yKpJvR89c/s400/lan+party1a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Mário não aparece nas fotos, pois foi o fotógrafo de serviço... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;obrigado a todos pela presença e que venha outra!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-7759365288549319582?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/7759365288549319582/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=7759365288549319582' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/7759365288549319582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/7759365288549319582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/06/1-lan-party-l-em-casa.html' title='1ª Lan party lá em casa'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SFf2T0Bg-OI/AAAAAAAAAnY/beqfI-7NRTU/s72-c/lan+party1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-9161193365678420455</id><published>2008-06-17T17:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T18:20:53.209+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Como as coisas são...</title><content type='html'>Fiquei a saber que na opinião de algumas pessoas, este blog é um local de engate... fantástico!!&lt;br /&gt;Sinceramente não compreendo como é que alguém o pode considerar de tal, mas respeito, por mais ridículo que tal me possa parecer.&lt;br /&gt;Por tudo isso agradecia que, quem visita o blog me diga se concorda ou não sendo o mais sincero possível, fiquei deveras curioso, depois de estupefacto claro... obrigado :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-9161193365678420455?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/9161193365678420455/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=9161193365678420455' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/9161193365678420455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/9161193365678420455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/06/como-as-coisas-so.html' title='Como as coisas são...'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-2705495608769339940</id><published>2008-06-08T14:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T14:58:44.384+01:00</updated><title type='text'>o manito está em todo o lado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SEvlh184sgI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Llwk6b0zKMA/s1600-h/freak.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209509763565007362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SEvlh184sgI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Llwk6b0zKMA/s400/freak.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;curte lá manito o que eu achei :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;um abraço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-2705495608769339940?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/2705495608769339940/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=2705495608769339940' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/2705495608769339940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/2705495608769339940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-manito-est-em-todo-o-lado.html' title='o manito está em todo o lado'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SEvlh184sgI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Llwk6b0zKMA/s72-c/freak.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-8055519722854031339</id><published>2008-06-08T13:40:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T20:17:35.231+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O acordar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SEwwRKmjz4I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/1Oqgkxo07pM/s1600-h/free3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209591940422815618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SEwwRKmjz4I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/1Oqgkxo07pM/s400/free3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SEveM1x9lLI/AAAAAAAAAnA/r2gf4y9HCFU/s1600-h/free.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Acordei com uma vontade enorme de vir aqui escrever, de deitar todo um conjunto de sentimentos, de toda a raiva e tristeza que me vai na alma... mas chega!! chega de sofrer por quem não merece, chega de ficar fechado a pensar no que não tem solução! chega de me afastar das pessoas por seja o que, ou quem for!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não quero mais sofrer, pelo menos por toda esta novela mexicana... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quero viver, quero aproveitar. Vou apanhar sol e passear um pouco, encher a minha vida de energia positiva. A vida é pequena demais para ser desperdiçada desta forma.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não quero sofrer, nem fazer sofrer ninguém, Quero viver e simplesmente ser feliz! Quero-me sentir livre para estar e fazer o que quero, tenho esse direito.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quando não nos entendem e não entendemos os outros o melhor é desistir, ser feliz e deixar os outros também o serem. Ninguém é se ninguém, por isso sou LIVRE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sou livre para ser eu próprio, para fazer o que quero e gosto, para estar com quem quero, sem medo de represálias, discussões intermináveis e ciumes disparatados, Voltar a ser eu, sem medos, sem ter que estar constantemente com atenção ao que estou a fazer, mesmo que não tenha nada de errado, mas que possa levantar a mínima suspeita... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Estou livre, sempre o fui, apenas me prendia a mim próprio por causa de outros...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Um óptimo dia para todos :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ps: obrigado a todos os que me apoiaram nesta fase menos boa da minha vida, mesmo aqueles que já pensavam que eu era uma causa perdida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-8055519722854031339?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/8055519722854031339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=8055519722854031339' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/8055519722854031339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/8055519722854031339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-acordar.html' title='O acordar'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SEwwRKmjz4I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/1Oqgkxo07pM/s72-c/free3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-3997766095318953043</id><published>2008-06-06T21:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T21:53:50.572+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SEmjtYw8OHI/AAAAAAAAAmw/vH_ni7o-ooM/s1600-h/de.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208874444167854194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SEmjtYw8OHI/AAAAAAAAAmw/vH_ni7o-ooM/s400/de.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Estas porcarias de andar sempre para trás, para a frente, sempre é, não é dão-me cabo do (pouco) juízo!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;É difícil analisar as coisas aos 32 anos?? não me parece. Sempre tudo tão fácil quando é para os outros, começo a achar que escolhi a profissão errada, daria um óptimo psicólogo... ou não.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Se ajudo tanto os outros, se me pedem tantas vezes conselhos, deve ser porque alguma coisa que digo e penso estará correcta, é porque analiso as coisas bem, não? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Então porque é que não sigo os meus próprios conselhos?? porque é que só faço m...? serei o único ou é mal geral??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SEmjufVjRxI/AAAAAAAAAm4/aefoTXo9UzQ/s1600-h/descent.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208874463111890706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SEmjufVjRxI/AAAAAAAAAm4/aefoTXo9UzQ/s400/descent.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-3997766095318953043?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/3997766095318953043/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=3997766095318953043' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/3997766095318953043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/3997766095318953043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/06/estas-porcarias-de-andar-sempre-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SEmjtYw8OHI/AAAAAAAAAmw/vH_ni7o-ooM/s72-c/de.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-6752477763680627834</id><published>2008-06-06T21:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T21:27:56.961+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu Não Fui!!</title><content type='html'>Pois é, estava tudo programado, estava todo contente e a minha irmã também, já com tudo prontinho e até as sandes feitas para irmos hoje ao Rock in Rio... um pequeno problema surgiu...a minha irmã ainda nem tinha tirado os bilhetes do plástico, quando tirou era um voucher, ok! troca-se e obtém-se os bilhetes... ou não!! prazo máximo: 31 Março! LOL melão!! os amigos dela tinham comprado bilhete de propósito só para irem todos juntos, muito bom!! e pronto, vejo na sic radical e é se quero...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-6752477763680627834?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/6752477763680627834/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=6752477763680627834' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/6752477763680627834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/6752477763680627834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/06/eu-no-fui.html' title='Eu Não Fui!!'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-3551050620954605321</id><published>2008-06-03T14:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T14:39:35.481+01:00</updated><title type='text'>फोतोस...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SEVJcXtkUSI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/VGl2rjUP5qQ/s1600-h/a+corrente+que+segura+o+tejo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207649295874150690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SEVJcXtkUSI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/VGl2rjUP5qQ/s400/a+corrente+que+segura+o+tejo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SEVJcntkUTI/AAAAAAAAAmY/oRkukOHy5vU/s1600-h/uma+janela.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207649300169118002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SEVJcntkUTI/AAAAAAAAAmY/oRkukOHy5vU/s400/uma+janela.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SEVJc3tkUUI/AAAAAAAAAmg/bgNppKXycJs/s1600-h/uma+janela2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207649304464085314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SEVJc3tkUUI/AAAAAAAAAmg/bgNppKXycJs/s400/uma+janela2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SEVJc3tkUVI/AAAAAAAAAmo/kr2laRIRTC4/s1600-h/amor+secular.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207649304464085330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SEVJc3tkUVI/AAAAAAAAAmo/kr2laRIRTC4/s400/amor+secular.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-3551050620954605321?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/3551050620954605321/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=3551050620954605321' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/3551050620954605321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/3551050620954605321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='फोतोस...'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SEVJcXtkUSI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/VGl2rjUP5qQ/s72-c/a+corrente+que+segura+o+tejo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-5456317063594687090</id><published>2008-06-03T13:45:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T14:01:17.354+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock in Rio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, o espaço até esta engraçado mas temos de andar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meesssmo&lt;/span&gt; muito :)&lt;br /&gt;Estive lá no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sabado&lt;/span&gt; e a verdade é que gostei.&lt;br /&gt;Não sendo um cartaz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fantástico&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt; não era mau.&lt;br /&gt;Adorei o pormenor do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;slide&lt;/span&gt;, acho que esta mesmo muito bem pensado.&lt;br /&gt;Mas a bebida e a comida, para alem de ser cara não vale nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tita&lt;/span&gt;, obrigado pelo bilhete e pela companhia! Estava a precisar...&lt;br /&gt;O mais giro de tudo é que quando chego a casa tinha um colega meu à minha espera, não dormimos e passamos o dia inteiro no vicio!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;gandas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;malukos&lt;/span&gt; nunca tinha estado tanto tempo, ainda por cima sem dormir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Já me estava a esquecer, Casei-me!! Estes concertos dão para tudo. Tive direito a fato e a fotografia :)&lt;br /&gt;O que um gajo não faz por uma bebida eh eh eh &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SEU_kXtkURI/AAAAAAAAAmE/xE3boZTkA_o/s1600-h/poopo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207638438196826386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SEU_kXtkURI/AAAAAAAAAmE/xE3boZTkA_o/s400/poopo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem não se lembra, Ele aparece numa publicidade da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;vodafone&lt;/span&gt;. Este homem domina!&lt;br /&gt;Ele é realmente fantástico&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-5456317063594687090?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/5456317063594687090/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=5456317063594687090' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/5456317063594687090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/5456317063594687090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/06/rock-in-rio.html' title='Rock in Rio'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SEU_kXtkURI/AAAAAAAAAmE/xE3boZTkA_o/s72-c/poopo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-5821644995613347858</id><published>2008-05-27T23:38:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T23:48:55.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SDyOj7NR9fI/AAAAAAAAAl8/kzf6LpEA4yA/s1600-h/120520081072-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SDyOj7NR9fI/AAAAAAAAAl8/kzf6LpEA4yA/s400/120520081072-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205192017173411314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo nas coisas menos boas, existe sempre algo de positivo. Por mais que as coisas nos magoem, algo de bom está lá e é a isso que me gosto de agarrar...&lt;br /&gt; A vida seria uma m€rd@ sê  fosse demasiado perfeita...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-5821644995613347858?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/5821644995613347858/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=5821644995613347858' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/5821644995613347858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/5821644995613347858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/05/mesmo-nas-coisas-menos-boas-existe.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SDyOj7NR9fI/AAAAAAAAAl8/kzf6LpEA4yA/s72-c/120520081072-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-2644113871548166983</id><published>2008-05-27T23:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T23:31:36.428+01:00</updated><title type='text'>já tenho net!</title><content type='html'>finalmente tenho net. Foi difícil, os técnicos tiveram de cá voltar, mas como se costuma dizer, à 3a é de vez :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-2644113871548166983?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/2644113871548166983/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=2644113871548166983' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/2644113871548166983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/2644113871548166983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/05/j-tenho-net.html' title='já tenho net!'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-1694760688217817747</id><published>2008-05-14T23:00:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T13:02:27.458+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Como tudo muda...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SCtnIfh7kfI/AAAAAAAAAl0/K3x_1CiK38Q/s1600-h/dreams.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um nervoso miudinho foi conquistando o meu corpo, juntou-se também a ansiedade e todo um desejo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda nem sete da manhã eram, tudo isto depois de passar a noite ás voltas na cama sem dormir, a pensar, a imaginar, a relembrar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Explicação?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alguém vinha à capital!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O coração batia freneticamente, quase a sair. Só conseguia pensar o que será que vou sentir quando a voltar a ver, quando voltar a falar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isto foi escrito no dia 28 do mês passado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje, posso dizer que foi maravilhoso, foi daqueles momentos em que se fosse um filme meteria musica... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;infelizmente durou pouco tempo e de regresso à invicta foste. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apenas mais uma história de amor que morreu na praia... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;life goes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-1694760688217817747?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/1694760688217817747/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=1694760688217817747' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/1694760688217817747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/1694760688217817747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/05/como-tudo-muda.html' title='Como tudo muda...'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-2403385038988963579</id><published>2008-05-14T22:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T23:00:02.930+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Estarás em casa quando chegar?</title><content type='html'>Terei companhia, terei com quem falar?&lt;br /&gt;terei o teu carinho, o teu resmungar?&lt;br /&gt;estarás em casa quando chegar?&lt;br /&gt;Terei esse conforto, terei com quem jantar?&lt;br /&gt;terei aquele miminho antes de me deitar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-2403385038988963579?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/2403385038988963579/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=2403385038988963579' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/2403385038988963579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/2403385038988963579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/05/estars-em-casa-quando-chegar.html' title='Estarás em casa quando chegar?'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-2436643305288966864</id><published>2008-05-14T22:04:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T22:29:13.372+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A noite</title><content type='html'>Tanta coisa se passou durante a minha ausência aqui, foi o ir para a casa, foi reunir os meus amigos lá, tenho pena que não estivessem todos mas estes já foram uma óptima bengala e companhia e claro repetiu-se na semana a seguir, ainda havia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bacardi&lt;/span&gt;.... eh eh eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SCtUrvh7kcI/AAAAAAAAAlc/Co-WrniBk7o/s1600-h/amigos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200343305199260098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SCtUrvh7kcI/AAAAAAAAAlc/Co-WrniBk7o/s400/amigos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;!, já não estavam no seu melhor, mas o café era bom e equilibrava... ou não!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nem tudo correu bem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SCtY0_h7kdI/AAAAAAAAAlk/iy_7HhTkKT0/s1600-h/eskim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200347862159561170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SCtY0_h7kdI/AAAAAAAAAlk/iy_7HhTkKT0/s400/eskim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! este menino e o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mario&lt;/span&gt; estavam bonitos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SCtY1Ph7keI/AAAAAAAAAls/MvmCHQQ_8Ls/s1600-h/amigos2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200347866454528482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SCtY1Ph7keI/AAAAAAAAAls/MvmCHQQ_8Ls/s400/amigos2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado a todos pela &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;companhia&lt;/span&gt; e pela ajuda.&lt;br /&gt;Mas tenho de mencionar que apenas o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;eskim&lt;/span&gt; me ajudou no dia a seguir a limpar a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;javardice&lt;/span&gt;"...&lt;br /&gt;venham mais!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-2436643305288966864?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/2436643305288966864/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=2436643305288966864' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/2436643305288966864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/2436643305288966864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/05/noite.html' title='A noite'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SCtUrvh7kcI/AAAAAAAAAlc/Co-WrniBk7o/s72-c/amigos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-738953959889111586</id><published>2008-05-14T21:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T21:54:37.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E a história repete-se...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SCtPgfh7kbI/AAAAAAAAAlU/oFcwF_K6ExI/s1600-h/vela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200337614367592882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SCtPgfh7kbI/AAAAAAAAAlU/oFcwF_K6ExI/s400/vela.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para não variar muito, após dezenas de tentativas frustradas, voltamos a falhar mais uma vez, voltamos ao zero, pior ainda! cada vez que acontece, piora. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lamento tudo isso e toda a desconfiança que reina, lamento que por mais que se tente as coisas nunca funcionem, mas como já o ouvi tantas vezes, não posso ficar à espera...&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/822454449413224212-738953959889111586?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/738953959889111586/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=738953959889111586' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/738953959889111586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/738953959889111586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/05/e-histria-repete-se.html' title='E a história repete-se...'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/SCtPgfh7kbI/AAAAAAAAAlU/oFcwF_K6ExI/s72-c/vela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-1038699175564101185</id><published>2008-05-04T21:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T21:45:31.328+01:00</updated><title type='text'>De volta</title><content type='html'>Ao fim de todo este tempo afastado voltei, continuo sem net e sem muito tempo, mas vou tentar não deixar morrer este meu "diário"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após uma aventura na vida que correu mal e de tanta outra coisa que ficou para trás, estou pronto para enfrentar um... novo começo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou mudar de emprego e de "ares". Estava a precisar! Vamos ver o que o futuro me reserva :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-1038699175564101185?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/1038699175564101185/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=1038699175564101185' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/1038699175564101185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/1038699175564101185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/05/de-volta.html' title='De volta'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-6331288447252564420</id><published>2008-04-10T18:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T22:55:27.522+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Enganas-me</title><content type='html'>O teu veneno atravessa o meu corpo e alma, comendo o meu ser, abafando o meu eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R_5WtGAXJEI/AAAAAAAAAlM/seGl35-Njx8/s1600-h/meu+porto2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187679153483621442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R_5WtGAXJEI/AAAAAAAAAlM/seGl35-Njx8/s400/meu+porto2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enganas-me com todo esse falso amor, com todo esse jogo de palavras que apenas servem para me fazer acreditar. Enganas-me mas pela última vez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vou deixar de ser quem sou apenas porque é isso que queres, desculpa, tal não consigo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-6331288447252564420?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/6331288447252564420/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=6331288447252564420' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/6331288447252564420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/6331288447252564420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/04/enganas-me.html' title='Enganas-me'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R_5WtGAXJEI/AAAAAAAAAlM/seGl35-Njx8/s72-c/meu+porto2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-3583475071725670691</id><published>2008-04-03T17:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T18:04:49.432+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltas e Voltas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R_UL3OxFfLI/AAAAAAAAAlE/mDuctx-IM6o/s1600-h/pedras.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185063589471681714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R_UL3OxFfLI/AAAAAAAAAlE/mDuctx-IM6o/s400/pedras.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É isso mesmo, a vida dá voltas e voltas. Quando menos o esperamos surpreende-nos Estou feliz! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Felicidade essa que espero não ser apenas passageira, como gás de uma garrafa das pedras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que dê frutos, e se multiplique, que se espalhe por tudo e todos em meu redor, o quanto eu gostaria que assim fosse!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por vezes é tão simples nos mantermos e nos sentirmos felizes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-3583475071725670691?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/3583475071725670691/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=3583475071725670691' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/3583475071725670691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/3583475071725670691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/04/voltas-e-voltas.html' title='Voltas e Voltas...'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R_UL3OxFfLI/AAAAAAAAAlE/mDuctx-IM6o/s72-c/pedras.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-1007600752874164598</id><published>2008-03-25T23:32:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-03-26T00:11:33.147Z</updated><title type='text'>O meu ovo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R-mL2-xFfKI/AAAAAAAAAk8/kyitrUAiljA/s1600-h/sta.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181826622944541858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R-mL2-xFfKI/AAAAAAAAAk8/kyitrUAiljA/s400/sta.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Resume-se a isto o meu fim-de-semana, um pouco de Sol (e muito vento e frio) na minha vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi uma Páscoa passada comigo, era mesmo disso que precisava. Trouxe-me paz, sossego, descanso e... tempo, tempo para arrumar o resto que ainda resistia, que teimava em aparecer e reaparecer fazendo valer a sua presença, deturpando-me a mente e o coração com coisas já sem nexo e descabidas. Arrumei mais um pouco. Deitar fora? jamais! fica na gaveta para que nunca me esqueça. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O mal para que não o volte a fazer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O bem para sorrir, sentir quase os cheiros, relembrar ao pormenor e... voltar a guardar. Há coisas que não se esquecem nem se devem esquecer, Nunca!&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/822454449413224212-1007600752874164598?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/1007600752874164598/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=1007600752874164598' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/1007600752874164598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/1007600752874164598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/03/e-resume-se-isto-e-meu-fim-de-semana-um.html' title='O meu ovo'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R-mL2-xFfKI/AAAAAAAAAk8/kyitrUAiljA/s72-c/sta.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-2737325411583585101</id><published>2008-03-19T23:25:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-20T00:06:49.328Z</updated><title type='text'>Horóscopo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Jornal Destak de ontem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;no meu horóscopo aparecia algo como: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixe o passado de lado, está na altura de viver o presente, intensamente... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desta vez acertaram, está mesmo na altura. Já faz muito tempo, não faz sentido continuar de luto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R-GqAOxFfFI/AAAAAAAAAkA/YNFPy29H6S0/s1600-h/moinho.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179607967393479762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R-GqAOxFfFI/AAAAAAAAAkA/YNFPy29H6S0/s320/moinho.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou decidido a continuar a minha vida e tenho a certeza que o conseguirei!... claro que devo ter algumas recaídas, mas isso é o menos. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sim, tenho 31 anos e estou sozinho, estou (quase) feliz. Só o acordar deste estado de espírito é muito importante!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O ter um trabalho stressante e que me ocupa a maior parte do tempo tem ajudado e muito, claro que passam sempre uns flashes mas nada como dantes. Sinto-me "curado", não que de uma doença se tratasse, mas na verdade era quase uma obsessão, logo nada saudável tanto para mim como para ela. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho quase a certeza que quem escreveu aquilo no post anterior não foi ela mas a verdade é que me abriu os olhos e fez pensar, pensar verdadeiramente o que é que eu andava para aqui a fazer... fosse quem fosse, Obrigado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-2737325411583585101?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/2737325411583585101/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=2737325411583585101' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/2737325411583585101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/2737325411583585101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/03/horscopo.html' title='Horóscopo'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R-GqAOxFfFI/AAAAAAAAAkA/YNFPy29H6S0/s72-c/moinho.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-8808458982889868959</id><published>2008-03-16T23:22:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T23:35:14.115Z</updated><title type='text'>Tinha de partilhar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Esta foto foi tirada a um colega meu, no dia dos seus anos. Estava bem não estava?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R92uimczfYI/AAAAAAAAAjE/d2TloPDm5U8/s1600-h/cwt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178487056006086018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R92uimczfYI/AAAAAAAAAjE/d2TloPDm5U8/s320/cwt.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parabéns e muitas felicidades!! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-8808458982889868959?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/8808458982889868959/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=8808458982889868959' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/8808458982889868959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/8808458982889868959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/03/tinha-de-partilhar.html' title='Tinha de partilhar.'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R92uimczfYI/AAAAAAAAAjE/d2TloPDm5U8/s72-c/cwt.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-3008179084371979454</id><published>2008-03-16T22:51:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T23:21:45.629Z</updated><title type='text'>Não me és indiferente</title><content type='html'>...mas aprendi a viver e a lidar com isso.&lt;br /&gt;Não me és indiferente e dificilmente alguma vez o serás&lt;br /&gt;Se consigo viver assim? Claro! Cada dia que passa acaba por ser uma vitória pessoal. Cada dia penso um pouco menos, recordo um pouco menos.&lt;br /&gt;Se tenho curiosidade? Imensa! De tudo, se estás bem, se estás com alguém, se és feliz, se ainda te lembras de mim, se ainda rodas o cigarro daquela forma tão específica, se tens ido ao sushi, se mudaste em algum aspecto, por mais ínfimo.&lt;br /&gt;Se sou feliz? Estou a renascer, a desabrochar, a aprender.&lt;br /&gt;Contradizendo-me um pouco, a verdade é que aos poucos a poeira vai assentando e vou conseguindo ver mais longe… mesmo não deixando o passado para trás, por escolha minha claro. Quero ficar bem mas não consigo levantar a tão pesada âncora que me mantém estagnado, que me prende faz tanto tempo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aajudar os outros, aconselhar, apoiar... É bem mais fácil não é? Eu prefiro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-3008179084371979454?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/3008179084371979454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=3008179084371979454' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/3008179084371979454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/3008179084371979454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-me-s-indiferente.html' title='Não me és indiferente'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-3422114669956929863</id><published>2008-03-09T00:54:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-09T09:02:42.741Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia da Mulher...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R9M5h2czfVI/AAAAAAAAAis/eOvRtGaa2c4/s1600-h/flor1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175543650493627730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R9M5h2czfVI/AAAAAAAAAis/eOvRtGaa2c4/s320/flor1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não discordando em nada com o dia internacional da mulher, vejo-me confuso... ora se elas lutam para que haja igualdades e com toda a razão para tal então nós homens deveríamos fazer o mesmo!! onde está o nosso dia internacional.&lt;br /&gt;Dia internacional do homem, em vez de flores davam, sei lá, cerveja, uma entrada para ver um jogo do clube... sei lá qualquer coisa... Parece-me bem!! Era mais uma boa aposta de marketing e para nós… era óptimo, não concordam?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R9M5jmczfXI/AAAAAAAAAi8/jydQZFGG914/s1600-h/sagres.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175543680558398834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R9M5jmczfXI/AAAAAAAAAi8/jydQZFGG914/s320/sagres.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Espero que todas tenham tido um excelente dia, aqui fica uma flor para vocês com todo o carinho e admiração que tenho, não é fácil trabalhar, cuidar da casa, dos miúdos e ainda conseguir aturar o marido ou companheiro…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas a verdade é que as mentalidades já estão a mudar e muito! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R9M5iWczfWI/AAAAAAAAAi0/RIk2QXhL7lI/s1600-h/flor2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175543659083562338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R9M5iWczfWI/AAAAAAAAAi0/RIk2QXhL7lI/s320/flor2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/822454449413224212-3422114669956929863?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/3422114669956929863/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=3422114669956929863' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/3422114669956929863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/3422114669956929863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/03/dia-da-mulher.html' title='Dia da Mulher...'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R9M5h2czfVI/AAAAAAAAAis/eOvRtGaa2c4/s72-c/flor1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-5083367712125575344</id><published>2008-03-06T21:23:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-03-09T00:47:25.579Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R9MydGczfTI/AAAAAAAAAic/_1M4zCqN2LI/s1600-h/ilusions.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175535872307854642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R9MydGczfTI/AAAAAAAAAic/_1M4zCqN2LI/s320/ilusions.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Foto:Mr. X Hotel Alif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por vezes acabo por me agarrar um pouco a todos estes sentimentos mais negativos, são uma óptima desculpa para os dias de mau humor, ou para dias em que estou com pouca paciência, visto não poder usar a desculpa do tpm... junta-se o útil ao agradável! (ou quase)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por muito que toda esta situação ainda me magoe e custe, acredito que tal aconteça pelo facto de terem sido momentos extremamente agradáveis, momentos inesquecivelmente nossos, irrepetíveis, únicos. É difícil parar de pensar, de agir de lutar!, não é como carregar num botão on/off, comigo não funciona assim. Existe sempre uma vontade voraz de voltar a sentir tudo isso, mesmo sabendo que por certo tal é quase impossível...&lt;br /&gt;Ou será por ser quase impossível que existe toda essa vontade? Talvez uma se alimente da outra e vice-versa... quem sabe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R9MzHmczfUI/AAAAAAAAAik/Okzxr2L8g2E/s1600-h/sushi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175536602452294978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R9MzHmczfUI/AAAAAAAAAik/Okzxr2L8g2E/s320/sushi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Foto: S.F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem o sushi tem o mesmo sabor... &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/822454449413224212-5083367712125575344?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/5083367712125575344/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=5083367712125575344' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/5083367712125575344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/5083367712125575344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/03/fotomr.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R9MydGczfTI/AAAAAAAAAic/_1M4zCqN2LI/s72-c/ilusions.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-1332744822031101855</id><published>2008-03-03T00:05:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-03T00:22:23.343Z</updated><title type='text'>Tempo sem fim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R8tEZUSm04I/AAAAAAAAAiE/0FeK3xwOW1w/s1600-h/tempo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173303798699316098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R8tEZUSm04I/AAAAAAAAAiE/0FeK3xwOW1w/s320/tempo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;retirado do site da doret: relógios solares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É estranho que ao fim de tanto tempo certas coisas ainda nos magoem, que ao fim de tanto tempo de ser dito o ACABOU ainda tanto incomode e persiga continuando a sufocar, que ao fim de todo esse tempo ainda haja dúvidas das dúvidas que existiam, que ao fim desse tempo ainda tenhas o poder que tens e que ao fim desse tempo todo esse tempo não tenha fim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basta uma pequena coisa para trazer tanta lembrança...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-1332744822031101855?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/1332744822031101855/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=1332744822031101855' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/1332744822031101855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/1332744822031101855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/03/tempo-sem-fim.html' title='Tempo sem fim'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R8tEZUSm04I/AAAAAAAAAiE/0FeK3xwOW1w/s72-c/tempo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-6140573950575702730</id><published>2008-03-02T23:47:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-03T00:00:33.640Z</updated><title type='text'>O cartão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R8s85kSm03I/AAAAAAAAAh8/D8DMkNOrLgo/s1600-h/papel+multibanco.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173295556657075058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R8s85kSm03I/AAAAAAAAAh8/D8DMkNOrLgo/s320/papel+multibanco.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada como um sábado para nos acontecer isto, anima qualquer  um não é? Esqueci-me totalmente que o prazo de validade do cartão era até fevereiro de 2008 e o mais bonito é que não fazia a minima ideia onde tinha deixado o novo cartão... não fosse o ter ganho 12 "euritos" no euromilhões e lá se ia o almoço...&lt;br /&gt;Quando me sai este papele a máquina me engole o cartão... nem consigo descrever e se conseguisse preferia não o fazer. A sorte é que lá dei com o outro cartão e tu se resolveu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-6140573950575702730?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/6140573950575702730/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=6140573950575702730' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/6140573950575702730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/6140573950575702730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-carto.html' title='O cartão'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R8s85kSm03I/AAAAAAAAAh8/D8DMkNOrLgo/s72-c/papel+multibanco.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-6404481799633178855</id><published>2008-02-28T21:44:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-03-02T12:55:06.069Z</updated><title type='text'>Sabe bem acordar assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R8cs7l3gr-I/AAAAAAAAAh0/kIVgb4h4hj8/s1600-h/nascer+do+sol.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172152099347148770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R8cs7l3gr-I/AAAAAAAAAh0/kIVgb4h4hj8/s320/nascer+do+sol.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nada como um nascer do sol lindo, intenso e com uma mescla de cores suficiente para nos fazer sorrir, sentir bem e com vigor! logo de manhã esta imagem e parece que o dia nos corre logo beeeemmm melhor. Eu senti-me assim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apeteceu-me partilhar...&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/822454449413224212-6404481799633178855?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/6404481799633178855/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=6404481799633178855' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/6404481799633178855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/6404481799633178855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/02/sabe-bem-acordar-assim.html' title='Sabe bem acordar assim...'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R8cs7l3gr-I/AAAAAAAAAh0/kIVgb4h4hj8/s72-c/nascer+do+sol.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-3087853976110158447</id><published>2008-02-25T23:29:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-25T23:31:31.526Z</updated><title type='text'>Não me peças declarações de amor</title><content type='html'>Não me peças declarações de amor,&lt;br /&gt;Poemas, cartas, seja o que for.&lt;br /&gt;Não queiras saber o que guardo na alma,&lt;br /&gt;Ver que é profunda tristeza&lt;br /&gt;O que no olhar finjo ser calma.&lt;br /&gt;Não procures palavras dentro de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Todas elas estão sujas e gastas,&lt;br /&gt;Não são belas, puras ou castas,&lt;br /&gt;Não se vestem de veludo ou cetim.&lt;br /&gt;Não esperes que te ofereça o meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;Tenho o peito vazio, sem tecto nem chão.&lt;br /&gt;Se me queres, não perguntes,&lt;br /&gt;Não procures respostas que eu não sei dar.&lt;br /&gt;Aceita-me os silêncios apenas,&lt;br /&gt;Ou o que deles ainda restar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Nuvem.&lt;br /&gt;visitem o blog, vale a pena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a-minha-nuvem.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://a-minha-nuvem.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-3087853976110158447?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/3087853976110158447/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=3087853976110158447' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/3087853976110158447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/3087853976110158447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-me-peas-declaraes-de-amor.html' title='Não me peças declarações de amor'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-1276026421013674082</id><published>2008-02-21T22:50:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-21T23:30:22.905Z</updated><title type='text'>E para ajudar nada melhor que festa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R74JNl3gr4I/AAAAAAAAAhE/pHmV_1k2PUw/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169579551375798146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R74JNl3gr4I/AAAAAAAAAhE/pHmV_1k2PUw/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, porque parecia uma festa aquela obra ontem. Por azar ou muita pontaria, o manobrador conseguiu acertar em cheio na conduta principal do gás na zona de camarate, para além de todo o barulho que a porcaria do gás ao sair do tubo fazia ainda tivemos de levar com sirenes de toda a especie... parecia a feira das sirenes!! bombeiros, protecção civil, policia... maravilha!! e para ajudar, hoje rebentou um tubo de agua, vá lá não foi a conduta principal que também passava ali. O que será que o amanhã nos espera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R74JNF3gr3I/AAAAAAAAAg8/aFg1IbIV_QI/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169579542785863538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R74JNF3gr3I/AAAAAAAAAg8/aFg1IbIV_QI/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-1276026421013674082?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/1276026421013674082/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=1276026421013674082' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/1276026421013674082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/1276026421013674082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/02/e-para-ajudar-nada-melhor-que-festa.html' title='E para ajudar nada melhor que festa!'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R74JNl3gr4I/AAAAAAAAAhE/pHmV_1k2PUw/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-3026420677457271286</id><published>2008-02-20T23:35:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-02-21T23:39:45.566Z</updated><title type='text'>Visita ao Porto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R74K3l3gr5I/AAAAAAAAAhM/YrrvgHzGhuU/s1600-h/Porto1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169581372441931666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R74K3l3gr5I/AAAAAAAAAhM/YrrvgHzGhuU/s320/Porto1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na terça feira passada estive no Porto, há já algum tempo que não ia “lá acima”… Por tudo o que aprendi, descobri, conheci e redescobri, é uma cidade que me faz viajar até ao passado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voltei lá e aproveitei para dar uma voltinha e para me perder aí umas 20 vezes… na verdade até gostei de me perder por todas aquelas ruelas, é pequenina mas de uma certa forma aconchegante :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não tirei muitas fotos mas aqui ficam algumas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R74K313gr6I/AAAAAAAAAhU/h1WTg4sLfDE/s1600-h/porto2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169581376736898978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R74K313gr6I/AAAAAAAAAhU/h1WTg4sLfDE/s320/porto2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R74K313gr7I/AAAAAAAAAhc/eyzDCwje6fI/s1600-h/porto3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169581376736898994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R74K313gr7I/AAAAAAAAAhc/eyzDCwje6fI/s320/porto3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R74K313gr8I/AAAAAAAAAhk/rlkyw33WZwE/s1600-h/porto4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169581376736899010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R74K313gr8I/AAAAAAAAAhk/rlkyw33WZwE/s320/porto4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R74K4F3gr9I/AAAAAAAAAhs/iSDynRWEyd0/s1600-h/porto5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169581381031866322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R74K4F3gr9I/AAAAAAAAAhs/iSDynRWEyd0/s320/porto5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Tanta ponte e não se paga em nenhuma... " e o burro sou eu??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-3026420677457271286?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/3026420677457271286/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=3026420677457271286' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/3026420677457271286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/3026420677457271286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/02/visita-ao-porto.html' title='Visita ao Porto'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R74K3l3gr5I/AAAAAAAAAhM/YrrvgHzGhuU/s72-c/Porto1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-459797766791146043</id><published>2008-02-16T18:41:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-02-16T19:09:40.832Z</updated><title type='text'>Um Porche baratinho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R7cycl3grzI/AAAAAAAAAgc/hT7egRoQQyY/s1600-h/porche+frente.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167654564213600050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R7cycl3grzI/AAAAAAAAAgc/hT7egRoQQyY/s320/porche+frente.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ora andava eu ali para os lados da Quinta do Mocho (para variar) quando vejo este porche carrera, vi de frente e nem me parecia muito mau, mas como as fotos o demonstram, ele não ia concerteza a cumprir o código... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dass até doi, se bem que ainda dá para aproveitar uma jantezita ou outra!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R7cydF3gr1I/AAAAAAAAAgs/QVwRVc7Ian8/s1600-h/porche+lado+esq.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167654572803534674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R7cydF3gr1I/AAAAAAAAAgs/QVwRVc7Ian8/s320/porche+lado+esq.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R7cyc13gr0I/AAAAAAAAAgk/CbPC4Ibgplk/s1600-h/porche+lado+dto.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167654568508567362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R7cyc13gr0I/AAAAAAAAAgk/CbPC4Ibgplk/s320/porche+lado+dto.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R7cydV3gr2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/xNUF0V8RdFE/s1600-h/porche+lado+esq2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167654577098501986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R7cydV3gr2I/AAAAAAAAAg0/xNUF0V8RdFE/s320/porche+lado+esq2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sou ninguém para dizer para se andar devagar, eu também me estico de vez em quando, muuiito de vez em quando, aliás se for policia e estiver a ler isto, é mentira! cumpro fielmente o código todinho. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-459797766791146043?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/459797766791146043/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=459797766791146043' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/459797766791146043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/459797766791146043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/02/um-porche-baratinho.html' title='Um Porche baratinho...'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R7cycl3grzI/AAAAAAAAAgc/hT7egRoQQyY/s72-c/porche+frente.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-8481451708902053931</id><published>2008-02-15T23:04:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-16T19:10:25.286Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia dos Namorados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R7ctjF3grwI/AAAAAAAAAgE/vJkOOQt_FwM/s1600-h/hartanimation.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R7ctjF3grwI/AAAAAAAAAgE/vJkOOQt_FwM/s1600-h/hartanimation.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167649178324610818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R7ctjF3grwI/AAAAAAAAAgE/vJkOOQt_FwM/s400/hartanimation.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Este ano, passou-me ao lado não passou de um dia como outro qualquer, talvez apenas um pouco mais entristecedor... Algo que já teve tanta importância e agora, nada! apenas mais um dia, claro que o jantar foi especial... passado na casa dos meus pais, nem a eles dei asas eh eh eh um verdadeiro empata... deve ser da idade, bem para o ano há mais, vamos ver o que me reserva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R7ctjV3gryI/AAAAAAAAAgU/P1e7mJqPxfI/s1600-h/loveyou.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167649182619578146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R7ctjV3gryI/AAAAAAAAAgU/P1e7mJqPxfI/s400/loveyou.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R7ctjV3grxI/AAAAAAAAAgM/icoLGhCpHb8/s1600-h/anel_titanio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167649182619578130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R7ctjV3grxI/AAAAAAAAAgM/icoLGhCpHb8/s400/anel_titanio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aneis de titanio...&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-8481451708902053931?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/8481451708902053931/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=8481451708902053931' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/8481451708902053931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/8481451708902053931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/02/dia-dos-namorados.html' title='Dia dos Namorados'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R7ctjF3grwI/AAAAAAAAAgE/vJkOOQt_FwM/s72-c/hartanimation.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-8219544135820909508</id><published>2008-02-13T00:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-13T00:57:23.838Z</updated><title type='text'>http://mbacano.blogspot.com/2008/02/carnaval-2008.html</title><content type='html'>Neste "link" estão algumas das fotos do Carnaval de Torres, mas deixo-vos aqui uma como prova de que o carnaval não é visto de igual forma por todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R7I85F3grvI/AAAAAAAAAf8/JWVv7Xcf1uo/s1600-h/carn2a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166258674072596210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R7I85F3grvI/AAAAAAAAAf8/JWVv7Xcf1uo/s400/carn2a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Gostei particularmente da parte do "obrigadinha" :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Começo a pensar "à velho" em muitas coisas. Confesso que já me custa assistir a certas coisas, mas se tivesse a idade "deles" não iria achar mal nenhum. Tenho de admitir que fiz e vi fazer coisas que agora quando me lembro e penso nisso... bem, o melhor é nem lembrar ou tentar pensar noutra coisa, mas claro, com um sorriso maroto e com algum saudosismo. Quem não tem desses momentos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-8219544135820909508?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/8219544135820909508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=8219544135820909508' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/8219544135820909508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/8219544135820909508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/02/httpmbacanoblogspotcom200802carnaval.html' title='http://mbacano.blogspot.com/2008/02/carnaval-2008.html'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R7I85F3grvI/AAAAAAAAAf8/JWVv7Xcf1uo/s72-c/carn2a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-5661752076380934992</id><published>2008-02-06T17:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-07T00:32:43.461Z</updated><title type='text'>Carnaval de Torres Vedras</title><content type='html'>Mais um ano de pura folia! continua fantástico :) eu não tirei fotos mas um amigo meu tirou e muitas! prometo "postar" algumas aqui no blog.&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que há muita gente por aí que não aprecia muito o carnaval, mas a julgar pelas pessoas que se deslocam todos os anos até Torres Vedras e não só. Existe muita gente que gosta e quase todos os que conheci nestas noites, muitos foram lá pela primeira vez e disseram que estavam a adorar, que não faziam ideia que era assim e que iriam voltar. Óptimo, quantos mais melhor. Nem sequer fui ao corso, não consegui. As noites prolongavam-se pela manhã fora e a idade já não é a mesma eh eh eh. Um grande abraço a todos os foliões :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-5661752076380934992?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/5661752076380934992/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=5661752076380934992' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/5661752076380934992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/5661752076380934992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/02/carnaval-de-torres-vedras.html' title='Carnaval de Torres Vedras'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-1349894740772911997</id><published>2008-01-30T17:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-30T18:01:51.095Z</updated><title type='text'>F0&gt;@-53!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R6C7W8dcAsI/AAAAAAAAAfs/srXRBwVHVrQ/s1600-h/madrugaemmim.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161331175827702466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R6C7W8dcAsI/AAAAAAAAAfs/srXRBwVHVrQ/s400/madrugaemmim.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por vezes fico mesmo irritado! que merda! que culpa tenho eu se um gajo qualquer meteu gasóleo numa porcaria de uma maquina em vez de meter óleo!! que abra os olhos e aprenda a ler! Agora não me venham descontar no meu ordenado por causa disso., mexer-me no bolso é que não... isto realmente só comigo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bonito, se já pensava em sair de lá agora deram-me um belo empurrão... a ver vamos o que o futuro me reserva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R6C7WcdcArI/AAAAAAAAAfk/BO0bOlTg06I/s1600-h/platiunum_05_fs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161331167237767858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R6C7WcdcArI/AAAAAAAAAfk/BO0bOlTg06I/s400/platiunum_05_fs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como nem para fotografar tenho tido tempo, vou sacando algumas fotos da net, para além de demonstrarem o que sinto também as considero interessantes. Espero que gostem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-1349894740772911997?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/1349894740772911997/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=1349894740772911997' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/1349894740772911997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/1349894740772911997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/01/f0-53.html' title='F0&gt;@-53!!!'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R6C7W8dcAsI/AAAAAAAAAfs/srXRBwVHVrQ/s72-c/madrugaemmim.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-1002097423721363278</id><published>2008-01-28T19:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-28T21:37:01.976Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R55J_8dcApI/AAAAAAAAAfU/kny_ZTylveQ/s1600-h/sorriso_canino.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto-me bem! Mesmo sem razão aparente estou bem disposto :) provavelmente por ter passado o domingo todo a dormir, eu sei, é triste mas a verdade é que me soube meeeesmo bem! ronha ronha e mais ronha seguida de uma bela soneca lol. humm diferente mas acho que era mesmo o que estava a precisar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R55KtsdcAqI/AAAAAAAAAfc/b15kSGvxJpo/s1600-h/sorriso_canino2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160644371902366370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R55KtsdcAqI/AAAAAAAAAfc/b15kSGvxJpo/s400/sorriso_canino2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não que tenha grandes motivos para sorrir, as coisas nem vão assim tão bem no trabalho e o resto estou farto de espelhar aqui mas a verdade é que o sorriso me tem aparecido de uma forma muito espontânea e natural, sabe bem! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma boa semana para todos vós :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R55J_cdcAnI/AAAAAAAAAfE/BLQNazhN9ak/s1600-h/s2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160643577333416562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R55J_cdcAnI/AAAAAAAAAfE/BLQNazhN9ak/s400/s2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R55J_sdcAoI/AAAAAAAAAfM/7MVJ-monaR4/s1600-h/sorriso.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-1002097423721363278?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/1002097423721363278/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=1002097423721363278' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/1002097423721363278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/1002097423721363278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/01/sinto-me-bem-mesmo-sem-razo-aparente.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R55KtsdcAqI/AAAAAAAAAfc/b15kSGvxJpo/s72-c/sorriso_canino2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-1573015377346222289</id><published>2008-01-23T18:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:38:38.148Z</updated><title type='text'>Pena? porquê?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R5eJd8dcAlI/AAAAAAAAAe0/a7OKtJEIc1w/s1600-h/tempo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158743045715001938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R5eJd8dcAlI/AAAAAAAAAe0/a7OKtJEIc1w/s400/tempo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Não espero, nem quero pena quando falo nestes assuntos, quando me "abro" aqui no blog, é com o intuito de ficar mais livre, preciso de o dizer. Preciso de mandar para fora tudo o que me está a consumir, que não me deixa progredir! esta é a forma mais fácil e simplista de o fazer, penso eu... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Costuma-se dizer que a esperança é a última a morrer, a verdade é que, no meu caso são as memórias que perduram por muito mais tempo! Não consigo largar, não consigo deixar de pensar... O que fazer? bem, o que faço, escrevo e espero que o tempo leve, como o mar leva a areia, arrastando aos poucos e poucos... o importante é que acaba por ir! Quando foi, foi como uma onda, um turbilhão de sensações boas, não era capaz de fazer ou pensar em algo que não fosse ela, para ir... apenas o tempo e o mar o sabem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R5eJeMdcAmI/AAAAAAAAAe8/t4vf127nbO4/s1600-h/neptuno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158743050009969250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R5eJeMdcAmI/AAAAAAAAAe8/t4vf127nbO4/s400/neptuno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-1573015377346222289?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/1573015377346222289/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=1573015377346222289' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/1573015377346222289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/1573015377346222289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/01/pena-porqu.html' title='Pena? porquê?'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R5eJd8dcAlI/AAAAAAAAAe0/a7OKtJEIc1w/s72-c/tempo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-7097226066758635256</id><published>2008-01-21T22:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-21T22:55:11.756Z</updated><title type='text'>Alívio!</title><content type='html'>Soube bem deitar tudo isso cá para fora! afinal foi para isso que te criei meu querido blog!&lt;br /&gt;Mas nem só por isto ando assim nem que tenha a sua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;influencia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt; a porra do trabalho me tem lixado a cabeça! e a porra de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;trabalhar&lt;/span&gt; aos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sábados&lt;/span&gt;... não me consigo habituar.... meu rico fim-de-semana!!! Volta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pavia&lt;/span&gt;, estás perdoada!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-7097226066758635256?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/7097226066758635256/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=7097226066758635256' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/7097226066758635256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/7097226066758635256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/01/alvio.html' title='Alívio!'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-4790736402493159135</id><published>2008-01-21T22:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-21T22:40:19.933Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Mas que raio de poderes tens tu sobre mim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;continuas aqui, aqui bem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;juntinho&lt;/span&gt; a mim, seja na mente que constantemente te busca e procura na mais pequena situação, seja nos cheiros até na comida... o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sushi&lt;/span&gt; nunca mais soube ao mesmo (mas continua bom), seja no coração que se agarrou a todas emoções e com uma força incrível tem resistido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não imaginas as vezes que já olhei para o telefone e disse a mim mesmo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- É desta! vou-lhe ligar... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hummm&lt;/span&gt; talvez só uma mensagem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas ela nem gosta de mensagens!!! PORRA!... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O melhor é ficar aqui no meu canto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R5Uc28QzMfI/AAAAAAAAAes/azaCoNG51QA/s1600-h/Gota_de_Agua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158060678437876210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R5Uc28QzMfI/AAAAAAAAAes/azaCoNG51QA/s400/Gota_de_Agua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(foto retirada da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;net&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&gt;Por vezes começo a rir sozinho, como eram tão ridículas e simples de resolver algumas das nossas discussões... como poderia ser tudo tão mais fácil...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tanta lágrima que se poderia ter evitado, tanto tempo perdido com coisas nada importantes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fora isso, fora a merda das discussões tudo era fantástico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que boas recordações tenho contigo, tão bons momentos, tão belas sensações... será que sou eu que não as quero deixar partir? será que sou eu que ainda me agarro ao doce perfume de tudo o que perdi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;serei o único?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-4790736402493159135?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/4790736402493159135/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=4790736402493159135' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/4790736402493159135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/4790736402493159135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/01/mas-que-raio-de-poderes-tens-tu-sobre.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R5Uc28QzMfI/AAAAAAAAAes/azaCoNG51QA/s72-c/Gota_de_Agua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-4178926388484865306</id><published>2008-01-16T21:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-16T21:39:05.123Z</updated><title type='text'>E agora mais um dilema....</title><content type='html'>Caramba, nem 6 meses tenho de casa e já me custa a levantar de manhã só de saber que vou para o trabalho. É mesmo muito mau trabalhar ao sábado, agora compreendo melhor algumas pessoas e situações. A verdade é que não estou feliz nem a fazer o que realmente gosto! Se não estás bem, muda-te! sempre ouvi dizer. Talvez seja o melhor, mas a ideia de andar constantemente a mudar de emprego e de voltar a andar de um lado para o outro faz-me pensar duas vezes... Sinceramente estou dividido, para além de que ainda não arranjei mais nada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-4178926388484865306?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/4178926388484865306/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=4178926388484865306' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/4178926388484865306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/4178926388484865306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/01/e-agora-mais-um-dilema.html' title='E agora mais um dilema....'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-2861549451955160381</id><published>2008-01-16T20:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-16T21:43:04.892Z</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns Durães</title><content type='html'>Pois é o nosso amigo Durães fez anos e como não poderia deixar de ser, no passado sábado houve uma festarola!!&lt;br /&gt;Escusado será dizer que lá pelo meio do jantar já estava tudo meio rosadinho eu inclusive, já tinha saudades de “apanhar uma”. O único problema é eu todos os outros também. Lixei-me! Acabei por ser eu a levar o carro. Após o jantar fomos até ao INDOCHINA aí já com o primito Hugo também! Eu, o Peles, O primito, o Durães, o Carlos e também o Zé do camião e sua esposa. Belo serviço! Com estas fotos espero fazer entender o porquê do estado dele, o homem não largava o balcão e claro, nós estávamos lá para o ajudar e apoiar! &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R452UMQzMcI/AAAAAAAAAeU/HjgWUxiFLec/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156188712646947266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R452UMQzMcI/AAAAAAAAAeU/HjgWUxiFLec/s400/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso que dá para ver dentro da bola amarela que está na foto a atenção com que o nosso amigo se encontrava, para além do estado claro ;)&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R452UcQzMdI/AAAAAAAAAec/j7axcTFhWZI/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156188716941914578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R452UcQzMdI/AAAAAAAAAec/j7axcTFhWZI/s400/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... A verdade é que nos divertimos imenso e nem a ex dele estragou (muito) a festa!&lt;br /&gt;como cheguei a casa, bem isso agora, o melhor mesmo é perguntar ao primito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-2861549451955160381?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/2861549451955160381/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=2861549451955160381' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/2861549451955160381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/2861549451955160381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/01/parabns-dures.html' title='Parabéns Durães'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R452UMQzMcI/AAAAAAAAAeU/HjgWUxiFLec/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-7199721108148178306</id><published>2008-01-16T20:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-16T20:43:41.334Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Para além de ter sempre a desculpa do computador estar marado, também a falta de tempo tem vingado para que não venha até este espaço... Quem diz tempo diz vontade! A verdade é que o blog foi criado com o intuito de poder falar abertamente de tudo e de todos os que me rodeiam, do meu fracasso e sofrimento pós Sónia. Sim, ajudou e muito a começar a "largar" tudo isso, não ultrapassei mas vou a caminho.&lt;br /&gt;Outra das coisas que me fez criar o blog foram as fotografias, algo que infelizmente nem tempo tenho para... &lt;br /&gt;Por tudo isto e por nem o trabalho ajudar tenho estado mais... "caladito"&lt;br /&gt;Já tinha saudades! eh eh eh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-7199721108148178306?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/7199721108148178306/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=7199721108148178306' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/7199721108148178306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/7199721108148178306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/01/para-alm-de-ter-sempre-desculpa-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-3135618445369967581</id><published>2008-01-07T18:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-07T18:29:07.939Z</updated><title type='text'>Manito</title><content type='html'>Este homem é um exemplo de força de vontade e de sucesso (que é o mais importante). Admiro-te manito, é preciso muita força de vontade para conseguir tudo o que conseguiste e não me refiro apenas ao sucesso na perda de peso,que foi algo fantástico, refiro-me  também a coisas passadas que agora não vale a pena mencionar mas que tu decerto sabes. Parabéns manito, és um exemplo para todos nós! 1 grande abraço&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-3135618445369967581?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/3135618445369967581/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=3135618445369967581' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/3135618445369967581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/3135618445369967581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/01/manito.html' title='Manito'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-1420541325287920813</id><published>2008-01-07T18:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-07T18:17:40.432Z</updated><title type='text'>fim de semana... Diferente</title><content type='html'>Ora aí está, um fim-de-semana bem diferente e porquê? Porque não diz "a ponta de um corno" :)&lt;br /&gt;Mas soube bem, mesmo com tanta coisa por fazer lá em casa... A verdade é que a ronha foi do melhor! Humm... É para repetir :) já sinto tanta falta de ter os sábados livres... Uma boa semana para todos :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-1420541325287920813?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/1420541325287920813/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=1420541325287920813' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/1420541325287920813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/1420541325287920813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/01/fim-de-semana-diferente.html' title='fim de semana... Diferente'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-4392760860663479011</id><published>2008-01-03T19:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-03T19:15:40.256Z</updated><title type='text'>Ano novo vida nova</title><content type='html'>ok, até acredito nisso e este ano é mesmo o que vou tentar. Estou a precisar alterar vários parâmetros da minha vida, Tentar mudar a minha visão... A primeira alteração deste ano será o ir para a casa de vialonga, está quase pronta! :) entretanto aos poucos e poucos tudo o resto, não pode ser tudo de seguida, o ano é grande eh eh eh&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Que 2008 seja um excelente ano para todos, tanto para mim como para vocês... Todos :)&lt;br /&gt;Bom ano&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-4392760860663479011?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/4392760860663479011/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=4392760860663479011' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/4392760860663479011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/4392760860663479011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2008/01/ano-novo-vida-nova.html' title='Ano novo vida nova'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-1591200294067759512</id><published>2007-12-26T20:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-26T21:27:11.832Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R3LAFsQzMbI/AAAAAAAAAeM/JmkAWvLvNGk/s1600-h/22122007874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R3LAFsQzMbI/AAAAAAAAAeM/JmkAWvLvNGk/s400/22122007874.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148388528051401138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No passado dia 22 fiz anos, 31 para ser mais exacto, quando me diziam que o tempo passa a correr nunca liguei muito, estava demasiado ocupado a tentar aproveitá-lo. Ainda tenho muito para conhecer aprender e aproveitar, mas parei um pouco e realmente é verdade, passa a voar... &lt;br /&gt;Este ano não fiz festa, também não tive nenhuma festa surpresa como no ano passado e na verdade também não estava com grande "pica" para tal, mas conseguiram me arrancar um sorriso, fui jantar com o meu primito, com a namorada e com o duraês ao porta 1 da Dona Ana e do Michell. Recebi este bolo. Foram uns queridos, adorei :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-1591200294067759512?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/1591200294067759512/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=1591200294067759512' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/1591200294067759512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/1591200294067759512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-passado-dia-22-fiz-anos-31-para-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R3LAFsQzMbI/AAAAAAAAAeM/JmkAWvLvNGk/s72-c/22122007874.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-4224952209868306510</id><published>2007-12-26T20:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-26T21:04:04.844Z</updated><title type='text'>fiquei sem computador... :(</title><content type='html'>ora bolas parece de propósito, um a fazer o update puff, apanhou com uma virose, o outro queimou o disco, assim não vale! Bem, tudo isto apenas para dizer que foi essa a razão que me fez ficar sem escrever nada por aqui, agora ando a escrever por telemóvel uau! Não dá jeito nenhum mas dá para matar o vício :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-4224952209868306510?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/4224952209868306510/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=4224952209868306510' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/4224952209868306510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/4224952209868306510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2007/12/fiquei-sem-computador.html' title='fiquei sem computador... :('/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-558305156142390181</id><published>2007-12-20T21:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-20T21:21:03.182Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Confesso que pensei até do acabar com este espaço, por falta de tempo, paciência e até vontade. Assim pensava! Depressa mudei de idéias, já faz parte de mim, sabe bem vir aqui e ver mensagens como a da Sandra e da Ana no post do obrigado. Vocês são lindas e como disse antes, repito o meu muito muito obrigado às duas :)&lt;br /&gt; Sabe bem escrever e desabafar sobre como me sinto, sobre o que acho e sobre o que se passa na minha vida. Não quero perder tal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-558305156142390181?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/558305156142390181/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=558305156142390181' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/558305156142390181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/558305156142390181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2007/12/confesso-que-pensei-at-do-acabar-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-7544539409979220932</id><published>2007-12-20T21:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-20T21:24:28.613Z</updated><title type='text'>90 aninhos é dose...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R2rZ68QzMaI/AAAAAAAAAeE/uLYo-VkSpRI/s1600-h/17122007871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R2rZ68QzMaI/AAAAAAAAAeE/uLYo-VkSpRI/s400/17122007871.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146165130856444322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pois é 90 anos já passaram por este rosto, ainda fresca como uma alface. Não dispensa o seu "copinho" de vinho, mesmo com está idade. :)&lt;br /&gt;É a minha avó e por mais divergências que tenhamos adoro-a beijinhos de parabéns avó! Já passaste por tanto dona Helena mereces ser feliz. Essa era a prenda que gostava que recebesses, muita muita felicidade... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-7544539409979220932?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/7544539409979220932/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=7544539409979220932' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/7544539409979220932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/7544539409979220932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2007/12/90-aninhos-dose.html' title='90 aninhos é dose...'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R2rZ68QzMaI/AAAAAAAAAeE/uLYo-VkSpRI/s72-c/17122007871.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-7731998679450689451</id><published>2007-12-20T20:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-20T20:55:59.728Z</updated><title type='text'>Santa x</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R2rWGsQzMZI/AAAAAAAAAd8/sHjuMTBhgr8/s1600-h/16122007869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R2rWGsQzMZI/AAAAAAAAAd8/sHjuMTBhgr8/s400/16122007869.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146160934673396114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não ia faz tempo. Soube bem, fora estar vazia e para não variar muito nesta altura, gelada! Mas cada vez que vislumbro esta pedra, melhor dizendo, este penedo sinto-me bem, sinto-me energéticamente rejuvenescido :)&lt;br /&gt;Estava mesmo a precisar, mas o frio não ajuda.&lt;br /&gt;É lindo não é?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-7731998679450689451?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/7731998679450689451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=7731998679450689451' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/7731998679450689451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/7731998679450689451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2007/12/santa-x.html' title='Santa x'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R2rWGsQzMZI/AAAAAAAAAd8/sHjuMTBhgr8/s72-c/16122007869.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-9117790377133031039</id><published>2007-12-12T12:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-12T12:27:54.683Z</updated><title type='text'>obrigado</title><content type='html'>queria agradecer a todos os que me têm visitado, que têm comentado e me têm ajudado a ultrapassar tudo isto, torna-sê mais fácil desabafar por aqui, é muito bom ouvir da vossa parte o apoio e os puxões de orelhas... É muito importante para mim. &lt;br /&gt;Por vezes sem se dar por isso ajudamos as pessoas e muito. Por tudo isso e por tudo o mais que não me lembro agora :) obrigado!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-9117790377133031039?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/9117790377133031039/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=9117790377133031039' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/9117790377133031039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/9117790377133031039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2007/12/obrigado.html' title='obrigado'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-3737940861345776184</id><published>2007-12-11T10:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-11T10:39:50.477Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sem razão aparente sinto-me triste, talvez um pouco desiludido também e não consigo nem entender nem explicar a razão para tal. Acontece a todos penso eu, o problema é que se eu analisar bem e olhar para trás, esta situação já dura faz tempo. Sei que só eu o posso mudar, mas ainda não descobri verdadeiramente como o fazer. O que me falta? O que procuro? Não sei, mas gostava realmente de saber...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-3737940861345776184?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/3737940861345776184/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=3737940861345776184' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/3737940861345776184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/3737940861345776184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2007/12/sem-razo-aparente-sinto-me-triste.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-9105076710025714026</id><published>2007-12-05T23:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-06T00:16:42.662Z</updated><title type='text'>Devaneios ou nem por isso...</title><content type='html'>A inércia por vezes existe porque quando vais para dar um passo difícil, meio sem jeito e a medo, cortam-te as pernas antes, o silêncio acontece muitas vezes porque quem está a espera de escutar nem se apercebe que tapou os ouvidos... a falta de coragem acontece quando não sentes o doce, o abrigo e o aconchego do amor do outro lado. Se assim é, então porquê dar o passo meio sem jeito? Para que me cortem as pernas? Porquê tentar gritar aos quatro cantos se quem deve não ouve? Para quê ter coragem, se o caminho é vazio, amargo e de desassossego?&lt;br /&gt; Há nódoas que custam a sair, mas mais cedo ou mais tarde acabamos por conseguir, no entretanto vamos tentando esconder mal e porcamente… pena quando tal acontece na peça que mais gostamos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-9105076710025714026?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/9105076710025714026/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=9105076710025714026' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/9105076710025714026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/9105076710025714026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2007/12/devaneios-ou-nem-por-isso.html' title='Devaneios ou nem por isso...'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-2091628644333654675</id><published>2007-12-02T21:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-02T22:18:19.711Z</updated><title type='text'>Afinal até nem foi assim tão mau</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK! não tive os dois dias, mas a verdade é que me soube muito bem o dia de domingo e a noite de sábado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No sábado estive com o Carlo e mais tarde com a Sandra e uns amigos dela no Knock-out, estava uma banda a tocar ao vivo - os Jahmmin. Muito, muito bom tanto o bar como o grupo. Aqui fica uma foto do grupo e duas tiradas no bar&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R1MqZlbkHaI/AAAAAAAAAdE/9yMOe0NBdI0/s1600-R/jammin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139498218792689058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R1MqZlbkHaI/AAAAAAAAAdE/FrCCWhyf_J0/s400/jammin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R1MqaFbkHbI/AAAAAAAAAdM/NVrdqZoINOM/s1600-R/gas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139498227382623666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R1MqaFbkHbI/AAAAAAAAAdM/gd7ySMwOwWs/s400/gas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R1MqaVbkHcI/AAAAAAAAAdU/ax--pbqHV_o/s1600-R/badsex.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139498231677590978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R1MqaVbkHcI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Sf1gtSAV4H4/s400/badsex.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;esta é uma placa curiosa que estava no bar, gostei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quanto ao Domingo, esse foi passado com a Patrícia numa volta pela Ericeira, o tempo não estava dos melhores, mas praia é praia e só o sentir a maresia na cara... huummm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;para além de que um café junto ao mar é sempre diferente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R1MuHFbkHdI/AAAAAAAAAdc/x1-THHsXM28/s1600-R/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139502299011620306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R1MuHFbkHdI/AAAAAAAAAdc/-XU9pOn404s/s400/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R1MuHVbkHeI/AAAAAAAAAdk/XGcgdjrok_Q/s1600-R/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139502303306587618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R1MuHVbkHeI/AAAAAAAAAdk/XtS3PnJ488g/s400/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R1MuH1bkHfI/AAAAAAAAAds/dz-TDdoPcdM/s1600-R/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139502311896522226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R1MuH1bkHfI/AAAAAAAAAds/w52T4TWBvjk/s400/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R1MuIFbkHgI/AAAAAAAAAd0/PQaQTjA1pkw/s1600-R/po.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139502316191489538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R1MuIFbkHgI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Q1ujiRKt3HE/s400/po.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...esta também nunca a tinha visto.&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/822454449413224212-2091628644333654675?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/2091628644333654675/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=2091628644333654675' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/2091628644333654675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/2091628644333654675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2007/12/afinal-at-nem-foi-assim-to-mau.html' title='Afinal até nem foi assim tão mau'/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/R1MqZlbkHaI/AAAAAAAAAdE/FrCCWhyf_J0/s72-c/jammin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-6958782592143615839</id><published>2007-11-30T18:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-30T19:11:52.840Z</updated><title type='text'>ya... fim de semana mas para alguns :(</title><content type='html'>Ora estava eu todo contente a pensar que iria ficar estes dois dias de "molho", já com planos de sair daqui para fora aqundo recebo a fantástica notícia de que tenho de trabalhar este Sábado... Bolas! estava mesmo a contar, fica para a próxima... que também não deve ser o fim-de-semana seguinte. para todos que o podem gozar um óptimo fim de semana :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-6958782592143615839?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/6958782592143615839/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=6958782592143615839' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/6958782592143615839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/6958782592143615839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2007/11/ya-fim-de-semana-mas-para-alguns.html' title='ya... fim de semana mas para alguns :('/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-822454449413224212.post-698632403745855887</id><published>2007-11-27T22:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-27T22:27:30.586Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As coisas são sempre tão simples de resolver quando os problemas são dos outros, não tenho problema nenhum, pelo contrário até gosto que me perguntem o que fazer nesta ou naquela situação. De uma forma mais ou menos fria, analiso e faço os possíveis para ajudar, claro está, analisando do meu ponto de vista tal não quer dizer que seja, obviamente o mais correcto. Bem, mas isto tudo para dizer que seria tão mais fácil se o conseguisse fazer como o faço para os demais.&lt;br /&gt;“Faz o que eu digo não faças o que eu faço”.&lt;br /&gt;Encaixa lindamente. Pena!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/822454449413224212-698632403745855887?l=2mad4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/feeds/698632403745855887/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=822454449413224212&amp;postID=698632403745855887' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/698632403745855887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/822454449413224212/posts/default/698632403745855887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2mad4.blogspot.com/2007/11/as-coisas-so-sempre-to-simples-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00047241561276782531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZu4dXIYXvs/STOvH2mFZJI/AAAAAAAABBU/SNt4v05g40Q/S220/cat.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
