<?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-7857344902206591285</id><updated>2012-01-28T03:50:26.922Z</updated><category term='sexo'/><category term='hobbies'/><category term='religião'/><category term='férias'/><category term='estudo'/><category term='apelo'/><category term='tese'/><category term='benfica'/><category term='desafios'/><category term='mundo'/><category term='estágio'/><category term='escudos'/><category term='passatempos'/><category term='blogue'/><category term='não me apetece adicionar etiquetas'/><category term='saldos'/><category term='optimus alive'/><category term='preconceito'/><category term='ficção'/><category 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porquê.</title><subtitle type='html'>'stracci</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>391</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-6823412985458374718</id><published>2012-01-27T21:36:00.007Z</published><updated>2012-01-28T03:50:26.927Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pedincha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinheiro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peditório'/><title type='text'>um, dois e cinco, fáxavor! (ou uma nova versão do "tenhá bondade de mauxiliar")</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pt.dreamstime.com/euro-moedas-cipriotas-centavos-5-2-e-1--thumb12765009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 200px;" src="http://pt.dreamstime.com/euro-moedas-cipriotas-centavos-5-2-e-1--thumb12765009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No Verão passado, envolvi-me num &lt;b&gt;projecto extremamente ambicioso&lt;/b&gt; no qual continuo, cheia de empenho, envolvida. Esse projecto é nada mais nada menos que &lt;b&gt;juntar pretos&lt;/b&gt;. Sim, pretos, aquelas moedinhas pequenas, aparentemente pouco valiosas, que nos chegaram pela primeira vez às mãos há sensivelmente dez anos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como eu ia a dizer, continuo obstinadamente a coleccionar estas moedas, que guardo em frascos de café vazios, que demoram um tempão a encher. Embora ande nisto há já mais de &lt;b&gt;seis meses&lt;/b&gt;, o total acumulado ronda, ainda, a ridícula quantia de &lt;b&gt;18 euros&lt;/b&gt;. Sim, foram seis meses tão árduos para nem chegar aos 20 euros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se tenho moedas de um, dois ou cinco cêntimos na carteira, ajo como se as não tivesse, depositando-as, posteriormente, no respectivo frasquinho; o meu pai recebe semanalmente um telefonema meu, em que me certifico que ele anda a guardar todas quantas lhe passam pela mão; a carteira da minha mãe é rapinada sempre que venho a casa; o hóme já sabe que eu tenho o direito quase constitucional sobre os pretos dele; e, infelizmente, com os meus irmãos não posso contar, porque eles também têm esta mesma espécie de&lt;i&gt; hobbie&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ora ontem, já eu estava deitada há um bom bocado, mas sem conseguir dormir, deu-me para pensar no raio dos pretos. Afinal, sabia que estava a juntá-los como única forma viável de poupança para mim (ainda que a conta gotas), mas não sabia bem qual viria a ser, eventualmente, a sua finalidade. Até então, as hipóteses que me passavam pela ideia eram sempre à base de viagens, caprichos pessoais, roupa e afins. Mas ontem, àquela hora, tive uma espécie de epifania sonâmbula e vi a luz, isto é, o &lt;b&gt;objectivo último deste meu projecto&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pois então, ocorreu-me que há uma coisa que quero muito ter, mas que é um bocado cara; ocorreu-me que, para ter essa tal coisa, fiz um investimento de vários milhares de euros; ocorreu-me (rufos), e ainda bem, que vou usar os meus ricos pretos, fruto do meu suor e capacidades de extorsão e pedincha, para&lt;b&gt; pagar um papel&lt;/b&gt;. Sim, um papel. Trata-se de um papel que dá pelo nome de diploma de licenciada e que, há já uns meses, tenho o desejo de ter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E foi assim que me veio à cabeça aquela &lt;b&gt;última cena do &lt;i&gt;Confessions of a Shopaholic&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, em que ela paga todas as suas dívidas em trocos. É isto que eu quero para a minha vida! Não as dívidas, claro, mas a parte dos frasquinhos e saquinhos de moedas a servirem de pagamento para o dito papel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sendo assim, está &lt;b&gt;oficialmente aberto um peditório&lt;/b&gt;, dirigido a todos aqueles que repudiam estas moedas, que acham que só estorvam e, inclusive, se as recebem como troco no supermercado as atiram para o chão. Se querem fazê-lo, então que o façam ali no &lt;b&gt;Pingo Doce da Grão Vasco&lt;/b&gt;, em Benfica, e me avisem com antecedência que vão passar por lá, para eu montar um acampamento à boca das caixas e iniciar a recolha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lá para o fim do ano, hei-de apresentar-me naquela maldita secretaria, com um &lt;i&gt;trolley&lt;/i&gt; cheio de cascalho (os ditos pretos, para quem não sabe), e hei-de solicitar, orgulhosamente, a &lt;b&gt;emissão do meu rico diploma&lt;/b&gt;. Para tal, não se esqueçam: Pingo Doce da Grão Vasco, com aviso prévio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estamos combinados? Liindos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-6823412985458374718?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/6823412985458374718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=6823412985458374718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/6823412985458374718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/6823412985458374718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2012/01/um-dois-e-cinco-faxavor-ou-uma-nova.html' title='um, dois e cinco, fáxavor! (ou uma nova versão do &quot;tenhá bondade de mauxiliar&quot;)'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-6218903544028003608</id><published>2012-01-07T00:43:00.004Z</published><updated>2012-01-07T01:00:16.529Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enecc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projectos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cc'/><title type='text'>o quarto rei mago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/383112_289352637777268_155290151183518_778991_108385470_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 672px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/383112_289352637777268_155290151183518_778991_108385470_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Já que o estágio e o trabalho (leia-se biscates) não estão a correr assim tãããoo bem, pelo menos que o meu &lt;i&gt;baby&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/enecc2011"&gt;ENECC&lt;/a&gt; compense. E não é que compensa mesmo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2012 trouxe-me (e ao resto da equipa) um novo &lt;i&gt;boost&lt;/i&gt; para o nosso Encontro e eu não podia estar mais entusiasmada. O &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.enecc.org/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;está para arrancar, as coisas estão cada vez mais definidas e eu cada vez mais convicta de que, se pudesse, fazia disto vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Podemos ser miúdos, mas sabemos tirar partido do que aprendemos na faculdade, da nossa vontade e capacidade e do espírito tão característico que se desenvolve no nosso curso. É, em parte, por isso, que nos voltamos a lançar na aventura de reunir os estudantes de Ciências da Comunicação do país inteiro, para mais um fim-de-semana memorável; é, sem dúvida, por isso que vamos encontrando parceiros, pessoas que acreditam em nós e no nosso trabalho e por isso apostam nele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje tinha de escrever isto, porque foi um dia óptimo para a equipa e para o evento e andavam a fazer-me falta esse tipo de dias (não posso falar só de coisas más, não é?). Quando as coisas correm de feição, há que celebrar e eu faço-o dizendo-vos que este é, certamente, o maior e melhor projecto da minha vida! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se acham que podem encontrar o vosso e pô-lo em prática, digo-vos que o façam, que arrisquem e depois se deliciem a vê-lo tornar-se realidade nas vossas mãos. É lindo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No Dia de Reis, o maior rei foi o ENECC! Woo-hooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;(versão eufórica)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-6218903544028003608?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/6218903544028003608/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=6218903544028003608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/6218903544028003608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/6218903544028003608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-quarto-rei-mago.html' title='o quarto rei mago'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-5492863696827850001</id><published>2011-12-31T13:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-31T13:26:41.340Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balanço'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>2011 foi o ano em que...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.anderson.com.pt/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/feliz2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.anderson.com.pt/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/feliz2011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...estive mais falida;&lt;div&gt;...o meu hóme me deu bola;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...aprendi a fazer referências bibliográficas bem feitinhas;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...descontei, pela primeira vez, para a Segurança Social;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...acabei a licenciatura;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...vários amigos me fizeram uma bela surpresa à meia noite do meu aniversário;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...trabalhei, pela primeira vez, na minha área de formação;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...entrei para o meu primeiro estágio;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...deixei de constar do agregado familiar lá de casa, nos papéis;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...passei o meu primeiro recibo verde;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...constatei que é possível manter os amigos da faculdade, depois de deixá-la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi, claramente, um ano de transição e  de pensar constantemente "estou a ficar crescida, bolas!". Mas foi bom e o balanço é positivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E o vosso 2011?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;'&lt;/i&gt;stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-5492863696827850001?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/5492863696827850001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=5492863696827850001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/5492863696827850001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/5492863696827850001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-foi-o-ano-em-que.html' title='2011 foi o ano em que...'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-8807788842427794127</id><published>2011-12-29T14:22:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-12-29T14:56:16.548Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='euro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinheiro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escudos'/><title type='text'>(Quase) Dez anos de euro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images01.olx.pt/ui/8/67/56/1280571120_52256156_4-Moedas-de-Escudo-anteriores-ao-Euro-Compra-Venda-1280571120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 180px;" src="http://images01.olx.pt/ui/8/67/56/1280571120_52256156_4-Moedas-de-Escudo-anteriores-ao-Euro-Compra-Venda-1280571120.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cruzei-me com &lt;a href="http://aeiou.visao.pt/o-que-duplicou-de-preco-nos-ultimos-10-anos=f640829"&gt;este artigo&lt;/a&gt; da Visão e, mesmo sem lê-lo (confesso que ainda só li o título), lembrei-me de uma mão cheia de exemplos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando o euro chegou a Portugal, era eu uma menina de 11 anos, fato de treino e a frequentar o 6.º ano, no Ciclo. Lembro-me do entusiasmo que tomou conta de mim e dos meus irmãos, da azáfama de trocar e destrocar moedas, de aprender como é que a grande novidade funcionava; lembro de, umas semanas mais tarde, já ser ridículo ainda termos senhas para o bar em escudos, essa moeda &lt;i&gt;so last season&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recuando um pouco, antes do euro, a minha semanada era de &lt;b&gt;quinhentos escudos&lt;/b&gt;. Atenção, que &lt;b&gt;quinhentos escudos&lt;/b&gt; já dava direito a nota! Ora, uma semanada de &lt;b&gt;quinhentos escudos&lt;/b&gt; dava para nada mais nada menos do que almoçar todos os dias na cantina da escola e lanchar pelo menos uma vez por dia no bar. Na altura, ainda não fazia mal comer bolos e o facto de custarem &lt;b&gt;cinquenta escudos&lt;/b&gt; tornava-os a escolha óbvia, na maioria das vezes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Continuando, ainda, a recuar, lembro-me de comer &lt;i&gt;Ovos Kinder &lt;/i&gt;em «dias de festa», porque esta guloseima já custava um bocadinho mais do que os chupa-chupas picantes ou as pastilhas e, sendo nós três crianças, significava gastar perto de &lt;b&gt;trezentos escudos&lt;/b&gt;. Tudo quanto era chocolate já era, para mim, considerado caro, porque andava à volta dos &lt;b&gt;cem escudos&lt;/b&gt;, se bem me recordo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em tempos de Verão, ocasionalmente, lá se cravavam uns gelados. Nunca fui de escolher os maiores e mais caros, mas lembro-me da loucura que era um &lt;i&gt;Magnum &lt;/i&gt;custar perto de &lt;b&gt;duzentos escudos&lt;/b&gt;! Eu cá comia antes o &lt;i&gt;Feast&lt;/i&gt; ou o &lt;i&gt;Perna de Pau&lt;/i&gt;, que eram mais modestos e me sabiam bem na mesma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora, olhando para trás e, logo de seguida, para a frente, vejo um &lt;i&gt;Ovo Kinder &lt;/i&gt;custar &lt;b&gt;um euro&lt;/b&gt;, um &lt;i&gt;Snickers &lt;/i&gt;idem idem aspas aspas e um &lt;i&gt;Magnum&lt;/i&gt; custar &lt;b&gt;um euro e meio&lt;/b&gt; ou mais! Ali pelo meio do «para a frente e para trás», recordo, ainda, a minha última semanada, de&lt;b&gt; doze euros&lt;/b&gt;, no 12.º ano. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ora, fazendo contas, mantive-me uma menina poupada ao longo dos anos e, ainda assim, a minha semanada, em seis anos, quase quintuplicou. Hoje em dia, consola-me saber que, se ainda tivesse a minha velha nota de &lt;b&gt;quinhentos escudos&lt;/b&gt;, sempre podia ser rebelde e gastá-la num &lt;i&gt;Magnum&lt;/i&gt;, num &lt;i&gt;Ovo Kinder &lt;/i&gt;e num &lt;i&gt;Snickers&lt;/i&gt;, desde que fosse almoçar a casa todos os dias!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-8807788842427794127?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/8807788842427794127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=8807788842427794127&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/8807788842427794127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/8807788842427794127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2011/12/quase-dez-anos-de-euro.html' title='(Quase) Dez anos de euro'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-1583206744626760212</id><published>2011-12-18T15:07:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-12-18T15:42:33.446Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presentes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natal'/><title type='text'>xmas wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear Santa&lt;font size="1"&gt; (or should I say boyfriend?)&lt;/font&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really wanted a car (sim, Joana, essa também é sempre a minha resposta) but I know we're in a crisis so I decided to go with a low cost wishlist. You can ignore the brands or the colors, you can even choose only one item from my list. Yes, I've been a good girl, don't worry about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll be waiting for you to come to thank you in person. Have a good week! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 419px; height: 446px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687492153537344818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hRbyE9vAw9w/Tu4H-uJqNTI/AAAAAAAABE8/tcHFgEtFOmY/s400/wishlist.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;em&gt;E o tempo que eu demorei a encontrar alguma coisa?! Foi preciso espremer o cérebro e a net! Para o ano, sempre que precisar/quiser alguma coisa não compro e, em vez disso, escrevo num papel e guardo para o Natal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;'stracci&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-1583206744626760212?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/1583206744626760212/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=1583206744626760212&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/1583206744626760212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/1583206744626760212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2011/12/xmas-wishlist.html' title='xmas wishlist'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hRbyE9vAw9w/Tu4H-uJqNTI/AAAAAAAABE8/tcHFgEtFOmY/s72-c/wishlist.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-8260527565906776867</id><published>2011-12-17T15:37:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-17T15:48:16.726Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dilema'/><title type='text'>dilema invertido (com pedido de ajuda)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kentuckysportsradio.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/wish-list.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://kentuckysportsradio.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/wish-list.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estou tão desligada do Natal, tão vazia do famoso "espírito" natalício, que, ao invés de não saber o que oferecer, não faço ideia do que quero receber. Nisto, &lt;b&gt;é suposto que faça uma &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;wishlist&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/i&gt;ASAP e não me ocorre &lt;i&gt;nadica&lt;/i&gt; de nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não sei se é velhice, se é ter-mais-que-fazer, mas o Natal, para mim, significa comer um belíssimo polvo à lagareiro (que já exigi com a devida antecedência) e partilhar o calor da lareira da minha prima com parte da família.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora digam-me lá: que presentes é que se pode oferecer a uma miúda de 21 anos, que tenham um preço razoável e, pelo menos, alguma utilidade?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-8260527565906776867?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/8260527565906776867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=8260527565906776867&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/8260527565906776867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/8260527565906776867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2011/12/dilema-invertido-com-pedido-de-ajuda.html' title='dilema invertido (com pedido de ajuda)'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-7033980185191930202</id><published>2011-12-15T20:29:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-15T20:38:45.958Z</updated><title type='text'>hello again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Decidi visitar o blogue, ignorando a vergonha que tenho por ter desistido dele, só porque estava num trabalho de &lt;i&gt;merda&lt;/i&gt; e a vida não me corria de feição. Na altura, havia três opções: escrever sobre algo que não sentia; escrever textos deprimentes, cujo tema seria sempre em torno da frustração; não escrever, de todo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pois, acabei por escolher a terceira opção e, aos poucos, fui-me desligando deste espaço que me acolheu a mim e ao que para aqui vai dentro, durante tanto tempo. Nunca fui de desistir, mas é tão fácil fazê-lo quando, na nossa vida, não há nada que nos prenda...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cheguei aqui, agora, e dei por mim a reler o último &lt;i&gt;post&lt;/i&gt; e a pensar: "Credo! Eu estava assim tão desanimada e em tão pouco tempo?" Bem, ao que parece, estava. Contudo, parece-me ridículo agora. Não porque a minha vida deu uma volta de 180º, mas porque encontrei coragem para começar a dar a tal volta, grau a grau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meu deus! Nem me reconheci naquelas palavras! E as saudades que tive disto?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-7033980185191930202?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/7033980185191930202/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=7033980185191930202&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/7033980185191930202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/7033980185191930202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2011/12/hello-again.html' title='hello again'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-8398399103666533513</id><published>2011-09-15T17:16:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T17:26:34.030+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faculdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trabalho'/><title type='text'>GPS off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Já lá vai mais de um mês, desde a última vez que escrevi aqui. Bem, este é o meu primeiro &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;desde então, e é também o meu primeiro &lt;i&gt;post&lt;/i&gt;, enquanto licenciada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este é o &lt;i&gt;post&lt;/i&gt; em que vos digo que, por muito que nos incentivem a sermos optimistas e a acreditarmos que, um dia, chegaremos lá, não é tão fácil como parece. O que é que há de fácil numa fase em que, pela primeira vez, não há nada pré-definido, em relação ao que devemos fazer a seguir? O que é que há de fácil numa altura em que o mundo não está em condições para nos receber?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não, não é fácil. Não é fácil, aos vinte anos, começar a duvidar se a vida tem, de facto, algo de grandioso para nos oferecer; começar a sentir que estamos a perder tempo valioso, que não poderá ser recuperado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Até aqui, tudo se resumiu a uma &lt;i&gt;checklist&lt;/i&gt;, cujos os itens foram sendo marcados como completos. Feliz por cumprir o que me propus fazer, até aqui? Sem dúvida. Em pânico por não fazer ideia do que se segue? &lt;i&gt;Hell yeah&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-8398399103666533513?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/8398399103666533513/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=8398399103666533513&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/8398399103666533513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/8398399103666533513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2011/09/gps-off.html' title='GPS off'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-6804325237903860974</id><published>2011-07-26T01:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T01:13:48.295+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='streaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='séries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>drop dead diva (aka "de corpo e alma", para quem vê a sic)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2deepuncensored.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/dropdead1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 465px; height: 465px;" src="http://2deepuncensored.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/dropdead1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu andava a aguentar-me tão bem a ver isto na televisão, apenas dois episódios por semana e pronto... Mas não, não podia continuar a portar-me bem, tinha de ir ver se havia &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;streams&lt;/span&gt; disto, não era?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Pois era. Agora não consigo parar, não é? Pois é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mais alguém vê ou sou a única que ainda acha piada a este tipo de série?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-6804325237903860974?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/6804325237903860974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=6804325237903860974&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/6804325237903860974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/6804325237903860974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2011/07/drop-dead-diva-aka-de-corpo-e-alma-para.html' title='drop dead diva (aka &quot;de corpo e alma&quot;, para quem vê a sic)'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-5693617685332057824</id><published>2011-07-25T14:16:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T14:26:40.964+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transportes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desgraaçaaa'/><title type='text'>o meu passe apareceu! o meu passe apareceu! o meu passe apareceu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mts.pt/images/lisboa_viva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 146px;" src="http://www.mts.pt/images/lisboa_viva.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parece que tive sorte e quem o encontrou o entregou num balcão do metro. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não tivesse aparecido e tivesse de ir fazer outro, seria o 4.º, em menos de 3 anos, e o 2.º, devido a perda. (Sim, sou a campeã dos passes. -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agora era só não ser desempregada e era uma pessoa absolutamente feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-5693617685332057824?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/5693617685332057824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=5693617685332057824&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/5693617685332057824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/5693617685332057824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-meu-passe-apareceu-o-meu-passe.html' title='o meu passe apareceu! o meu passe apareceu! o meu passe apareceu!'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-4862097154396356081</id><published>2011-07-23T14:33:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T14:39:25.133+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emprego'/><title type='text'>descubra as diferenças</title><content type='html'>No site de empregos &lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;online:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ppQlBSoVGBg/TirOPX6xOVI/AAAAAAAABB4/RthuBFh7Q3E/s1600/emprego.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 513px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ppQlBSoVGBg/TirOPX6xOVI/AAAAAAAABB4/RthuBFh7Q3E/s400/emprego.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632541047494097234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No site da faculdade:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;SAÍDAS PROFISSIONAIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.iscsp.utl.pt/images/stories/Imagens_Editor/separador_txt_A.png" alt="separador_txt_A" height="8" width="671" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="padding-left: 30px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: "&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.iscsp.utl.pt/images/stories/Imagens_Editor/bullet_red.png" alt="bullet_red" height="10" width="10" /&gt; Órgãos de Comunicação Social nos organismos do Estado e outros;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="padding-left: 30px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: "&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.iscsp.utl.pt/images/stories/Imagens_Editor/bullet_red.png" alt="bullet_red" height="10" width="10" /&gt; Actividades de Marketing e Publicidade;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="padding-left: 30px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: "&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.iscsp.utl.pt/images/stories/Imagens_Editor/bullet_red.png" alt="bullet_red" height="10" width="10" /&gt; Serviços de Relações Públicas e em entidades e organismos públicos e privados;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="padding-left: 30px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: "&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.iscsp.utl.pt/images/stories/Imagens_Editor/bullet_red.png" alt="bullet_red" height="10" width="10" /&gt; Imprensa, Rádio e Televisão;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="padding-left: 30px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: "&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.iscsp.utl.pt/images/stories/Imagens_Editor/bullet_red.png" alt="bullet_red" height="10" width="10" /&gt; 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comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=4862097154396356081&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/4862097154396356081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/4862097154396356081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2011/07/descubra-as-diferencas.html' title='descubra as diferenças'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ppQlBSoVGBg/TirOPX6xOVI/AAAAAAAABB4/RthuBFh7Q3E/s72-c/emprego.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-5602387257244382889</id><published>2011-07-22T00:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T00:40:58.097+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogue'/><title type='text'>olha, três dígitos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bFcCanNLxV4/Tiiz1C1iMlI/AAAAAAAABBw/jsoXSSthsLg/s1600/seguidores.bmp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 193px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bFcCanNLxV4/Tiiz1C1iMlI/AAAAAAAABBw/jsoXSSthsLg/s400/seguidores.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631949057902654034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Obrigada a todos! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-5602387257244382889?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/5602387257244382889/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=5602387257244382889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/5602387257244382889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/5602387257244382889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2011/07/olha-tres-digitos.html' title='olha, três dígitos!'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bFcCanNLxV4/Tiiz1C1iMlI/AAAAAAAABBw/jsoXSSthsLg/s72-c/seguidores.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-2742893068934049654</id><published>2011-07-19T20:26:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T21:22:57.837+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estágio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trabalho'/><title type='text'>sobre a minha primeira entrevista para estágio</title><content type='html'>* A minha maior preocupação era o que vestir (típico!) e um dos que me entrevistou estava vestido de preto dos pés à cabeça, com botas pretas de atacadores, até ao joelho (gostaram da visão?);&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Vim de lá a desejar não ficar e a planear desculpas para rejeitar, caso me seleccionassem;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Perdi o passe à vinda para casa dentro do metro (&lt;i&gt;yes&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;i&gt;).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh happy day...!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-2742893068934049654?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/2742893068934049654/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=2742893068934049654&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/2742893068934049654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/2742893068934049654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2011/07/sobre-minha-primeira-entrevista-para.html' title='sobre a minha primeira entrevista para estágio'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-5925420921758902173</id><published>2011-07-17T02:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T02:27:32.206+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='família'/><title type='text'>lembrei-me agora que</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esta semana, a minha mãe ligou-me para me comunicar que eu ia sair do agregado familiar e passar a constar sozinha na papelada, por minha conta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nunca me ocorreu que ser licenciada equivaleria a passar a ser orfã e filha única. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-5925420921758902173?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/5925420921758902173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=5925420921758902173&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/5925420921758902173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>things to love about Lisbon</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://rcbp.dglb.pt/pt/agenda/PublishingImages/BM%20Lisboa-logo.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 111px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Onde, aparentemente, se encontra tudo, onde os funcionários são os mais simpáticos e prestáveis do mundo, onde sabe bem estar em silêncio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O meu final de licenciatura levou-me a conhecer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://blx.cm-lisboa.pt/fotos/gca/belem_2_200x_12311355544c778a73546b4.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " src="http://blx.cm-lisboa.pt/fotos/gca/belem_2_200x_12311355544c778a73546b4.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Biblioteca Municipal de Belém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://blx.cm-lisboa.pt/fotos/gca/1147341741bmcamoes_mini.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://blx.cm-lisboa.pt/fotos/gca/1147341741bmcamoes_mini.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Biblioteca Municipal Camões&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Perto do Bairro Alto)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.josesaramago.org/images/Noticias/500_2_galveias_tolstoi.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://www.josesaramago.org/images/Noticias/500_2_galveias_tolstoi.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Biblioteca Municipal Central - Palácio de Galveias &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Campo Pequeno)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://blx.cm-lisboa.pt/fotos/gca/1147342828bmorlando_mini.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://blx.cm-lisboa.pt/fotos/gca/1147342828bmorlando_mini.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Biblioteca Municipal Orlando Ribeiro (Telheiras)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só lamento tê-las conhecido tão tarde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;PS: Também fui algumas vezes à Hemeroteca, mas é sítio de que tento fugir e que contradiz tudo o que disse sobre as restantes bibliotecas. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7857344902206591285-4049328538864426804?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/4049328538864426804/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=4049328538864426804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/4049328538864426804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/4049328538864426804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2011/07/things-to-love-about-lisbon.html' title='things to love about Lisbon'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-7731941459038252914</id><published>2011-07-10T01:53:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T02:15:28.847+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faculdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tese'/><title type='text'>fim-de-semana nonstop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Imaginem a seguinte situação:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vocês estão em pânico porque só vos restam 12 dias para terminar a vossa tese de licenciatura. Têm, ainda, todos os dados do trabalho feito no 2.º Semestre para apresentar e analisar, o que envolve fazer belos gráficos e tabelas e cálculos e comentários eloquentes. Como não conseguiram terminar tudo a tempo da época de defesa de Julho, só vos resta esperar pela de Setembro, para serem finalmente licenciados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De repente, dão-vos a possibilidade de defenderem em Julho, mesmo não tendo cumprido os prazos para tal. O reverso da moeda é que dispõem apenas de 2 dias para fazer aquilo que já morriam de medo de não serem capazes de fazer em 12. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pegavam ou largavam?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HdRG11Ti36I/Thj8CF2BWPI/AAAAAAAABBg/9GDF9Tj1dv0/s320/printscreen_capa.bmp" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627524847258130674" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bem, loucamente ou não, peguei. Tenho até amanhã à noite para despachar tudo e rezar aos santinhos para que esteja suficientemente bom para poder defender já. Ainda tenho 60 questionários para analisar, por isso &lt;i&gt;wish me luck&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-7731941459038252914?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/7731941459038252914/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=7731941459038252914&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/7731941459038252914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/7731941459038252914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2011/07/fim-de-semana-nonstop.html' title='fim-de-semana nonstop'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HdRG11Ti36I/Thj8CF2BWPI/AAAAAAAABBg/9GDF9Tj1dv0/s72-c/printscreen_capa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-830119312552396780</id><published>2011-07-07T20:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T20:49:45.361+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aprovado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimus alive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concertos'/><title type='text'>ontem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/U8gKurTsrlQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...foi genial! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoje volto à vida real, onde tenho uma tese para acabar e uma casa para arrumar. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-830119312552396780?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/830119312552396780/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=830119312552396780&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/830119312552396780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/830119312552396780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2011/07/ontem.html' title='ontem...'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/U8gKurTsrlQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-4314568291336372926</id><published>2011-07-06T00:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T00:13:26.052+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passatempos'/><title type='text'>amanhã</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSHPiYVXprA544g1Ogt3SZTTO_wTeV9lk4K5PMzqP-zjZANlf01Ww" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 211px;" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSHPiYVXprA544g1Ogt3SZTTO_wTeV9lk4K5PMzqP-zjZANlf01Ww" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pelo o segundo ano consecutivo, &lt;i&gt;sponsored by &lt;/i&gt;Lipton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-4314568291336372926?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/4314568291336372926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=4314568291336372926&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/4314568291336372926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/4314568291336372926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2011/07/amanha.html' title='amanhã'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-6802776591169327336</id><published>2011-07-04T04:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T04:34:41.277+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faculdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exames'/><title type='text'>rezem por mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;São quatro e meia da manhã e eu ainda a pé. Daqui a algumas horas, tenho aquele que (&lt;i&gt;fingers crossed&lt;/i&gt;) espero ser o meu último exame da licenciatura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estou a estudar desde 5.ª feira (com muita ronha pelo meio - óbvio!) e, mesmo assim, pouca matéria retive na cabeça. Por isso, venho apelar às vossas preces, para que todos nos unamos, no sentido de contribuir para que eu não fique com a minha designação de "Dra." pendurada, por uma estúpida cadeira de Sociologia Política.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vamos lá, então: Avé Maria...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-6802776591169327336?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/6802776591169327336/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=6802776591169327336&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/6802776591169327336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/6802776591169327336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2011/07/rezem-por-mim.html' title='rezem por mim'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-4968643528966455738</id><published>2011-07-03T01:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T01:36:13.231+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estudo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saldos'/><title type='text'>dos saldos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://aeiou.expresso.pt/imv/0/197/669/3b740104.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 154px;" src="http://aeiou.expresso.pt/imv/0/197/669/3b740104.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aquilo que poderia ter sido uma verdadeira viagem terapêutica, foi uma enorme perda de tempo e energia. No que ao Colombo diz respeito, os saldos estão ainda muito, muito fraquinhos! A única coisa que me fez ficar em estado &lt;i&gt;vai-que-não-vai&lt;/i&gt; foi mesmo um &lt;i&gt;trench coat &lt;/i&gt;da Stradivarius. Não sou de comprar em modo "investimento para o futuro", mas talvez ainda volte lá e lhe dê uma nova morada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas enfim, lá deixei eu em espera Sociologia Política (uuuuhhh que pena!), durante várias horas, para voltar para casa apenas com sacos do continente. Ainda sou do tempo em que os saldos eram o momento mais aguardado do ano...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-4968643528966455738?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/4968643528966455738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=4968643528966455738&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/4968643528966455738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/4968643528966455738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2011/07/dos-saldos.html' title='dos saldos'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-8390666721746618811</id><published>2011-07-01T22:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T22:10:31.491+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tentação'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gastronomia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='televisão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='programas'/><title type='text'>será que é possível...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mECzynzRFN4/Ta3D_HVeMrI/AAAAAAAAG10/s1Yf_mBDuJM/s320/MasterChef.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mECzynzRFN4/Ta3D_HVeMrI/AAAAAAAAG10/s1Yf_mBDuJM/s320/MasterChef.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...assistir a programas como "Master Chef" e outros que tal, sem sentir uma espécie de força que nos impele a dirigirmo-nos à cozinha e agarrarmos tudo o que pudermos para comer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cheguei à conclusão que, para evitar quer o sofrimento quer o remorso, a única solução é ver este tipo de programas à hora da refeição, que sempre nos podemos desforrar com o prato que temos à frente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É de mim o problema?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-8390666721746618811?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/8390666721746618811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=8390666721746618811&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/8390666721746618811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/8390666721746618811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2011/07/sera-que-e-possivel.html' title='será que é possível...'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mECzynzRFN4/Ta3D_HVeMrI/AAAAAAAAG10/s1Yf_mBDuJM/s72-c/MasterChef.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-4814023077643990609</id><published>2011-06-28T17:25:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T17:35:58.562+01:00</updated><title type='text'>cortar amarras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sportins.zip.net/images/corda-bamba.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 280px;" src="http://sportins.zip.net/images/corda-bamba.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não, não se passa nada de errado na tua vida. A única coisa que está mal é mesmo a tua falta de habilidade para tomares conta dela, por isso, não queiras convencer-me de que és vítima de uma espécie de conspiração cósmica invisível, não queiras fazer-me sentir pena ou compreender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há um certo ponto a que todos, de uma maneira ou de outra, acabam por chegar. É o ponto em que se cortam as cordas de segurança e se abraça o desafio de ser adulto e autónomo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As minhas, porque, se calhar, a verdadeira vítima dessa tal conspiração, afinal, sou eu, foram cortados há muito e, hoje, domino, na perfeição, a arte de me lançar sobre o arame e caminhar firmemente sobre ele. Devias livrar-te das tuas e dessa mania irritante de achares que estás sempre em desvantagem, perante o resto do mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por ti. Por todos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-4814023077643990609?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/4814023077643990609/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=4814023077643990609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/4814023077643990609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/4814023077643990609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2011/06/cortar-amarras.html' title='cortar amarras'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-6895521857914096437</id><published>2011-06-28T03:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T03:56:28.800+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faculdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curso'/><title type='text'>e, no sábado, foi assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CcK-adPqtrg/TglBDgyOpTI/AAAAAAAABBI/0HPwKcoeWDY/s1600/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2Bben%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A2o.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CcK-adPqtrg/TglBDgyOpTI/AAAAAAAABBI/0HPwKcoeWDY/s320/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2Bben%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A2o.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623097138344797490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Mais um sinal que anuncia o final do meu curso e, pelo menos para já, da minha vida de estudante; mais um sinal de que o tempo não pára de correr e nós não temos outro remédio senão acompanhá-lo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Os últimos meses têm sido um teste à minha resistência, determinação e paixão por aquilo que estou a estudar. Não é fácil ver-me forçada a abdicar de coisas (momentos, pessoas...) que costumam fazer parte da minha rotina, deixar de ter tempo e conteúdo para alimentar este meu pobre blogue e o gosto que tenho pela escrita, por exemplo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;No entanto, sinto que fiz as escolhas certas, que vivi estes três anos da melhor forma possível e que conheci pessoas que valem, realmente, a pena. Adorava saber que toda a gente foi/é/será tão feliz na faculdade como eu fui!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Agora, resta-me dedicar-me ao que falta da minha tese e esperar que o futuro não seja tão cinzento como todos me tentam fazer crer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-6895521857914096437?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/6895521857914096437/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=6895521857914096437&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/6895521857914096437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/6895521857914096437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-no-sabado-foi-assim.html' title='e, no sábado, foi assim'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CcK-adPqtrg/TglBDgyOpTI/AAAAAAAABBI/0HPwKcoeWDY/s72-c/C%25C3%25B3pia%2Bde%2Bben%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A2o.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-5397386149144116779</id><published>2011-06-24T16:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T16:05:17.584+01:00</updated><title type='text'>crónicas de um final de licenciatura #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amanhã benzo as fitas e hoje já ando de lágrima à espreita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-5397386149144116779?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/5397386149144116779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=5397386149144116779&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/5397386149144116779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/5397386149144116779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2011/06/cronicas-de-um-final-de-licenciatura-3.html' title='crónicas de um final de licenciatura #3'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-727364409761532271</id><published>2011-05-28T14:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T14:22:53.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'>crónicas de um final de licenciatura #2</title><content type='html'>Olá!&lt;div&gt;O meu nome é Sara, sou finalista e deixei de ter tempo para escrever no meu blogue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-727364409761532271?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/727364409761532271/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=727364409761532271&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/727364409761532271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/727364409761532271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2011/05/cronicas-de-um-final-de-licenciatura-2.html' title='crónicas de um final de licenciatura #2'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-2844499841023548851</id><published>2011-04-22T16:13:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:30:10.850+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faculdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finalista'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curso'/><title type='text'>crónicas de um final de licenciatura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A poucos meses - espero - de acabar o curso, instalam-se as dúvidas e ansiedades. Por um lado, parece que surge uma campainha dentro da minha cabeça a lembrar-me da importância de fazer tudo bem e à primeira, para que o curso seja terminado no tempo certo; por &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://silviavermelho.com.sapo.pt/fitas_iscsp.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 107px;" src="http://silviavermelho.com.sapo.pt/fitas_iscsp.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;outro, levantam-se questões, relativas ao futuro, que nunca antes tinham merecido tanta atenção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sou uma miúda, a verdade é essa, e preparo-me para entrar na vida "de gente grande", da autonomia e responsabilidade totais, da procura de emprego, da construção (utópica, dizem) de uma carreira, dentro da minha área de formação. Estágio no Verão? Procurar já trabalho, independentemente da área? Mestrado em Setembro? Deixar de estudar por uns tempos e depois retomar? Meu deus! Tantas perguntas e tão poucas respostas!&lt;br /&gt;Certo é que, nesta correria de trabalhos, misturada com a entrega desenfreada de fitas de finalista e com a família já a pensar em festas para comemorar a minha licenciatura, a pressão é enorme. A vantagem é que nasceu em mim uma motivação extra para trabalhar e, embora me sinta atrasada e desorientada, não me tem custado absolutamente nada "perder" horas a pesquisar, a escrever artigos e até a trabalhar no projecto de final de curso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acho que estou a ficar crescida e esta é uma sensação agridoce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-2844499841023548851?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/2844499841023548851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=2844499841023548851&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/2844499841023548851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/2844499841023548851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2011/04/cronicas-de-um-final-de-licenciatura.html' title='crónicas de um final de licenciatura'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-1505589718800917420</id><published>2011-04-20T04:34:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T05:00:37.489+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='séries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faculdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trabalhos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='férias'/><title type='text'>catching up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Já fazia falta um daqueles dias que se estendem até quase de manhã, para misturar bibliotecas e trabalhos da faculdade, actualização nas séries favoritas e leitura de blogues. Não fosse a insónia que me deu, talvez não conseguisse fazer o &lt;i&gt;update&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;blogosférico&lt;/i&gt;, mas a menina teimou em vir dizer olá e eu não me fiz rogada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Portanto, o meu &lt;i&gt;blogroll&lt;/i&gt; foi corrido de uma ponta à outra e três das minhas quatro séries estão vistas até ao último episódio de que há &lt;i&gt;streami&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;ng&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Gossip Girl&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;i&gt; Pretty Little Liars &lt;/i&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;90210,&lt;/i&gt; respectivamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.best-cine.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/90210-poster.jpg" style="text-align: center;float: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px; " border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://beritabaru.org/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/gossip-girl1.jpg" style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px; " border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.haynato.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/Pretty-Little-Liars.jpg" style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px; " border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ainda com uma temporada quase inteira por ver, que me há de ocupar o período de espera por episódios novos das outras três, está o &lt;i&gt;Greek.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://dicaseries.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/greek_logo.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E por aí, o que é que se vê?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-1505589718800917420?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/1505589718800917420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=1505589718800917420&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/1505589718800917420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/1505589718800917420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2011/04/catching-up.html' title='catching up'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-2612578591295244449</id><published>2011-04-16T18:22:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T04:56:25.214+01:00</updated><title type='text'>quisémos, sonhámos e a obra nasceu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OYQJfR5T2FM/TanUTChAHyI/AAAAAAAABAI/bLZLtxFNcHY/s1600/tela_ENECC.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 175px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OYQJfR5T2FM/TanUTChAHyI/AAAAAAAABAI/bLZLtxFNcHY/s320/tela_ENECC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596237435542445858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Éramos nós contra o resto do mundo: ninguém acreditou, ninguém levou a sério, ninguém se quis comprometer. Foi uma batalha travada, do primeiro ao último minuto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas já não interessa, nada disso interessa. Agora olhamos para trás com o orgulho a encher-nos o peito, com a obra que construímos quase sozinhos erguida e bem sólida.&lt;br /&gt;O nosso sonho aconteceu, demos-lhe vida. O nosso sonho, que era demasiado ambicioso e irrealista, tornou-se realidade e fez história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nós fomos os primeiros e atirámo-nos de cabeça para algo em que só nós víamos potencial. E não nos magoámos, não nos arrependemos, não vacilámos.&lt;br /&gt;É bom, é inspirador saber que, ao contrário daquilo que se vai sistematizando na cabeça da maioria, é possível fazer mais, fazer diferente, pensar e sonhar alto.&lt;br /&gt;E, de agora em diante, vou encarar tudo de outra maneira, sem pensar em baixar os braços, logo à partida, sem achar que não posso ser tão ambiciosa.&lt;br /&gt;Não me venham vender "gerações à rasca" e outras tretas que tal, porque eu não quero nem vou comprar. Levantem-se, em vez disso, desse sofá comodista, arregacem as mangas e deitem mãos ao trabalho, à procura, à luta, àquilo que quiserem.&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, de que vale ser jovem, se se pensa e age já como um velho reformado?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-2612578591295244449?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/2612578591295244449/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=2612578591295244449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/2612578591295244449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/2612578591295244449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2011/04/quisemos-sonhamos-e-obra-nasceu.html' title='quisémos, sonhámos e a obra nasceu'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OYQJfR5T2FM/TanUTChAHyI/AAAAAAAABAI/bLZLtxFNcHY/s72-c/tela_ENECC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-8286571903888438138</id><published>2011-03-24T21:24:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-03-29T09:38:29.179+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transportes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portugal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='país'/><title type='text'>das greves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img0.rtp.pt/icm//thumb/phpThumb.php?src=/noticias/images/3a/3ab3afea1dfc5af1683178bc38ebd3b2_N.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img0.rtp.pt/icm//thumb/phpThumb.php?src=/noticias/images/3a/3ab3afea1dfc5af1683178bc38ebd3b2_N.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Alguem me explique, por favor, o que é que passa na cabeça dos funcionários da Carris, CP e afins, quando decidem fazer greve. É que não percebo qual é o raciocínio que eles fazem e os leva a crer que vão conseguir melhorias através deste meio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Senão vejamos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;* A greve afecta os utentes dos transportes e a sua vida, não as entidades empregadoras. E até podem usar o argumento "mas assim os utentes vingam-se nas empresas de transportes e elas é que perdem"... errado! Eu não vou deixar de andar de autocarro só porque eles fazem greve, até porque não tenho outra alternativa e tudo isto s&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14px;font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me faz ter raiva das pessoas que têm este tipo de mentalidade;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;* A greve afecta o meio ambiente, o que, em última instância pode até vir a virar-se contra os próprios que a fazem;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;* A greve traz despesas extra e outros problemas que tal para toda a gente;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;* Etc. etc. etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Mas, afinal, o que raio é que lhes passa pela cabeça?! Sou eu que estou a pensar mal?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-8286571903888438138?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/8286571903888438138/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=8286571903888438138&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/8286571903888438138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/8286571903888438138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2011/03/das-greves.html' title='das greves'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-3475073263943270824</id><published>2011-03-13T23:10:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-03-13T23:29:29.228Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tempo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carnaval'/><title type='text'>it's been a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As 24h dos meus dias têm sido tão preenchidas que dou por mim a escrever textos mentalmente, como que para compensar a falta de tempo para escrevê-los aqui no blogue. É incrível como um banco meio gasto, num autocarro atolado de gente e de cheiros, pode ser tão inspirador!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que tenho, algures na minha cabeça, uma espécie de livro de crónicas, daquelas que metem muitas pessoas diferentes, conhecidas ou não, e muitas situações aparentemente banais e desinteressantes. Espero vir a ter tempo para lhe dar outro tipo de casa, ainda que virtual, eventualmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto, falta de tempo leva a desleixe e a adiar constantemente o início da prática de uma qualquer versão rasca de desporto. Vai-se a ver e dou por mim assim e sem ser no Carnaval...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oPuKgqOZxLA/TX1S8NJcP0I/AAAAAAAAA_g/kKmcPDOmxhg/s1600/carnavalBL.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 144px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oPuKgqOZxLA/TX1S8NJcP0I/AAAAAAAAA_g/kKmcPDOmxhg/s400/carnavalBL.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583710307284172610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Carnaval da Benedita - 07.03.2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-3475073263943270824?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/3475073263943270824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=3475073263943270824&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/3475073263943270824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/3475073263943270824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-been-while.html' title='it&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oPuKgqOZxLA/TX1S8NJcP0I/AAAAAAAAA_g/kKmcPDOmxhg/s72-c/carnavalBL.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-5587709681610902128</id><published>2011-02-27T01:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-27T01:38:10.878Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oscares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palpites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>Óscares 2011 - previsões/escolhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pronto, como previsto, não consegui  ver todos os filmes nomeados, fiquei-me pelos 21. Mas vi muito bons  filmes e terei, com certeza, oportunidade de ver os restantes noutra  altura.&lt;br /&gt;Embora não seja grande entendida em cinema, vou deixar as  minhas apostas relativamente aos vencedores, nas categorias em que me  sinto capaz de opinar. É uma mistura entre o que eu escolheria e o que  eu acho que será escolhido. Então...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Actor Principal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ora aqui está a categoria em que estou mais dividida. Cheira-me que ganha o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Colin Firth &lt;/span&gt;("The King's Speech"), mas ficava contente com o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Javier Bardem &lt;/span&gt;("Biutiful") ou o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesse Eisenberg&lt;/span&gt; ("The Social Network").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Actor Secundário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Geoffrey Rush &lt;/span&gt;("The  King's Speech")  era, desde o início, a minha aposta. Contudo, depois  de ver o "The Fighter", vi.me forçada a mudar de ideias. Estou a torcer  pelo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christian Bale&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTGsDNQm3JahSW_gGgO3D9T-1rzUmACBSq1Cf3nj9uaDiklO3efhQ"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTGsDNQm3JahSW_gGgO3D9T-1rzUmACBSq1Cf3nj9uaDiklO3efhQ" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Actriz Principal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem dúvida e desde sempre, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natalie Portman&lt;/span&gt; ("The Black Swan"). Se não vencer, fico realmente chocada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Actriz Secundária&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gostava, talvez também pela idade da moça, que a vencedora fosse a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hailee Steinfeld&lt;/span&gt; ("True Grit"). Se fosse a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Melissa Leo&lt;/span&gt; ("The Fighter") também ficava contente e é, até, provável que seja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Filme de Animação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Devia ter visto "The Illusionist", podia ser que viesse a apontar esse. Nenhum dos outros dois me «encheu as medidas».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Filme Estrangeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Só vi o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Biutiful"&lt;/span&gt; e adorei. Embora não tenha com que comparar, parece-me um bom vencedor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Canção Original&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A única que me chamou a atenção foi a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I See the Light"&lt;/span&gt;, do "Tangled". Talvez isso queira dizer alguma coisa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Melhor Filme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cheira-me que vai ganhar &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The King's Speech"&lt;/span&gt;, mas, se fosse eu a escolher, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The Black Swan"&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for sure&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E pronto, provavelmente vai sair tudo ao lado e eu nem percebo nada disto. Vamos ver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mas  o que é certo é que esta história dos Óscares continua a  entusiasmar-me, ano após ano, e a aguçar a minha vontade de ver bons  filmes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-5587709681610902128?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/5587709681610902128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=5587709681610902128&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/5587709681610902128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/5587709681610902128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2011/02/oscares-2011-previsoesescolhas.html' title='Óscares 2011 - previsões/escolhas'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-6211076020233541171</id><published>2011-02-19T16:27:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-02-20T03:27:37.184Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>matemática aplicada à existência humana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nec2.org/part_1/equation15.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Queria falar-te de equações. Sabes o que são? Então eu explico-te: equações são letras e números que contam histórias. Essas letras e esses números represe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ntam pessoas, acontecimentos, locais e os sinais (de menos, mais, etc.) representam as acções ou circunstâncias que rodeiam os intervenientes na equação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há bem pouco tempo atrás, pensei repetidamente na minha equação. Não porque fosse difícil de compreender, mas porque parecia impossível de alterar. Aquilo era um emaranhado de sinais negativos e nem um sinal de multiplicar havia, para transformar o total em algo positivo.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nec2.org/part_1/equation15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 185px;" src="http://www.nec2.org/part_1/equation15.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havia muitas letras diferentes, sabiamente baptizadas de incógnitas, e não sabia onde arrumá-las, se devia promover alguma operação que as fizesse desaparecer da equação ou, quiçá, se devia colocar alguma em evidência. A verdade é que minha equação já andava neste estado há imenso tempo: embora as letras mudassem, o resultado acabava por não variar muito.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, houve uma incógnita que decidiu tentar pôr-se em evidência e, uma vez que não me opus, ela assim o fez. Foi então que, de repente, pude ver a equação com outros olhos, com um resultado completamente diferente e muito mais do meu agrado. Não que tivessem desaparecido os sinais negativos, mas bastou aquela alteração para eu conseguir ignorá-los.&lt;br /&gt;Os números e as letras passaram a contar uma história completamente nova e eu passei a simpatizar muito mais com equações. É que, no final de contas, tudo se resume à forma como encaixamos os vários elementos, ao destaque que lhes damos e ao tempo que lhes dedicamos. Mas, infelizmente, nem todos temos talento para a matemática...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-6211076020233541171?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/6211076020233541171/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=6211076020233541171&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/6211076020233541171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/6211076020233541171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2011/02/matematica-aplicada-existencia-humana.html' title='matemática aplicada à existência humana'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-6952099638769057112</id><published>2011-02-12T03:42:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-12T03:47:44.825Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faculdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trabalhos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tecnologia'/><title type='text'>Switch off cyberbullying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IQHIkcaL2K4" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em jeitos de despedida do 1.º Semestre (estou de fériaaas!!), aqui fica um dos trabalhos que me roubaram grande parte da minha vida social e sanidade mental, nos últimos meses. Já vos disse que estou de férias?! Não?! Estou de fériaaas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-6952099638769057112?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/6952099638769057112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=6952099638769057112&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/6952099638769057112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/6952099638769057112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2011/02/switch-off-cyberbullying.html' title='Switch off cyberbullying'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/IQHIkcaL2K4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-8768833331953685255</id><published>2011-02-10T23:54:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-02-26T19:19:24.974Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oscares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>Em estágio para os Óscares #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Assim muito, muito a correr, só para actualizar. Tenho um Projecto de Seminário para terminar e não me dá muito jeito chumbar o ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Super indecisa em relação ao melhor actor em papel principal, com o palpite de que o Geoffrey Rush arrecada o de secundário (mas ainda não vi o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Fighter&lt;/span&gt;!!) e a torcer pela pequena Hailee Steinfeld, na categoria de actriz secundária, que gostei tanto de vê-la. Mantenho a aposta na Natalie Portman, obviamente, até porque quanto mais tempo passa mais gosto do filme que ela protagonizou.&lt;br /&gt;Eis o ponto da situação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTGsDNQm3JahSW_gGgO3D9T-1rzUmACBSq1Cf3nj9uaDiklO3efhQ"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTGsDNQm3JahSW_gGgO3D9T-1rzUmACBSq1Cf3nj9uaDiklO3efhQ" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOMEADOS ÓSCARES 2011:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Actor in a Leading Role&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    Javier Bardem in “Biutiful”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    Jeff Bridges in “True Grit”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    Jesse Eisenberg in “The Social Network”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    Colin Firth in “The King's Speech”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    James Franco in “127 Hours”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Actor in a Supporting Role&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    Christian Bale in “The Fighter”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    John Hawkes in “Winter's Bone”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    Jeremy Renner in “The Town”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    Mark Ruffalo in “The Kids Are All Right”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    Geoffrey Rush in “The King's Speech”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Actress in a Leading Role&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    Annette Bening in “The Kids Are All Right”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;    Nicole Kidman in “Rabbit Hole”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    Jennifer Lawrence in “Winter's Bone”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    Natalie Portman in “Black Swan”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    Michelle Williams in “Blue Valentine”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Actress in a Supporting Role&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    Amy Adams in “The Fighter”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    Helena Bonham Carter in “The King's Speech”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    Melissa Leo in “The Fighter”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    Hailee Steinfeld in “True Grit”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    Jacki Weaver in “Animal Kingdom”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Animated Feature Film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “How to Train Your Dragon” Chris Sanders and Dean DeBlois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “The Illusionist” Sylvain Chomet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Toy Story 3” Lee Unkrich &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Art Direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Alice in Wonderland”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Production Design: Robert Stromberg; Set Decoration: Karen O'Hara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Production Design: Stuart Craig; Set Decoration: Stephenie McMillan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Inception” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Production Design: Guy Hendrix Dyas; Set Decoration: Larry Dias and Doug Mowat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The King's Speech” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Production Design: Eve Stewart; Set Decoration: Judy Farr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “True Grit”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Production Design: Jess Gonchor; Set Decoration: Nancy Haigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cinematography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Black Swan” Matthew Libatique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Inception” Wally Pfister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The King's Speech” Danny Cohen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The Social Network” Jeff Cronenweth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “True Grit” Roger Deakins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Costume Design&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Alice in Wonderland” Colleen Atwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “I Am Love” Antonella Cannarozzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The King's Speech” Jenny Beavan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “The Tempest” Sandy Powell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “True Grit” Mary Zophres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Directing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Black Swan” Darren Aronofsky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The Fighter” David O. Russell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The King's Speech” Tom Hooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The Social Network” David Fincher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “True Grit” Joel Coen and Ethan Coen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Film Editing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Black Swan” Andrew Weisblum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The Fighter” Pamela Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The King's Speech” Tariq Anwar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “127 Hours” Jon Harris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The Social Network” Angus Wall and Kirk Baxter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foreign Language Film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Biutiful” Mexico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “Dogtooth” Greece&lt;br /&gt;•    “In a Better World” Denmark&lt;br /&gt;•    “Incendies” Canada&lt;br /&gt;•    “Outside the Law (Hors-la-loi)” Algeria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music (Original Score)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “How to Train Your Dragon” John Powell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Inception” Hans Zimmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The King's Speech” Alexandre Desplat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “127 Hours” A.R. Rahman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The Social Network” Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music (Original Song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “Coming Home” from “Country Strong” Music and Lyric by Tom Douglas, Troy Verges and Hillary Lindsey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “I See the Light” from “Tangled” Music by Alan Menken Lyric by Glenn Slater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “If I Rise” from “127 Hours” Music by A.R. Rahman Lyric by Dido and Rollo Armstrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “We Belong Together” from “Toy Story 3" Music and Lyric by Randy Newman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Black Swan” Mike Medavoy, Brian Oliver and Scott Franklin, Producers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The Fighter” David Hoberman, Todd Lieberman and Mark Wahlberg, Producers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Inception” Emma Thomas and Christopher Nolan, Producers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The Kids Are All Right” Gary Gilbert, Jeffrey Levy-Hinte and Celine Rattray, Producers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The King's Speech” Iain Canning, Emile Sherman and Gareth Unwin, Producers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “127 Hours” Christian Colson, Danny Boyle and John Smithson, Producers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The Social Network” Scott Rudin, Dana Brunetti, Michael De Luca and Ceán Chaffin, Producers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Toy Story 3” Darla K. Anderson, Producer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “True Grit” Scott Rudin, Ethan Coen and Joel Coen, Producers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Winter's Bone" Anne Rosellini and Alix Madigan-Yorkin, Producers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sound Editing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Inception” Richard King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Toy Story 3” Tom Myers and Michael Silvers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “Tron: Legacy” Gwendolyn Yates Whittle and Addison Teague&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “True Grit” Skip Lievsay and Craig Berkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “Unstoppable” Mark P. Stoeckinger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sound Mixing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Inception” Lora Hirschberg, Gary A. Rizzo and Ed Novick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The King's Speech” Paul Hamblin, Martin Jensen and John Midgley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Salt” Jeffrey J. Haboush, Greg P. Russell, Scott Millan and William Sarokin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The Social Network” Ren Klyce, David Parker, Michael Semanick and Mark Weingarten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “True Grit” Skip Lievsay, Craig Berkey, Greg Orloff and Peter F. Kurland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Visual Effects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Alice in Wonderland” Ken Ralston, David Schaub, Carey Villegas and Sean Phillips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1” Tim Burke, John Richardson, Christian Manz and Nicolas Aithadi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Hereafter” Michael Owens, Bryan Grill, Stephan Trojansky and Joe Farrell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Inception” Paul Franklin, Chris Corbould, Andrew Lockley and Peter Bebb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “Iron Man 2” Janek Sirrs, Ben Snow, Ged Wright and Daniel Sudick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Writing (Adapted Screenplay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “127 Hours” Screenplay by Danny Boyle &amp;amp; Simon Beaufoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The Social Network” Screenplay by Aaron Sorkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Toy Story 3” Screenplay by Michael Arndt; Story by John Lasseter, Andrew Stanton and Lee Unkrich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “True Grit” Written for the screen by Joel Coen &amp;amp; Ethan Coen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Winter's Bone” Adapted for the screen by Debra Granik &amp;amp; Anne Rosellini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Writing (Original Screenplay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “Another Year” Written by Mike Leigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The Fighter” Screenplay by Scott Silver and Paul Tamasy &amp;amp; Eric Johnson;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Story by Keith Dorrington &amp;amp; Paul Tamasy &amp;amp; Eric Johnson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Inception” Written by Christopher Nolan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The Kids Are All Right” Written by Lisa Cholodenko &amp;amp; Stuart Blumberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The King's Speech” Screenplay by David Seidler &lt;/span&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/7857344902206591285-8768833331953685255?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/8768833331953685255/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=8768833331953685255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/8768833331953685255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/8768833331953685255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2011/02/em-estagio-para-os-oscares-3.html' title='Em estágio para os Óscares #3'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-5916501792083813845</id><published>2011-02-07T17:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-07T18:12:58.817Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='benfica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>ao sábado à tarde</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que nas estradas de Benfica há trânsito, já toda a gente sabe ou, pelo menos, calcula. Mas ao que realmente eu acho piada é ao trânsito nos passeios de Benfica, que consegue ser quase tão intenso como o outro.&lt;br /&gt;Ao sábado à tarde, não se anda nos passeios, passeia-se! Uns passos mais ritmados não se coadunam, destoam, ficam mal. Porque, ao sábado à tarde, os casais de idosos seguram na mão um do outro, enquanto dão passinhos curtos e hesitantes.&lt;br /&gt;E nós, cidadãos normais e desencantados, que se dirigem apenas ao supermercado, preocupados com o facto de não haver pão em casa, a princípio, tentamos furar ou contornar os que passeiam. Mas, pouco depois, é-nos impossível resistir ao encanto, não só de uma velhice pachorrenta partilhada daquela forma, mas também dos raios de sol, com cheiro a Primavera, que começam a bater-nos nos olhos.&lt;br /&gt;É então que damos por nós a deixar a pressa para depois, a abrandar a marcha e a passear também. Afinal, por algum motivo os baptizaram de passeios...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-5916501792083813845?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/5916501792083813845/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=5916501792083813845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/5916501792083813845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/5916501792083813845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2011/02/ao-sabado-tarde.html' title='ao sábado à tarde'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-1786848142249927385</id><published>2011-02-04T02:11:00.008Z</published><updated>2011-02-05T12:53:52.882Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oscares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>Em estágio para os Óscares #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Um bocadinho mais perto do objectivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Entretanto, fiquei em condições de apostar veemente na Natalie Portman para melhor actriz principal, já que não me parece que a Nicole Kidman me possa vir a surpreender tanto quanto ela.&lt;/span&gt; Das restantes categorias, ainda está tudo muito «empatado», vou ter de esperar para processar a informação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOMEADOS ÓSCARES 2011:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Actor in a Leading Role&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    Javier Bardem in “Biutiful”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    Jeff Bridges in “True Grit”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    Jesse Eisenberg in “The Social Network”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    Colin Firth in “The King's Speech”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    James Franco in “127 Hours”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Actor in a Supporting Role&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    Christian Bale in “The Fighter”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    John Hawkes in “Winter's Bone”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    Jeremy Renner in “The Town”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    Mark Ruffalo in “The Kids Are All Right”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    Geoffrey Rush in “The King's Speech”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Actress in a Leading Role&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    Annette Bening in “The Kids Are All Right”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    Nicole Kidman in “Rabbit Hole”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    Jennifer Lawrence in “Winter's Bone”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    Natalie Portman in “Black Swan”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    Michelle Williams in “Blue Valentine”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Actress in a Supporting Role&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    Amy Adams in “The Fighter”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    Helena Bonham Carter in “The King's Speech”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    Melissa Leo in “The Fighter”&lt;br /&gt;•    Hailee Steinfeld in “True Grit”&lt;br /&gt;•    Jacki Weaver in “Animal Kingdom”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Animated Feature Film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “How to Train Your Dragon” Chris Sanders and Dean DeBlois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “The Illusionist” Sylvain Chomet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Toy Story 3” Lee Unkrich &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Art Direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Alice in Wonderland”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Production Design: Robert Stromberg; Set Decoration: Karen O'Hara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Production Design: Stuart Craig; Set Decoration: Stephenie McMillan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Inception” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Production Design: Guy Hendrix Dyas; Set Decoration: Larry Dias and Doug Mowat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The King's Speech” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Production Design: Eve Stewart; Set Decoration: Judy Farr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “True Grit”&lt;br /&gt;Production Design: Jess Gonchor; Set Decoration: Nancy Haigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cinematography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Black Swan” Matthew Libatique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Inception” Wally Pfister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The King's Speech” Danny Cohen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The Social Network” Jeff Cronenweth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “True Grit” Roger Deakins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Costume Design&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Alice in Wonderland” Colleen Atwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “I Am Love” Antonella Cannarozzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The King's Speech” Jenny Beavan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “The Tempest” Sandy Powell&lt;br /&gt;•    “True Grit” Mary Zophres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Directing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Black Swan” Darren Aronofsky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “The Fighter” David O. Russell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The King's Speech” Tom Hooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The Social Network” David Fincher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “True Grit” Joel Coen and Ethan Coen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Film Editing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Black Swan” Andrew Weisblum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “The Fighter” Pamela Martin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The King's Speech” Tariq Anwar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “127 Hours” Jon Harris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The Social Network” Angus Wall and Kirk Baxter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foreign Language Film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Biutiful” Mexico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “Dogtooth” Greece&lt;br /&gt;•    “In a Better World” Denmark&lt;br /&gt;•    “Incendies” Canada&lt;br /&gt;•    “Outside the Law (Hors-la-loi)” Algeria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music (Original Score)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “How to Train Your Dragon” John Powell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Inception” Hans Zimmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The King's Speech” Alexandre Desplat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “127 Hours” A.R. Rahman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The Social Network” Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music (Original Song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “Coming Home” from “Country Strong” Music and Lyric by Tom Douglas, Troy Verges and Hillary Lindsey&lt;br /&gt;•    “I See the Light” from “Tangled” Music by Alan Menken Lyric by Glenn Slater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “If I Rise” from “127 Hours” Music by A.R. Rahman Lyric by Dido and Rollo Armstrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “We Belong Together” from “Toy Story 3" Music and Lyric by Randy Newman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Black Swan” Mike Medavoy, Brian Oliver and Scott Franklin, Producers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “The Fighter” David Hoberman, Todd Lieberman and Mark Wahlberg, Producers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Inception” Emma Thomas and Christopher Nolan, Producers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The Kids Are All Right” Gary Gilbert, Jeffrey Levy-Hinte and Celine Rattray, Producers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The King's Speech” Iain Canning, Emile Sherman and Gareth Unwin, Producers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “127 Hours” Christian Colson, Danny Boyle and John Smithson, Producers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The Social Network” Scott Rudin, Dana Brunetti, Michael De Luca and Ceán Chaffin, Producers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Toy Story 3” Darla K. Anderson, Producer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “True Grit” Scott Rudin, Ethan Coen and Joel Coen, Producers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Winter's Bone" Anne Rosellini and Alix Madigan-Yorkin, Producers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sound Editing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Inception” Richard King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Toy Story 3” Tom Myers and Michael Silvers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “Tron: Legacy” Gwendolyn Yates Whittle and Addison Teague&lt;br /&gt;•    “True Grit” Skip Lievsay and Craig Berkey&lt;br /&gt;•    “Unstoppable” Mark P. Stoeckinger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sound Mixing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Inception” Lora Hirschberg, Gary A. Rizzo and Ed Novick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The King's Speech” Paul Hamblin, Martin Jensen and John Midgley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “Salt” Jeffrey J. Haboush, Greg P. Russell, Scott Millan and William Sarokin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The Social Network” Ren Klyce, David Parker, Michael Semanick and Mark Weingarten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “True Grit” Skip Lievsay, Craig Berkey, Greg Orloff and Peter F. Kurland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Visual Effects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Alice in Wonderland” Ken Ralston, David Schaub, Carey Villegas and Sean Phillips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1” Tim Burke, John Richardson, Christian Manz and Nicolas Aithadi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Hereafter” Michael Owens, Bryan Grill, Stephan Trojansky and Joe Farrell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Inception” Paul Franklin, Chris Corbould, Andrew Lockley and Peter Bebb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “Iron Man 2” Janek Sirrs, Ben Snow, Ged Wright and Daniel Sudick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Writing (Adapted Screenplay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “127 Hours” Screenplay by Danny Boyle &amp;amp; Simon Beaufoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The Social Network” Screenplay by Aaron Sorkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Toy Story 3” Screenplay by Michael Arndt; Story by John Lasseter, Andrew Stanton and Lee Unkrich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “True Grit” Written for the screen by Joel Coen &amp;amp; Ethan Coen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Winter's Bone” Adapted for the screen by Debra Granik &amp;amp; Anne Rosellini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Writing (Original Screenplay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “Another Year” Written by Mike Leigh&lt;br /&gt;•    “The Fighter” Screenplay by Scott Silver and Paul Tamasy &amp;amp; Eric Johnson;&lt;br /&gt;Story by Keith Dorrington &amp;amp; Paul Tamasy &amp;amp; Eric Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Inception” Written by Christopher Nolan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The Kids Are All Right” Written by Lisa Cholodenko &amp;amp; Stuart Blumberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The King's Speech” Screenplay by David Seidler &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="overflow: hidden; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;color:transparent;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-1786848142249927385?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/1786848142249927385/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=1786848142249927385&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/1786848142249927385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/1786848142249927385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2011/02/em-estagio-para-os-oscares-2.html' title='Em estágio para os Óscares #2'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-7889503102004180962</id><published>2011-02-02T00:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-02T00:01:01.210Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aniversário'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogues'/><title type='text'>3 anos de palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSJxJpOx0q1GGX2qgUUF9raQpAMayNsA_OxmsO8fb3YYW7vCzd5Eg&amp;amp;t=1"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 233px;" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSJxJpOx0q1GGX2qgUUF9raQpAMayNsA_OxmsO8fb3YYW7vCzd5Eg&amp;amp;t=1" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns ao (meu) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não me perguntes porquê.&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-7889503102004180962?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/7889503102004180962/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=7889503102004180962&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/7889503102004180962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/7889503102004180962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2011/02/3-anos-de-palavras.html' title='3 anos de palavras'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-9137175130558734594</id><published>2011-01-31T09:01:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-02-01T23:11:02.124Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desafios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='óscares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>Em estágio para os Óscares</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_infC-4PSdZA/TUaCU4tTdBI/AAAAAAAAA9k/buKLM1y71Rg/s1600/%25C3%2593scares%2B2011.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_infC-4PSdZA/TUaCU4tTdBI/AAAAAAAAA9k/buKLM1y71Rg/s400/%25C3%2593scares%2B2011.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568281284621595666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Já lá vão uns dias, desde o último &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;. O tempo tem escasseado, mesmo não tendo aulas, e fica complicado tomar conta de tudo. Mas, entre o Projecto de Seminário, ainda por terminar, e um exame logo à tarde, tenho aproveitado grande parte do tempo-livre para ver filmes.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez ainda se recordem do &lt;a href="http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/03/ponto-da-situacao.html"&gt;desafio&lt;/a&gt; que coloquei a mim própria, no ano passado, pela altura dos Óscares. Bem, este ano, voltei a colocá-lo e, mais uma vez, venho partilhar o ponto da situação. Por enquanto, excluí da lista de filmes nomeados a ver os documentários e as curtas, mas será provável que, com a falta de tempo que tenho até à cerimónia, vá excluindo mais alguns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOMEADOS ÓSCARES 2011:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Actor in a Leading Role&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    Javier Bardem in “Biutiful”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    Jeff Bridges in “True Grit”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    Jesse Eisenberg in “The Social Network”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    Colin Firth in “The King's Speech”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    James Franco in “127 Hours”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Actor in a Supporting Role&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    Christian Bale in “The Fighter”&lt;br /&gt;•    John Hawkes in “Winter's Bone”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    Jeremy Renner in “The Town”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    Mark Ruffalo in “The Kids Are All Right”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    Geoffrey Rush in “The King's Speech”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Actress in a Leading Role&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    Annette Bening in “The Kids Are All Right”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    Nicole Kidman in “Rabbit Hole”&lt;br /&gt;•    Jennifer Lawrence in “Winter's Bone”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    Natalie Portman in “Black Swan”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    Michelle Williams in “Blue Valentine”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Actress in a Supporting Role&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    Amy Adams in “The Fighter”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    Helena Bonham Carter in “The King's Speech”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    Melissa Leo in “The Fighter”&lt;br /&gt;•    Hailee Steinfeld in “True Grit”&lt;br /&gt;•    Jacki Weaver in “Animal Kingdom”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Animated Feature Film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “How to Train Your Dragon” Chris Sanders and Dean DeBlois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “The Illusionist” Sylvain Chomet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Toy Story 3” Lee Unkrich &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Art Direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “Alice in Wonderland”&lt;br /&gt;Production Design: Robert Stromberg; Set Decoration: Karen O'Hara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Production Design: Stuart Craig; Set Decoration: Stephenie McMillan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Inception” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Production Design: Guy Hendrix Dyas; Set Decoration: Larry Dias and Doug Mowat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The King's Speech” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Production Design: Eve Stewart; Set Decoration: Judy Farr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “True Grit”&lt;br /&gt;Production Design: Jess Gonchor; Set Decoration: Nancy Haigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cinematography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Black Swan” Matthew Libatique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Inception” Wally Pfister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The King's Speech” Danny Cohen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The Social Network” Jeff Cronenweth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “True Grit” Roger Deakins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Costume Design&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “Alice in Wonderland” Colleen Atwood&lt;br /&gt;•    “I Am Love” Antonella Cannarozzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The King's Speech” Jenny Beavan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “The Tempest” Sandy Powell&lt;br /&gt;•    “True Grit” Mary Zophres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Directing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Black Swan” Darren Aronofsky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “The Fighter” David O. Russell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The King's Speech” Tom Hooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The Social Network” David Fincher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “True Grit” Joel Coen and Ethan Coen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Film Editing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Black Swan” Andrew Weisblum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “The Fighter” Pamela Martin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The King's Speech” Tariq Anwar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “127 Hours” Jon Harris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The Social Network” Angus Wall and Kirk Baxter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foreign Language Film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Biutiful” Mexico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “Dogtooth” Greece&lt;br /&gt;•    “In a Better World” Denmark&lt;br /&gt;•    “Incendies” Canada&lt;br /&gt;•    “Outside the Law (Hors-la-loi)” Algeria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music (Original Score)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “How to Train Your Dragon” John Powell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Inception” Hans Zimmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The King's Speech” Alexandre Desplat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “127 Hours” A.R. Rahman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The Social Network” Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music (Original Song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “Coming Home” from “Country Strong” Music and Lyric by Tom Douglas, Troy Verges and Hillary Lindsey&lt;br /&gt;•    “I See the Light” from “Tangled” Music by Alan Menken Lyric by Glenn Slater&lt;br /&gt;•    “If I Rise” from “127 Hours” Music by A.R. Rahman Lyric by Dido and Rollo Armstrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “We Belong Together” from “Toy Story 3" Music and Lyric by Randy Newman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Black Swan” Mike Medavoy, Brian Oliver and Scott Franklin, Producers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “The Fighter” David Hoberman, Todd Lieberman and Mark Wahlberg, Producers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Inception” Emma Thomas and Christopher Nolan, Producers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The Kids Are All Right” Gary Gilbert, Jeffrey Levy-Hinte and Celine Rattray, Producers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The King's Speech” Iain Canning, Emile Sherman and Gareth Unwin, Producers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “127 Hours” Christian Colson, Danny Boyle and John Smithson, Producers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The Social Network” Scott Rudin, Dana Brunetti, Michael De Luca and Ceán Chaffin, Producers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Toy Story 3” Darla K. Anderson, Producer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “True Grit” Scott Rudin, Ethan Coen and Joel Coen, Producers&lt;br /&gt;•    “Winter's Bone" Anne Rosellini and Alix Madigan-Yorkin, Producers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sound Editing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Inception” Richard King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Toy Story 3” Tom Myers and Michael Silvers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “Tron: Legacy” Gwendolyn Yates Whittle and Addison Teague&lt;br /&gt;•    “True Grit” Skip Lievsay and Craig Berkey&lt;br /&gt;•    “Unstoppable” Mark P. Stoeckinger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sound Mixing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Inception” Lora Hirschberg, Gary A. Rizzo and Ed Novick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The King's Speech” Paul Hamblin, Martin Jensen and John Midgley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “Salt” Jeffrey J. Haboush, Greg P. Russell, Scott Millan and William Sarokin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The Social Network” Ren Klyce, David Parker, Michael Semanick and Mark Weingarten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “True Grit” Skip Lievsay, Craig Berkey, Greg Orloff and Peter F. Kurland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Visual Effects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;•    “Alice in Wonderland” Ken Ralston, David Schaub, Carey Villegas and Sean Phillips&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1” Tim Burke, John Richardson, Christian Manz and Nicolas Aithadi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “Hereafter” Michael Owens, Bryan Grill, Stephan Trojansky and Joe Farrell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Inception” Paul Franklin, Chris Corbould, Andrew Lockley and Peter Bebb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “Iron Man 2” Janek Sirrs, Ben Snow, Ged Wright and Daniel Sudick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Writing (Adapted Screenplay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “127 Hours” Screenplay by Danny Boyle &amp;amp; Simon Beaufoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The Social Network” Screenplay by Aaron Sorkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Toy Story 3” Screenplay by Michael Arndt; Story by John Lasseter, Andrew Stanton and Lee Unkrich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “True Grit” Written for the screen by Joel Coen &amp;amp; Ethan Coen&lt;br /&gt;•    “Winter's Bone” Adapted for the screen by Debra Granik &amp;amp; Anne Rosellini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Writing (Original Screenplay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•    “Another Year” Written by Mike Leigh&lt;br /&gt;•    “The Fighter” Screenplay by Scott Silver and Paul Tamasy &amp;amp; Eric Johnson;&lt;br /&gt;Story by Keith Dorrington &amp;amp; Paul Tamasy &amp;amp; Eric Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “Inception” Written by Christopher Nolan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The Kids Are All Right” Written by Lisa Cholodenko &amp;amp; Stuart Blumberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;•    “The King's Speech” Screenplay by David Seidler &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por enquanto, é difícil de escolher os  favoritos: já vi muito bons filmes, muito diferentes. Contudo, tenho  alguns palpites, relativamente a possíveis vencedores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;E desse lado, favoritos/palpites?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7857344902206591285-9137175130558734594?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/9137175130558734594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=9137175130558734594&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/9137175130558734594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/9137175130558734594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2011/01/em-estagio-para-os-oscares.html' title='Em estágio para os Óscares'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_infC-4PSdZA/TUaCU4tTdBI/AAAAAAAAA9k/buKLM1y71Rg/s72-c/%25C3%2593scares%2B2011.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-3440260823778113207</id><published>2011-01-22T15:09:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-22T15:21:56.704Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>espero que não seja a bruxa da branca de neve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No Sábado, uma senhora que vende no mercado cruzou-se comigo na rua e, recordando-se da minha &lt;a href="http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/08/quem-diz-uma-maca-diz-outra-coisa.html"&gt;última visita&lt;/a&gt;, mal-sucedida, disse-me que tinha algo perfeito para mim. E eu aceitei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-3440260823778113207?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/3440260823778113207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=3440260823778113207&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/3440260823778113207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/3440260823778113207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2011/01/espero-que-nao-seja-bruxa-da-branca-de.html' title='espero que não seja a bruxa da branca de neve'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-8683537618488125408</id><published>2011-01-13T19:39:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-13T19:42:32.955Z</updated><title type='text'>too soon</title><content type='html'>Não contava começar a cumprir as minhas &lt;a href="http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/12/cheers-to-2011.html"&gt;resoluções para 2011&lt;/a&gt; tão cedo, mas, ao que parece, há uma qualquer parte de mim que está com pressa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-8683537618488125408?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/8683537618488125408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=8683537618488125408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/8683537618488125408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/8683537618488125408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2011/01/too-soon.html' title='too soon'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-4009672049322675570</id><published>2011-01-10T22:01:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-10T22:18:11.277Z</updated><title type='text'>full house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_infC-4PSdZA/TSuFD_aDB7I/AAAAAAAAA9I/J-ewTblVyY0/s1600/aces_poker_chips.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 161px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_infC-4PSdZA/TSuFD_aDB7I/AAAAAAAAA9I/J-ewTblVyY0/s400/aces_poker_chips.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560684468525795250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A pilha de fichas vai aumentando à tua frente. De facto, a noite está.te a correr bem e a sorte está do teu lado. Foram várias apostas, sucessivamente acertadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E agora, o que fazer? Estás disposto a arriscar perder tudo, para tentar chegar mais longe? Vale a pena puxar um pouco mais a corda e tentar chegar lá?&lt;br /&gt;A tua vontade é, sem sombra de dúvidas, atirares.te de cabeça. Queres arriscar, queres ganhar mais e não te contentas com essa segurança. Aliás, farto de segurança e contenção andas tu, certo?&lt;br /&gt;Mas, como que descendo à terra, relembras a última vez que arriscaste, o quão longe chegaste e o quanto te desiludiste, no final.&lt;br /&gt;E agora? Ficou mais complicado, não? Esse impulso de jogares tudo está mais contido. Afinal, não sabes que cartas te vão calhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Quero tanto uma dupla de ases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-4009672049322675570?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/4009672049322675570/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=4009672049322675570&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/4009672049322675570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/4009672049322675570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2011/01/full-house.html' title='full house'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_infC-4PSdZA/TSuFD_aDB7I/AAAAAAAAA9I/J-ewTblVyY0/s72-c/aces_poker_chips.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-8982354127355794083</id><published>2011-01-08T18:06:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-08T18:24:53.974Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bilhetes grátis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>dos meus bilhetes grátis #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_infC-4PSdZA/TSiny7Jw1ZI/AAAAAAAAA88/Sd8RMeKMpnY/s1600/dos%2Bmeus%2Bbilhetes%2Bgr%25C3%25A1tis%2B3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 373px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_infC-4PSdZA/TSiny7Jw1ZI/AAAAAAAAA88/Sd8RMeKMpnY/s400/dos%2Bmeus%2Bbilhetes%2Bgr%25C3%25A1tis%2B3.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559878233302816146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gru, o Maldisposto/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Despicable Me&lt;/span&gt; - É enternecedor, comovente, engraçado, divertido... é genial e inesquecível! Daqueles que tenho de dizer a toda a gente para ver, porque não podem mesmo perder.  Adoro aquele tipo de bonecos e adoro que ainda se façam filmes de animação com história, com sentido e com uma moral para compreender. Sem dúvida alguma, um dos filmes de animação da minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry Potter e os Talismãs da Morte (Parte 1)/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows (Part 1)&lt;/span&gt; - À semelhança do anterior, uma das coisas que mais gostei foi da componente de humor. Mas claro, adorei o filme, ainda que, como sempre, tenha de passá-lo a fazer perguntas ao meu irmão, por já não recordar bem a história. Devo dizer que é um grande balde de água fria quando o filme acaba e percebemos que temos de esperar meses e meses para ver a sequela terminada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Tempo e Horas/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Due Date&lt;/span&gt; - Um filme daqueles que são para rir e fazem, de facto, rir. Tem um quê de "A Ressaca", o que funciona a seu favor. Como já tinha visto imensas vezes o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trailer&lt;/span&gt;, dava por mim sozinha a rir por antecipação. Enfim...tendo imenso que estudar mal saísse do cinema, foi uma óptima preparação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Burlesque &lt;/span&gt;- Queria imenso ver este filme, mas estava com medo que se revelasse tão horrível quanto o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nine&lt;/span&gt; (apenas a minha opinião). Já estava preparada para a quase inexistência de história, compensada pelas componentes musicais. Mas, surpresa, adorei o filme! Tinha história (ainda que do menos original possível), boas &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;performances&lt;/span&gt;, bom elenco, partes realmente com piada... Enfim, saí do cinema felicíssima da vida e a classificá-lo como o meu novo "Coiote Bar".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não há família pior!/&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Little Fockers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Um filme "à Ben Stiller", basicamente. Serve o propósito de fazer rir e, de facto, faz. Reúne uma boa colecção de actores, que normalmente associamos a este tipo de filme, como o Owen Wilson, por exemplo. Gostei, embora não tenha achado nada de extraordinário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O Turista/&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Tourist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Confesso que só vou ver logo à noite. Depois dou o meu parecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que filmes viram? O que acharam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-8982354127355794083?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/8982354127355794083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=8982354127355794083&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/8982354127355794083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/8982354127355794083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2011/01/dos-meus-bilhetes-gratis-3.html' title='dos meus bilhetes grátis #3'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_infC-4PSdZA/TSiny7Jw1ZI/AAAAAAAAA88/Sd8RMeKMpnY/s72-c/dos%2Bmeus%2Bbilhetes%2Bgr%25C3%25A1tis%2B3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-3165383471544017796</id><published>2011-01-04T02:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-04T02:11:04.180Z</updated><title type='text'>não sei bem a quem me dirijo, mas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Excelentíssimo/a Senhor/a que recebe os pedidos de desejos à meia noite, de 31 para 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que não fui muito específica, ao resumir os meus desejos num singelo "Desejo que todos os meus desejos se realizem", mas bolas!, não foste capaz de perceber que isso incluía ter um mínimo de sucesso nos trabalhos da faculdade e essas coisas? Agora é preciso estar com isso tudo do contar os desejos e contar as passas e fazer um esforço enorme para engoli.las?!&lt;br /&gt;Olha, sabes que mais? Se eu te apanho, nem sei o que te faço! Começas o ano logo a gozar com a minha cara, mas eu vingo.me e hei.de fazer.te ser despedido/a!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada pela atenção, sim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-3165383471544017796?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/3165383471544017796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=3165383471544017796&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/3165383471544017796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/3165383471544017796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2011/01/nao-sei-bem-quem-me-dirijo-mas.html' title='não sei bem a quem me dirijo, mas...'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-6628971438572811956</id><published>2011-01-02T01:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-02T01:21:46.910Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ano novo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pessoas'/><title type='text'>e começo 2011...</title><content type='html'>...com um misto de frustração e expectativa. Vamos ver o que me espera...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-6628971438572811956?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/6628971438572811956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=6628971438572811956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/6628971438572811956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/6628971438572811956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2011/01/e-comeco-2011.html' title='e começo 2011...'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-6603499261309299396</id><published>2010-12-28T02:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-28T02:44:25.736Z</updated><title type='text'>cheers to 2011!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In 2011...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...let's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;take risks&lt;/span&gt;, let's fall in &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt;, let's be creative, let's &lt;i&gt;make friends&lt;/i&gt;, let's put past behind, let's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;make a toast &lt;/span&gt;to the &lt;b&gt;future&lt;/b&gt;, let's relax, let's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;face our fears&lt;/span&gt;, let's &lt;i&gt;challenge&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;ourselves&lt;/b&gt;, let's travel, let's do things we didn't think we were &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;capable to do&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In 2011...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...let's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;be ourselves&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;i&gt;no matter what&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;'stracci&lt;/span&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/7857344902206591285-6603499261309299396?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/6603499261309299396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=6603499261309299396&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/6603499261309299396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/6603499261309299396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/12/cheers-to-2011.html' title='cheers to 2011!'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-9168551460719958961</id><published>2010-12-23T17:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-23T17:30:05.195Z</updated><title type='text'>really?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/05J79Y8zQTw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/05J79Y8zQTw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* No Christmas Tree;&lt;br /&gt;* No Christmas Gifts;&lt;br /&gt;* No Christmas Spirit, at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really?! Is it Christmas Time already?! I'm not ready to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-9168551460719958961?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/9168551460719958961/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=9168551460719958961&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/9168551460719958961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/9168551460719958961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/12/really.html' title='really?!'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-6276565329539401915</id><published>2010-12-20T01:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-20T01:55:24.536Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='persona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>turning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E quando olhas para trás e, ao analisar o ano que chega ao fim, percebes que , agora, és tudo aquilo que disseste não ser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-6276565329539401915?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/6276565329539401915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=6276565329539401915&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/6276565329539401915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/6276565329539401915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/12/turning.html' title='turning'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-969778576125119441</id><published>2010-12-15T01:09:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-15T01:17:45.519Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faculdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aprovado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projecto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eventos'/><title type='text'>ENECC - Encontro Nacional de Estudantes de Ciências da Comunicação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_infC-4PSdZA/TQgVtqsYl8I/AAAAAAAAA8I/GWH8-GYUgO4/s1600/logoENECC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_infC-4PSdZA/TQgVtqsYl8I/AAAAAAAAA8I/GWH8-GYUgO4/s320/logoENECC.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550710415032883138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O ENECC é, como diz no título do &lt;i&gt;post&lt;/i&gt;, um encontro nacional de estudantes de Ciências da Comunicação. Nunca ouviram falar? É normal, porque acaba de nascer e ainda está a desenvolver.se. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu e alguns amigos temos andado a trabalhar nisto, desde raiz, e estamos já muito orgulhosos por anunciar que já temos data e local: &lt;b&gt;8, 9 e 10 de Abril de 2011, em Peniche&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se és ou já foste estudante de Ciências da Comunicação, não percas tempo: marca já na tua agenda e acompanha-nos na contagem decrescente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mais informação &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/ENECC-Encontro-Nacional-de-Estudantes-de-Ciencias-da-Comunicacao/155290151183518"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7857344902206591285-969778576125119441?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/969778576125119441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=969778576125119441&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/969778576125119441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/969778576125119441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/12/enecc-encontro-nacional-de-estudantes.html' title='ENECC - Encontro Nacional de Estudantes de Ciências da Comunicação'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_infC-4PSdZA/TQgVtqsYl8I/AAAAAAAAA8I/GWH8-GYUgO4/s72-c/logoENECC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-3870775173051478061</id><published>2010-12-14T01:57:00.008Z</published><updated>2010-12-14T03:18:55.598Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culinária'/><title type='text'>a canja</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFF5a--k2xc/SZdwItdUpYI/AAAAAAAACxg/ZRbtACMxJ5s/s400/IMGP2680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFF5a--k2xc/SZdwItdUpYI/AAAAAAAACxg/ZRbtACMxJ5s/s400/IMGP2680.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meu povo, levantai-vos e celebrai comigo! Hoje é um dia memorável, que irá ficar para a História; hoje é o primeiro dia do resto da minha vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que nunca ninguém mais duvide de que eu tenho duas década&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;s &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(décadas dá logo aquela ideia de experiência e tal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, que nunca mais ninguém olhe para mim como uma criança...! Porque hoje, meus senhores, hoje fiz canja de galinha e não usei um caldo &lt;i&gt;knorr&lt;/i&gt; manhoso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É uma canja genuína, à moda da gente grande, que usa uma bata na cozinha em vez de um avental; é uma canja comestível e com carne verdadeira lá dentro (só não tem &lt;i&gt;tetés*&lt;/i&gt;, mas pronto)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pena ter-me distraído ao telefone e a massa ter ficado, parcialmente, pegada ao fundo, mas isso fica aqui só entre nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;As portas da minha cozinha estão abertas, por isso vinde, minha gente, que chega para todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;E também já chega de frases exclamativas, por isso até depois. (ficava aqui bem mais um ponto de exclamação, mas aí perdia a pouca credibilidade que tenho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*&lt;i&gt;tetés - &lt;/i&gt;denominação atribuída aos ovos, pelos meus pais, na minha infância. Poderia inventar aqui uma origem etimológica mas, para dizer a verdade, até eu reconheço que este nome não faz sentido algum. Contudo, é fofinho e traz boas recordações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;usando uma bata axadrezada e de pano ao ombro (ou não).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-3870775173051478061?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/3870775173051478061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=3870775173051478061&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/3870775173051478061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/3870775173051478061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/12/canja.html' title='a canja'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFF5a--k2xc/SZdwItdUpYI/AAAAAAAACxg/ZRbtACMxJ5s/s72-c/IMGP2680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-6825808626007801124</id><published>2010-12-12T01:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-12T01:40:39.182Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='persona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>still</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has been a year and I'm still trying to figure out who I realy am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-6825808626007801124?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/6825808626007801124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=6825808626007801124&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/6825808626007801124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/6825808626007801124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/12/still.html' title='still'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-8275510220656578559</id><published>2010-12-10T17:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-10T17:12:40.860Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faculdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='família'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trabalho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escravatura'/><title type='text'>Estudar Ciências da Comunicação é... #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...no 3.º ano, perceber que é impossível fazer todas as cadeiras por avaliação contínua e ir a casa, ao fim-de-semana.&lt;br /&gt;Assim sendo, após três semanas sem vir a casa, cá estou eu, depois de ter desistido de uma cadeira e, assim, ter apenas duas frequências e dois trabalhos para entregar, esta semana. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;'stracci&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/7857344902206591285-8275510220656578559?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/8275510220656578559/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=8275510220656578559&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/8275510220656578559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/8275510220656578559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/12/estudar-ciencias-da-comunicacao-e-5.html' title='Estudar Ciências da Comunicação é... #5'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-7965693711071611820</id><published>2010-12-05T00:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-05T00:22:24.557Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>mapa de estradas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;São dezenas de caras, de vozes, de histórias de vida; são caminhos cruzados, por vezes ao acaso, caminhadas que se fazem. Às tantas, dás por ti sem saber o que lhes fazer, como se precisasses de um qualquer catálogo - ou algo do género, não sei - onde pudesses colocar todos os dados, por ordem. Ordem cronológica, talvez, ou de importância. Se calhar, o melhor seria ser digital, para que, sendo caso para isso, pudesses deletar, alterar, reconfigurar, sem teres de arrancar páginas, agrafar, usar corrector.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na verdade, sabes que nada disto faz sentido, que não é - por muito que queiras - assim que as coisas funcionam. Sabes que não existe uma lógica para seguir ou um padrão pelo qual te possas guiar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas então, com tanta informação e, por vezes, tão confusa e emaranhada, como é que é suposto dares conta do recado? Como é que é suposto perceberes que passo dar de seguida, que caminho tomar, a quem dar a mão?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É uma ilusão achares que tens o controlo de tudo, que és &lt;em&gt;the captain of your soul&lt;/em&gt;, que há uma relação causa-efeito linear, incontornável. Não é verdade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Assim sendo, andas às apalpadelas, de olhos vendados, a tentar, simplesmente, seguir em frente; deixas.te levar, perdes.te, desiludes.te, surpreendes.te. Mas, no final de contas, não é disso que se trata?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-7965693711071611820?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/7965693711071611820/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=7965693711071611820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/7965693711071611820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/7965693711071611820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/12/mapa-de-estradas.html' title='mapa de estradas'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-8154534370737779600</id><published>2010-11-29T22:48:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-11-30T22:58:59.422Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feminino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miúdas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cansaço'/><title type='text'>stress pós-traumático</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSC01uIYmOm7YG9jZVN-pLSyEMaozdZIlBy8pObh-TVr0ey293FWQ"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 185px;" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSC01uIYmOm7YG9jZVN-pLSyEMaozdZIlBy8pObh-TVr0ey293FWQ" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Padeço de um mal, que consiste em ter uma vontade avassaladora de ir às compras, sempre que passo por um período traumático. Para mim, não há cá remédios e mezinhas, é enfiar.me pelas lojas adentro e sentir a calma e harmonia a regressarem às minhas veias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pois esta semana que passou, como referi no &lt;a href="http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/11/cenjor.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; anterior, foi absolutamente esgotante e o atelier que estava a fazer só acabou hoje. No final do dia, com três horas dormidas, era ver.me como se tivesse entrado de férias, perante a perspectiva de amanhã poder dormir a manhã na cama. Resultado? Toca a ir explorar as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;megastores&lt;/span&gt; dos chineses dos arredores, como se fosse uma actividade fantástica para se fazer, num final dia, após 8.30h de aulas.&lt;br /&gt;Bem, o que é certo é que, perante a questão "chapéu de chuva (que preciso mesmo) ou vernizes (porque apetece)?", a resposta foi, como devem imaginar fácil. Assim sendo, aqui estou, de rastos, cheia de dor de cabeça, mas felicíssima com uma cor nova nas unhas, o que, no final de contas, é o que interessa, certo?&lt;br /&gt;Aii... ainda dizem que as mulheres são difíceis de contentar...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adenda (30.11.10 - 22.59h): Parte II, hoje, no Dolce Vita. E estou curada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-8154534370737779600?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/8154534370737779600/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=8154534370737779600&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/8154534370737779600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/8154534370737779600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/11/stress-pos-traumatico.html' title='stress pós-traumático'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-5836229056670507497</id><published>2010-11-25T23:21:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-11-25T23:26:38.595Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faculdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sono'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cansaço'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trabalho'/><title type='text'>cenjor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.pai.pt/393465/393465_lo_01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 150px;" src="http://img.pai.pt/393465/393465_lo_01.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Centro Protocolar de Formação Profissional para Jornalistas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eis a razão pela qual ando a dormir entre 3 e 5h por noite; eis a razão pela qual, quando me levanto, vejo as luzes de Natal da minha rua acesas; eis a razão pela qual acordo e me deito com dor de cabeça, desde 2.ª Feira.&lt;br /&gt;Não, não quero ser jornalista. Mas, já que a faculdade me financia esta oportunidade e que o mercado de trabalho não anda propriamente famoso, é melhor aproveitar, que nunca se sabe o que o futuro reserva.&lt;br /&gt;E - verdade seja dita -, até estou a gostar. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-5836229056670507497?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/5836229056670507497/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=5836229056670507497&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/5836229056670507497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/5836229056670507497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/11/cenjor.html' title='cenjor'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-7912200054752131739</id><published>2010-11-24T14:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-24T14:11:54.097Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trabalhos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feriado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dormir'/><title type='text'>chamam.lhe greve...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...eu cá chamo.lhe feriado e, até ao momento, tem sido bastante produtivo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-7912200054752131739?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/7912200054752131739/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=7912200054752131739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/7912200054752131739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/7912200054752131739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/11/chamamlhe-greve.html' title='chamam.lhe greve...'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-2620126204737214925</id><published>2010-11-18T18:31:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-11-18T18:40:11.262Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solidariedade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>obrigada, mas eu passo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSQU6VtTVN11DAgfWBE_DNyLglaPW3U2VCQ3-w_CRi3Es_TICev"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 187px;" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSQU6VtTVN11DAgfWBE_DNyLglaPW3U2VCQ3-w_CRi3Es_TICev" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Realmente, há pessoas muito solidárias e generosas. E digo isto porque recebo, com bastante frequência, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emails&lt;/span&gt; com títulos como "Como aumentar o seu pénis" ou, na versão inglesa, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enlarge your penis&lt;/span&gt;". Só podem provir de pessoas realmente preocupadas comigo e com o meu bem estar, por isso, queria agradecer do fundo do meu coração toda a preocupação e apreço demonstrados.&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de tudo, vejo.me forçada a rejeitar as sugestões, mas juro que não é por má vontade ou ingratidão, sim?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-2620126204737214925?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/2620126204737214925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=2620126204737214925&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/2620126204737214925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/2620126204737214925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/11/obrigada-mas-eu-passo.html' title='obrigada, mas eu passo'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-362626105825782808</id><published>2010-11-14T23:38:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-11-14T23:53:47.701Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>dos meus bilhetes grátis #2</title><content type='html'>Estou a entrar na fase em que hiberno e só acordo em Fevereiro, volvido, então, o 1.º semestre. Contudo, ainda vou arranjando um tempinho (poucoo!) para ir ao cinema. Provavelmente, se o Colombo não fosse aqui ao lado, ainda tinha o bloco dos bilhetes intacto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aqui ficam os últimos filmes que fui ver:&lt;br /&gt;(não sei o que raio se passa com o tamanho da letras ali em baixo :S)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aR6VvLm_Zxo/TH2vJqbWiCI/AAAAAAAAExY/40lCrNnLBqo/life%20as%20we%20know%20it%20poster_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 367px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aR6VvLm_Zxo/TH2vJqbWiCI/AAAAAAAAExY/40lCrNnLBqo/life%20as%20we%20know%20it%20poster_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;É a Vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um filme de «Sábado à tarde», visto a um Sábado à tarde. Durante anos, devorei tudo quanto foi Comédia Romântica que me apareceu à frente, até chegar ao ponto em que já não conseguia gostar de nenhuma. Esta não me prometia grande coisa, mas revelou.se realmente engraçada e divertida. Gostei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aXMn7CSy0yo/TC669yOCM6I/AAAAAAAAA7U/dXcbIObO2n0/s1600/a-rede-social.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 362px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aXMn7CSy0yo/TC669yOCM6I/AAAAAAAAA7U/dXcbIObO2n0/s1600/a-rede-social.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A Rede Social&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um filme por que aguardava ansiosamente e em relação ao qual as minhas expectativas eram extremamente elevadas. Pois bem, conseguiu superá.las e foi muito mais do que eu esperava. Achei que ia ser mais superficial, não tão esclarecedor, mas foi genial!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://estb.msn.com/i/E0/C56FB1ACB99211A6D341D26466C6F0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 315px;" src="http://estb.msn.com/i/E0/C56FB1ACB99211A6D341D26466C6F0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Não! Outra vez tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A típica comédia, nada de novo. Teve alguma piada, mas nunca valeria o preço de um bilhete de cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Opiniões?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-362626105825782808?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/362626105825782808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=362626105825782808&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/362626105825782808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/362626105825782808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/11/dos-meus-bilhetes-gratis-2.html' title='dos meus bilhetes grátis #2'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_aR6VvLm_Zxo/TH2vJqbWiCI/AAAAAAAAExY/40lCrNnLBqo/s72-c/life%20as%20we%20know%20it%20poster_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-3448831965948420452</id><published>2010-11-08T20:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-08T20:39:37.620Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>life machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sepiaentretenimento.com.br/imagens/Jogos%20Mesas/maquina%20brindes/mini_maquina_pegabichos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://www.sepiaentretenimento.com.br/imagens/Jogos%20Mesas/maquina%20brindes/mini_maquina_pegabichos.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(...) é como aquelas máquinas que existem nos salões de jogos e nos cafés: pões uma moeda, concentras.te e tentas manobrar aquela espécie de pinça da melhor forma possível. Quando achas que está alinhada com o prémio que queres, primes o botão circular - que fica ali mesmo ao lado do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;joystick&lt;/span&gt; - e pimbas: a tal pinça desce - devagar, para aumentar o nervosismo - e, quando é suposto agarrar o prémio, vais a ver e é como uma mão cheia de nada. "Mal empregues os cinquenta cêntimos que gastei!", pensas tu para, passados uns segundos, estares a inserir na ranhura uma nova moeda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O facto é que, se fores a fazer as contas ao dinheiro que gastas, te rotulas a ti próprio de idiota. É que, bem vistas as coisas, vais para casa de mãos e bolsos vazios ou, noutra perspectiva, cheio de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;recuerdos&lt;/span&gt; que não queres para nada.(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que nunca achei piada a estas máquinas e, agora, começo a ver a minha vida na forma de uma. É que, cada vez mais, tenho a sensação que &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the more I try, the less I get.&lt;/span&gt; E isto é triste.&lt;br /&gt;Estou farta de isqueiros de metal e outras quinquilharias do género. Pondero, muito seriamente, deixar de inserir moedas na ranhura e ficar à espera que: a) alguém o faça por mim; b) os senhores que vão tirar o dinheiro à máquina e por lá as bugigangas se esqueçam de fechá.la, no final.&lt;br /&gt;Será que ainda demoro, até chegar à era do digital?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-3448831965948420452?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/3448831965948420452/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=3448831965948420452&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/3448831965948420452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/3448831965948420452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-machine.html' title='life machine'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-1000277140487314925</id><published>2010-11-06T14:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-06T14:16:36.505Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faculdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tempo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trabalho'/><title type='text'>alguém que faça o tempo abrandar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;POR FAVOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/7857344902206591285-1000277140487314925?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/1000277140487314925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=1000277140487314925&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/1000277140487314925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/1000277140487314925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/11/alguem-que-faca-o-tempo-abrandar.html' title='alguém que faça o tempo abrandar'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-2955205186810100503</id><published>2010-11-02T23:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-02T23:47:27.961Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faculdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trabalhos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalidades'/><title type='text'>toma lá, qu'é p'ra não te armares!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O trabalho que eu apregoei &lt;a href="http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/10/nao-deve-haver-por-ai-muita-gente.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; foi só o que mais dores de cabeça me deu na minha vida, foi só o que me fez desperdiçar mais tempo em pesquisa e o que ficou mais mal feito. Nunca mais vou ver a Tyra com os mesmos olhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-2955205186810100503?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/2955205186810100503/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=2955205186810100503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/2955205186810100503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/2955205186810100503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/11/toma-la-que-pra-nao-te-armares.html' title='toma lá, qu&apos;é p&apos;ra não te armares!'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-4022275822524467715</id><published>2010-10-31T07:10:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-10-31T07:11:57.453Z</updated><title type='text'>duas décadas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eh0ezmy-j1A/SiVkVVzbpTI/AAAAAAAADKE/nMh1ytQ0oN4/s400/anniversary1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eh0ezmy-j1A/SiVkVVzbpTI/AAAAAAAADKE/nMh1ytQ0oN4/s400/anniversary1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-4022275822524467715?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/4022275822524467715/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=4022275822524467715&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/4022275822524467715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/4022275822524467715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/10/duas-decadas_31.html' title='duas décadas'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eh0ezmy-j1A/SiVkVVzbpTI/AAAAAAAADKE/nMh1ytQ0oN4/s72-c/anniversary1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-4618648959633193219</id><published>2010-10-25T02:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T03:02:42.344+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='não me apetece adicionar etiquetas'/><title type='text'>uma espécie de progeria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É velhice, só pode ser velhice. Senão, o que mais poderá ser? E é que esta velhice - malvada! - dá cabo de tudo. Faz frio, ainda que olhe pela janela e o sol brilhe todo contente; à noite, oh à noite!, é um medo inexplicável, nem sei bem de quê. Talvez do vazio da casa, da solidão. Quer dizer, às tantas é de ver televisão a mais, com todas aquelas notícias desgraçadas. Mas não, não pode ser, que eu nem tenho visto o noticiário e mal sei o que se passa no mundo. Não, deve ser mesmo velhice (eu sempre ouvi dizer que a idade traz saudade, solidão e nostalgia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora que penso nisso e me olho ao espelho, ia jurar que tenho aqui uma ruga recém-nascida, assim daquelas de franzir o sobrolho, estão a ver? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maldita velhice, pá! Agora dá.me para pensar nas coisas sempre da perspectiva do fim, do como vai acabar. Como será amanhã? E na próxima semana? E o relógio insistente, no seu tic-tac regular. Não pára (quer dizer, posso tirar.lhe as pilhas, mas e o tempo?). Está tudo a passar.me à frente e eu a ver.me, impávida, a ficar para trás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolas! Ainda nem conto duas décadas e já sinto a vida gasta e cansada. É a velhice, pá, a  merda da velhice...! É quando se sente falta do que se teve e não vai voltar a ter, é quando se olha para trás e se pensa "era tão bom, nessa altura". Sim, é isso mesmo: a velhice. Independentemente do 1990 exibido no bilhete de identidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-4618648959633193219?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/4618648959633193219/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=4618648959633193219&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/4618648959633193219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/4618648959633193219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/10/uma-especie-de-progeria.html' title='uma espécie de progeria'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-2065584914495938237</id><published>2010-10-22T15:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T15:35:22.257+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>dos meus bilhetes grátis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estou em Lisboa desde o meio de Setembro e ainda tenho o &lt;a href="http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/07/ponto-da-situacao.html"&gt;bloco dos bilhetes&lt;/a&gt; quase cheio (embora tenha oferecido alguns). Até ao momento, ainda só consegui ir ver estes filmes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VAaOYlYQwEQ/TIAa2R9zv3I/AAAAAAAAB3U/EXtVx6_rcbg/s1600/a-origem-filme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 365px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VAaOYlYQwEQ/TIAa2R9zv3I/AAAAAAAAB3U/EXtVx6_rcbg/s1600/a-origem-filme.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Origem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De entre todos, o que mais gostei. Foi directo para o meu top de 2010. É preciso ligar o cérebro na máxima potência para acompanhar a trama, mas vale a pena o esforço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://correiodofantastico.files.wordpress.com/2010/08/contraluz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 369px;" src="http://correiodofantastico.files.wordpress.com/2010/08/contraluz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Contraluz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Razoável, desiludiu.me ligeiramente, extremamente previsível. Mas serviu para ir, pela primeira vez, ao cinema à Alvaláxia. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://estb.msn.com/i/B4/8B841E08F36BD975EDEED84B682C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 370px;" src="http://estb.msn.com/i/B4/8B841E08F36BD975EDEED84B682C.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Comer Orar Amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A minha estreia a ir sozinha ao cinema. Dá vontade de comer e de amar, de orar nem tanto. Apetece partir em viagem. Contudo, demasiado longo, nada de muito empolgante ou de novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eLZccgjR5n0/THAHZBllSiI/AAAAAAAAEJc/otT0azztNVU/s1600/The+Town+00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 387px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eLZccgjR5n0/THAHZBllSiI/AAAAAAAAEJc/otT0azztNVU/s1600/The+Town+00.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A Cidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nem sequer tinha ainda ouvido falar, foi conselho de conversa de intervalo da faculdade. Não ia à espera de nada, por isso tudo o que viesse era bom. E veio bastante! (2.ª vez que fui sozinha ao cinema - começo mesmo a gostar disto!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah! E já me ia esquecendo que este me deu direito a ver primeiro a curta-metragem &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shoot me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Já viram? Gostaram?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sugestões para as próximas idas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-2065584914495938237?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/2065584914495938237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=2065584914495938237&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/2065584914495938237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/2065584914495938237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/10/dos-meus-bilhetes-gratis.html' title='dos meus bilhetes grátis'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VAaOYlYQwEQ/TIAa2R9zv3I/AAAAAAAAB3U/EXtVx6_rcbg/s72-c/a-origem-filme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-2695322036542673173</id><published>2010-10-22T12:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T12:28:47.088+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faculdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cansaço'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trabalho'/><title type='text'>foi uma semana...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...atribulada, daquelas que acabam comigo a ir para a faculdade toda desgrenhada, de olheiras até ao queixo e com uma t.shirt por passar. E a ideia de que ter aulas apenas à tarde &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sucks&lt;/span&gt; é, cada vez mais, reforçada.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda bem que a semana acaba à 5.ª Feira, que tenho muito trabalho para o fim-de-semana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-2695322036542673173?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/2695322036542673173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=2695322036542673173&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/2695322036542673173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/2695322036542673173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/10/foi-uma-semana.html' title='foi uma semana...'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-4566892533135051688</id><published>2010-10-16T16:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T16:56:54.989+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faculdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trabalhos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalidades'/><title type='text'>não deve haver por aí muita gente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRHnLrSjs8qtnNPYTMk5sA-J2tfyzzuSVdUSsfg4tpLV0E8CU4&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__KSlMpj103YWHp-u22O_sHO-3m0k="&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 238px;" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRHnLrSjs8qtnNPYTMk5sA-J2tfyzzuSVdUSsfg4tpLV0E8CU4&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__KSlMpj103YWHp-u22O_sHO-3m0k=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...que faça trabalhos de faculdade sobre a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tyra Banks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-4566892533135051688?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/4566892533135051688/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=4566892533135051688&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/4566892533135051688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/4566892533135051688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/10/nao-deve-haver-por-ai-muita-gente.html' title='não deve haver por aí muita gente...'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-3436455532731734906</id><published>2010-10-12T23:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T23:59:27.570+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='persona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relações'/><title type='text'>(re)encontro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi tão espontâneo e inesperado, tão natural, apesar de tudo e de todo o tempo passado, que até deu ânimo e uma certa dose de coragem para continuar. Afinal, é possível ultrapassar de forma pacífica, ainda que demorada, é possível seguir em frente e, olhando para trás, constatar que continuo eu e que é seguro  manter.me assim. Ficam as cicatrizes - é claro -, mas fica também a certeza de que sou capaz, que tenho força e que podem vir mais umas quantas (ou quantos, diga.se) e não me vão derrubar. (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-3436455532731734906?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/3436455532731734906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=3436455532731734906&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/3436455532731734906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/3436455532731734906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/10/reencontro.html' title='(re)encontro'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-1389418008358734135</id><published>2010-10-08T22:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T22:55:50.561+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faculdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='persona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trabalho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comunicação'/><title type='text'>constatação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ando aqui às voltas com um trabalho de Comunicação nas Organizações, a fazer pesquisas sobre estratégias de comunicação e planos de comunicação de crise para trás e planos de comunicação interna para a frente. Ora, vou a ver e quem precisava agora de um plano de comunicação de crise era eu e, infelizmente, não há agência de comunicação que me possa tratar do assunto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-1389418008358734135?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/1389418008358734135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=1389418008358734135&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/1389418008358734135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/1389418008358734135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/10/constatacao.html' title='constatação'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-2486569948013599108</id><published>2010-10-06T19:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T20:00:56.340+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>sr. semáforo</title><content type='html'>Nunca gostei de sinais intermitentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-2486569948013599108?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/2486569948013599108/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=2486569948013599108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/2486569948013599108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/2486569948013599108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/10/sr-semaforo.html' title='sr. semáforo'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-2795853678578259651</id><published>2010-10-04T19:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T19:42:20.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'>post-it #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_infC-4PSdZA/TKof6h-OLgI/AAAAAAAAA60/dN_I_sOtxTQ/s1600/post-it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_infC-4PSdZA/TKof6h-OLgI/AAAAAAAAA60/dN_I_sOtxTQ/s400/post-it.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524262983335554562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-2795853678578259651?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/2795853678578259651/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=2795853678578259651&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/2795853678578259651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/2795853678578259651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/10/post-it-2.html' title='post-it #2'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_infC-4PSdZA/TKof6h-OLgI/AAAAAAAAA60/dN_I_sOtxTQ/s72-c/post-it.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-1896010957536317871</id><published>2010-10-02T03:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T03:21:18.925+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='persona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuro'/><title type='text'>1x2 - Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Escrevi &lt;a href="http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2009/03/1x2.html"&gt;isto&lt;/a&gt; há mais de um ano e meio, dirigido a alguém que não eu. Hoje, volvido tanto tempo, lembrei.me de que o tinha escrito, procurei, reli e cheguei à conclusão que, neste momento, não seria um terceiro o meu destinatário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dava a sensação que, por muito que quisesses por fim às indecisões e incertezas, havia algo que mantinha tudo em suspenso e te impedia de avançar - era medo. A verdade é que, cada vez mais, te vais tornando numa pessoa de receios e incertezas.&lt;br /&gt;Tu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;olhas para mim e mostras.me uma alegria na qual já não consigo acreditar, essa confiança - tenho a certeza - é criteriosamente ensaiada ao espelho.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No fundo, sabes para que lado queres pender, apetece.te arriscar, mas a coragem e a determinação vão ficando cada vez mais para trás...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ainda te lembras do que foste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-1896010957536317871?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/1896010957536317871/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=1896010957536317871&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/1896010957536317871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/1896010957536317871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/10/1x2-review.html' title='1x2 - Review'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-2641595340557036427</id><published>2010-09-29T18:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T18:49:58.781+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faculdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festa'/><title type='text'>hoje e amanhã...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IiGYb-XOUfc/SrozBsqE4-I/AAAAAAAAEJk/LEq9c_q6oP4/s320/MegaFestaCaloiro2009_Cartaz_red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IiGYb-XOUfc/SrozBsqE4-I/AAAAAAAAEJk/LEq9c_q6oP4/s320/MegaFestaCaloiro2009_Cartaz_red.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...vou andar por aqui, a fingir que não sou finalista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-2641595340557036427?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/2641595340557036427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=2641595340557036427&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/2641595340557036427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/2641595340557036427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/09/hoje-e-amanha.html' title='hoje e amanhã...'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IiGYb-XOUfc/SrozBsqE4-I/AAAAAAAAEJk/LEq9c_q6oP4/s72-c/MegaFestaCaloiro2009_Cartaz_red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-5126111771697057330</id><published>2010-09-25T13:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T14:05:16.428+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>unforgivable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;one thing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you stole&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;from me&lt;/span&gt; that I'll &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; have back: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-5126111771697057330?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/5126111771697057330/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=5126111771697057330&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/5126111771697057330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/5126111771697057330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/09/unforgivable.html' title='unforgivable'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-1882709910092407412</id><published>2010-09-24T21:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T21:09:13.204+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faculdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='praxes'/><title type='text'>back to real life</title><content type='html'>Semana de Recepção ao Caloiro: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Confere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;emana de Praxes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; Confere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sono em dia: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não confere, de todo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Acordem.me daqui a um mês, sim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-1882709910092407412?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/1882709910092407412/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=1882709910092407412&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/1882709910092407412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/1882709910092407412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/09/back-to-real-life.html' title='back to real life'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-417942493595011596</id><published>2010-09-16T00:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T19:41:24.059+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faculdade'/><title type='text'>da semana</title><content type='html'>* Muitos caloiros a chegar;&lt;br /&gt;* Muitos colegas oficialmente licenciados;&lt;br /&gt;* Muito trabalho/aulas;&lt;br /&gt;* Poucas horas de sono;&lt;br /&gt;* O pensamento permanente "é o meu último ano".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é este último ponto que, muito mais do que os outros, me deixa de rastos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-417942493595011596?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/417942493595011596/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=417942493595011596&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/417942493595011596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/417942493595011596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/09/da-semana.html' title='da semana'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-5823156599032847530</id><published>2010-09-11T21:06:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T02:18:01.299+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faculdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sondagem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curso'/><title type='text'>Ciências da Comunicação (ou sobre a sondagem ali ao lado)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E hoje, que é dia de saída de resultados das candidaturas à faculdade, parece.me ser um bom dia para comentar a dita sondagem, que se realizou ali na coluna ao lado. Os resultados foram os seguintes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_infC-4PSdZA/TIvh0PLuioI/AAAAAAAAA6U/id-UbQQBV50/s1600/sondagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_infC-4PSdZA/TIvh0PLuioI/AAAAAAAAA6U/id-UbQQBV50/s320/sondagem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515750456190470786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ironicamente, a opção que reuniu mais votos trata.se precisamente daquela que, caso eu fizesse uma hierarquia, ficaria em último lugar. Na verdade, embora muita gente associe imediatamente o curso de CC a jornalismo, eu não quero, de todo, ser jornalista. Costumo dizer que gosto demasiado de escrever para escrever de uma forma tão limitada e tão regulada.&lt;br /&gt;A opção que ficou em 2.º lugar - Comunicação Empresarial - é, realmente, a que diz respeito ao meu objectivo. Era esta a resposta certa e é nisto que eu me vejo, no futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto às restantes, não me importava, particularmente, de trabalhar em nenhuma, mas não me enchem, totalmente, as medidas. Ser locutora de rádio talvez obtivesse o 2.º lugar no pódio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, caso alguém que tenha acabado de entrar em CC leia este blogue, espero que goste tanto do curso como eu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-5823156599032847530?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/5823156599032847530/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=5823156599032847530&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/5823156599032847530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/5823156599032847530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/09/ciencias-da-comunicacao-ou-sobre.html' title='Ciências da Comunicação (ou sobre a sondagem ali ao lado)'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_infC-4PSdZA/TIvh0PLuioI/AAAAAAAAA6U/id-UbQQBV50/s72-c/sondagem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-2461695647441151890</id><published>2010-09-09T00:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T00:39:02.053+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lisboa'/><title type='text'>Lisboa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSFtASIR8defBmRRTSx6n_8b9jyX_HYEDnB4iw1zUU65_i0Bys&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__wRZFqVPWg8v-hZFFtumhXpRwBnQ="&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 183px;" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSFtASIR8defBmRRTSx6n_8b9jyX_HYEDnB4iw1zUU65_i0Bys&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__wRZFqVPWg8v-hZFFtumhXpRwBnQ=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É vê-la por os pezinhos em Lisboa e nunca mais parar de sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-2461695647441151890?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/2461695647441151890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=2461695647441151890&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/2461695647441151890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/2461695647441151890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/09/lisboa.html' title='Lisboa'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-6779772855701729152</id><published>2010-09-05T22:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T22:38:09.328+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sondagens'/><title type='text'>a quem respondeu na sondagem ali ao lado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tenho curiosidade em saber que motivos estiveram por detrás das vossas escolhas. Vá, contem.me tudo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-6779772855701729152?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/6779772855701729152/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=6779772855701729152&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/6779772855701729152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/6779772855701729152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/09/quem-respondeu-na-sondagem-ali-ao-lado.html' title='a quem respondeu na sondagem ali ao lado'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-8784561427406050960</id><published>2010-09-04T17:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T18:08:55.166+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azar do caneco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trabalho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escravatura'/><title type='text'>tu adoras criancinhas, tu adoras criancinhas, tu adoras criancinhas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em directo aqui da loja do Aladino (aka meu local de trabalho, nestas férias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estive a lavar os vidros da vitrina, empenhada de alma e coração. Ficaram bonitos e limpinhos, sem dúvida. Até ao momento em que uma mãe se distrai e deixa a filha entretida a dar beijos no meu vidro imaculado. Sim, a miúda espetou nada mais nada menos do que &lt;b&gt;15 beijocas&lt;/b&gt;, em fila, de um lado ao outro do meu vidro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Após nova lavagem e percebida a dificuldade de eliminar tais marcas, só posso concluir que a miúda ou andou a chupar num lolipop ou anda a comer cola!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas eu adoro criancinhas, eu adoro criancinhas... Grrrr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-8784561427406050960?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/8784561427406050960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=8784561427406050960&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/8784561427406050960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/8784561427406050960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/09/tu-adoras-criancinhas-tu-adoras.html' title='tu adoras criancinhas, tu adoras criancinhas, tu adoras criancinhas...'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-7653719145919351465</id><published>2010-09-02T23:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T20:39:09.265+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogosfera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visitas'/><title type='text'>"quero uma rapariga que nao tenha caracóis e nao se chame sara"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi através destas palavras que alguém - cuja identidade eu adorava conhecer - veio parar aqui ao &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não me perguntes porquê.&lt;/span&gt; Bem, para o caso de tal pessoa voltar a passar por cá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amigo(a), de facto, é difícil encontrar a pessoa certa e há que ser persistente e ter muita paciência. Contudo, lamento muito, mas não posso ajudar, neste caso. É que caracóis eu realmente não tenho (embora o meu cabelo &lt;/span&gt;au naturel seja algo frisado), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mas, na verdade, chamo.me mesmo Sara. É uma pena, sei que, se não fosse este pequeno pormenor, poderíamos ter toda uma história de amor pela frente. Mas eu aviso se mudar de nome, sim? Vá, ânimo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah! Já agora, gostava de saber o que é que há de errado com o nome Sara...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/7857344902206591285-7653719145919351465?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/7653719145919351465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=7653719145919351465&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/7653719145919351465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/7653719145919351465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/09/quero-uma-rapariga-que-nao-tenha.html' title='&quot;quero uma rapariga que nao tenha caracóis e nao se chame sara&quot;'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-4974895734812649158</id><published>2010-09-02T21:18:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T21:42:36.378+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='persona'/><title type='text'>conjugações</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.schwammschlacht.de/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/countdown3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 188px;" src="http://www.schwammschlacht.de/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/countdown3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chego à conclusão que a minha vida é, cada vez mais, feita de contagens decrescentes: conto as horas que faltam para as 19.30h, o tempo que falta para chegar a Sábado à noite, os dias que faltam para voltar para Lisboa... Nisto, chegam os momentos que serviram de meta a cada contagem e, na maioria dos casos, a satisfação que era suposto sentir não aparece. Ou, por outro lado, os acontecimentos não se processam como o esperado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assim sendo, é como se, ao andar constantemente a correr atrás do futuro - ainda que próximo - estivesse, pura e simplesmente, a erguer o dedo do meio ao presente, demonstrando.lhe toda a sua insignificância. Esqueço.me, então, que este presente foi, um dia, o futuro esperado e que, agora, já nada me diz.&lt;br /&gt;É assim que se perde tempo e se desperdiça dias e dias a fio, é assim que os projectos futuros dão cabo de tudo aquilo que se pode fazer num momento, apenas por impulso. E é por isso que, neste momento, me apetece ser mais impulsiva, mandar para trás das costas a porcaria da ponderação e abrir a porta, os braços e a mente a tudo aquilo que o presente pode significar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-4974895734812649158?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/4974895734812649158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=4974895734812649158&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/4974895734812649158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/4974895734812649158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/09/conjugacoes.html' title='conjugações'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-7785663033029888819</id><published>2010-08-31T20:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T20:14:09.531+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trabalho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='temperatura'/><title type='text'>que bela temperatura que está esta semana...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRTJE-e525fIC98sLIoIcs7GepeL1-rRp316Ws2F5DotcNiy2E&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__ee4WKZ6GStMM5O3j5sKuLr5_mfM="&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 232px;" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRTJE-e525fIC98sLIoIcs7GepeL1-rRp316Ws2F5DotcNiy2E&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__ee4WKZ6GStMM5O3j5sKuLr5_mfM=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...para se estar fechada, numa loja, a tarde inteira!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-7785663033029888819?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/7785663033029888819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=7785663033029888819&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/7785663033029888819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/7785663033029888819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/08/que-bela-temperatura-que-esta-esta.html' title='que bela temperatura que está esta semana...'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-2937887280776862092</id><published>2010-08-29T01:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T01:49:06.857+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drogas'/><title type='text'>e-drugs #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pois que diz que se "saca" umas faixas (cada uma corresponde a um tipo de droga), ouve.se aqueles ruídos entre 15 e 30 minutos e fica.se em estados de euforia, relaxamento e outros que tais, típicos de substâncias ilícitas. Diz quem já experimentou - não é o meu caso - que a coisa funciona e até bastante depressa.&lt;br /&gt;Agora, resta saber que outros efeitos é que as tais &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e-drugs&lt;/span&gt; podem ter. Não há bela sem senão,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; right&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-2937887280776862092?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/2937887280776862092/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=2937887280776862092&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/2937887280776862092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/2937887280776862092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-drugs-2.html' title='e-drugs #2'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-634324228128573127</id><published>2010-08-27T20:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T20:51:32.359+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drogas'/><title type='text'>e-drugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Já ouviram falar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-634324228128573127?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/634324228128573127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=634324228128573127&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/634324228128573127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/634324228128573127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-drugs.html' title='e-drugs'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-6766545469235298704</id><published>2010-08-26T14:10:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T14:22:33.853+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='persona'/><title type='text'>faz-de-conta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRr2RokPUeAA-dmUJQgJKr3pKGC7IA74yes6bfN-2LBhJ0FGVU&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__Ervw5XJ7ZUpzTBLT4tugM29TN2o="&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRr2RokPUeAA-dmUJQgJKr3pKGC7IA74yes6bfN-2LBhJ0FGVU&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__Ervw5XJ7ZUpzTBLT4tugM29TN2o=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Era como uma marioneta, movida por fios invisíveis, pelo menos aos seus olhos. Dava passos que, por vezes, lhe pareciam absolutamente desconexos e, quando retrocedia no tempo para tentar compreendê.los, era difícil chegar a conclusões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No fundo, era como se estivesse a assistir aos seus membros a movimentarem.se segundo uma vontade própria, como se o seu cérebro se tivesse soltado das amarras da consciência e deixasse o corpo entregue ao livre arbítrio.&lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde, ao rever as fotografias guardadas na memória, dava a sensação que era outra pessoa que estava ali, a fazer.se passar por si, a usar a sua identidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Desde quando é que eu deixei de ter convicções?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-6766545469235298704?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/6766545469235298704/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=6766545469235298704&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/6766545469235298704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/6766545469235298704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/08/faz-de-conta.html' title='faz-de-conta'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-1967594752984027400</id><published>2010-08-25T18:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T18:46:43.557+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problemas técnicos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>2 semanas sem net</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chegaram ao fim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou, oficialmente, viciada. Caso contrário, não tinha quase dado em doida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-1967594752984027400?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/1967594752984027400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=1967594752984027400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/1967594752984027400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/1967594752984027400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/08/2-semanas-sem-net.html' title='2 semanas sem net'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-812770793714687675</id><published>2010-08-24T13:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T13:24:15.343+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideias peregrinas da mamã'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carta de condução'/><title type='text'>e depois...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...há aqueles dias em que tu acordas, ainda estás a tentar abrir os olhos e a tua mãe te diz, do nada, que devias ir ao Carregado nessa tarde, só para treinar. É nesses dias, em que podias ficar tão bem sossegada, que te arrependes de ter tirado a carta. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;E mais tarde, enquanto comes, vês as notícias sobre os acidentes de viação do dia anterior, na tv. Yey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-812770793714687675?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/812770793714687675/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=812770793714687675&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/812770793714687675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/812770793714687675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-depois.html' title='e depois...'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-3588059440868578834</id><published>2010-08-22T23:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T19:05:22.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>não sei bem o significado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...deste friozinho no estômago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-3588059440868578834?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/3588059440868578834/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=3588059440868578834&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/3588059440868578834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/3588059440868578834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/08/nao-sei-bem-o-significado.html' title='não sei bem o significado...'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-4584197193596949822</id><published>2010-08-18T17:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T17:51:59.441+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tecnologia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comunicação'/><title type='text'>é claro que se pode tratar de um problema técnico...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...e, após desligar e voltar a ligar o telemóvel, as mensagens chegarem todas ao mesmo tempo.&lt;br /&gt;A boa notícia é que não está tudo demasiado ocupado para me responder, a má é que o meu telemóvel está a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dar o berro&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-4584197193596949822?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/4584197193596949822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=4584197193596949822&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/4584197193596949822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/4584197193596949822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-claro-que-se-pode-tratar-de-um.html' title='é claro que se pode tratar de um problema técnico...'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-1928064921756371665</id><published>2010-08-18T14:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T14:53:30.342+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='férias'/><title type='text'>sabemos que somos os únicos que não estão a viver umas férias fantásticas quando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BRaL86isQPU/S7o--85_lLI/AAAAAAAACts/ImQTtafXwBU/s1600/2007_praia_beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 437px; height: 493px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BRaL86isQPU/S7o--85_lLI/AAAAAAAACts/ImQTtafXwBU/s1600/2007_praia_beach.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...a percentagem de mensagens enviadas que recebem resposta ronda os 10% ou até menos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-1928064921756371665?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/1928064921756371665/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=1928064921756371665&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/1928064921756371665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/1928064921756371665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/08/sabemos-que-somos-os-unicos-que-nao.html' title='sabemos que somos os únicos que não estão a viver umas férias fantásticas quando...'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BRaL86isQPU/S7o--85_lLI/AAAAAAAACts/ImQTtafXwBU/s72-c/2007_praia_beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-3832821371003048072</id><published>2010-08-16T18:21:00.015+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T16:13:34.003+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='férias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cultura'/><title type='text'>das micro-férias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E pronto, já estou de volta*. E por onde é que eu andei? Aqui ficam umas fotos que tirei, em jeitos de resposta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_infC-4PSdZA/TGqKJq_TDBI/AAAAAAAAA5c/imAMEDDxsgs/s1600/CIMG1280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_infC-4PSdZA/TGqKJq_TDBI/AAAAAAAAA5c/imAMEDDxsgs/s400/CIMG1280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506365393177086994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Castelo dos Mouros - Sintra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_infC-4PSdZA/TGqMVdqOLMI/AAAAAAAAA5k/cqPnhY7Abyk/s1600/CIMG1261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_infC-4PSdZA/TGqMVdqOLMI/AAAAAAAAA5k/cqPnhY7Abyk/s400/CIMG1261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506367794780712130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vista sobre Sintra, a partir do Castelo dos Mouros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_infC-4PSdZA/TGqOBFNHq2I/AAAAAAAAA5s/-S2UVt0Wk5c/s1600/CIMG1285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_infC-4PSdZA/TGqOBFNHq2I/AAAAAAAAA5s/-S2UVt0Wk5c/s400/CIMG1285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506369643642071906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Palácio da Pena, fotografado a partir do Castelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_infC-4PSdZA/TGqQIRZ7ZDI/AAAAAAAAA50/c-eDV-zslWQ/s1600/CIMG1319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_infC-4PSdZA/TGqQIRZ7ZDI/AAAAAAAAA50/c-eDV-zslWQ/s400/CIMG1319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506371966199358514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Quinta da Regaleira (Palácio) - Sintra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_infC-4PSdZA/TGqSFauVHwI/AAAAAAAAA58/olJgnVL6h20/s1600/CIMG1324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_infC-4PSdZA/TGqSFauVHwI/AAAAAAAAA58/olJgnVL6h20/s400/CIMG1324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506374116184497922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Esta foto foi tirada na base de uma descida em espiral de 27m, que ia dar umas grutas algo assustadoras - Quinta da Regaleira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_infC-4PSdZA/TGqXBGeaAfI/AAAAAAAAA6E/0oqZK_glYQs/s1600/CIMG1326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_infC-4PSdZA/TGqXBGeaAfI/AAAAAAAAA6E/0oqZK_glYQs/s400/CIMG1326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506379539587662322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Uma das salas do Palácio - Quinta da Regaleira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No segundo dia, a visita seguiu para Mafra mas, para minha grande decepção, a bateria da máquina fotográfica acabou.se e o Jardim do Cerco e o Convento de Mafra ficaram por fotografar.&lt;br /&gt;Foram umas micro-férias muito culturais e muito agradáveis. É incrível como existem locais com tanto valor perto de nós, que muitos de nós nunca visitaram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Já voltei antes, mas tive aqui uns problemas com a Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-3832821371003048072?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/3832821371003048072/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=3832821371003048072&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/3832821371003048072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/3832821371003048072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/08/das-micro-ferias.html' title='das micro-férias'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_infC-4PSdZA/TGqKJq_TDBI/AAAAAAAAA5c/imAMEDDxsgs/s72-c/CIMG1280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-5669656159033576899</id><published>2010-08-16T17:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T18:11:58.584+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mimos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogues'/><title type='text'>Selo - Este blogue aquece-me o coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(180, 95, 6); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 144, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92);"&gt;Eu sou muito esperta: gosto sempre de receber selos e mimos do género mas, por outro lado, tenho sempre preguiça de cumprir as regras que lhes são inerentes. Para contrariar essa tendência, aqui estou eu, cheia de determinação a fazer tudo (ou quase tudo) como manda a lei. Assim sendo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(180, 95, 6); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 144, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(180, 95, 6); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 144, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(19, 79, 92);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Selo oferecido pela &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/13235828645158285045"&gt;Mary Jane&lt;/a&gt;, do blogue &lt;a href="http://mundocadentro.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mundo Cá Dentro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(180, 95, 6); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 144, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3oazYhwJ1Ro/TGfz_FtcAYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/arjFgoO-PQ4/s1600/Selo+Oficial7+Entre+ch%C3%A1venas+de+ch%C3%A1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3oazYhwJ1Ro/TGfz_FtcAYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/arjFgoO-PQ4/s320/Selo+Oficial7+Entre+ch%C3%A1venas+de+ch%C3%A1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: rgb(191, 144, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Referir quem é que ofereceu o selo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Já referi, algures ali em cima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: rgb(191, 144, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(191, 144, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 144, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Qual é o teu chá preferido?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Maçã-Canela, da Lipton, embora odeie canela e isto seja algo estranho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: rgb(191, 144, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Quantas colheres de açúcar costumas meter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Eu um dia vou ser diabética, está mais que visto! Ponho uma ou duas, para ficar bem docinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: rgb(191, 144, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(191, 144, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Passar o selo para 6 pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 144, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Agora é que me tramaram! Se não tivesse recebido o selo da Mary Jane, era logo uma dos seis contemplados (juroo!) Depois, tinha de ir ali olhar para a lista de todos os que leio e decidir.me. Posso fazer batota nesta parte? Eu ouvi um "sim" desse lado... :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(191, 144, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Comentar o blog da criadora do selo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Vou tratar disso. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7857344902206591285-5669656159033576899?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/5669656159033576899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=5669656159033576899&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/5669656159033576899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/5669656159033576899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/08/selo-este-blogue-aquece-me-o-coracao.html' title='Selo - Este blogue aquece-me o coração'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3oazYhwJ1Ro/TGfz_FtcAYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/arjFgoO-PQ4/s72-c/Selo+Oficial7+Entre+ch%C3%A1venas+de+ch%C3%A1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-8758839192944292970</id><published>2010-08-14T14:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T14:19:11.998+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turismo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='férias'/><title type='text'>eu com tanto para ler...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...e ainda me acabam de informar que hoje, mal saia do trabalho, parto para umas micro-férias (2 dias apenas) com os papás e os maninhos. A isto é que se chama decidir em cima do joelho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-8758839192944292970?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/8758839192944292970/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=8758839192944292970&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/8758839192944292970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/8758839192944292970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/08/eu-com-tanto-para-ler.html' title='eu com tanto para ler...'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-6412871447079073562</id><published>2010-08-12T14:16:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T14:32:24.143+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lar'/><title type='text'>come back home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_infC-4PSdZA/TGP3gt0ne9I/AAAAAAAAA5U/bDbAsY3ZsOM/s1600/CIMG0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_infC-4PSdZA/TGP3gt0ne9I/AAAAAAAAA5U/bDbAsY3ZsOM/s200/CIMG0127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504515311005039570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Voltou a passear pela quadrícula de pedra, a passar pelo cruzamento por onde condutores enfurecidos fazem corridas imaginárias contra o tempo. Olhou para cima, para o 3.º andar daquele prédio de esquina, para a varanda que tantas vezes lhe deu abrigo, e deixou que a saudade tomasse conta de si.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O tempo de espera vai, sensivelmente, a meio; a vontade de regressar a casa está no auge. Um mês, apenas um mês e estará, novamente, a entrar por aquela porta e a ser acolhida por aquelas paredes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Quero voltar àquela que, entretanto, se tornou a minha casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-6412871447079073562?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/6412871447079073562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=6412871447079073562&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/6412871447079073562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/6412871447079073562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/08/come-back-home.html' title='come back home'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_infC-4PSdZA/TGP3gt0ne9I/AAAAAAAAA5U/bDbAsY3ZsOM/s72-c/CIMG0127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-3187443756875554046</id><published>2010-08-10T02:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T03:03:05.929+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>quem diz uma maçã, diz outra coisa qualquer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A maçã, que guardava religiosamente em cima da mesa da cozinha, certo dia, apodreceu. Fiquei ali a olhar para ela, de lágrima ao canto do olho, sem saber bem o que fazer. Algum tempo depois, achei que devia deitá-la fora e tentar não pensar mais no assunto. E assim fiz, pelo menos no que se refere a deitá-la fora.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu - que gostava tanto de maçãs - não me conseguia habituar à ideia de ter perdido a minha e, então, resolvi ir ao mercado, à procura de uma, para substituir a que tinha perdido. Estava bastante confiante quanto ao sucesso dessa missão e, portanto, lá fui, de queixo erguido.&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei ao mercado e reparei na quantidade de maçãs que ali estavam expostas, brilhantes e, aparentemente, deliciosas. De banca em banca, peguei em várias, senti-lhes o odor fresco, mas, por qualquer motivo, acabei por não levar nenhuma para casa.&lt;br /&gt;No dia seguinte, repeti o processo, continuando com uma confiança inabalável. Mas, à semelhança do dia anterior, voltei a regressar a casa de mãos vazias. Não pude, como é óbvio, deixar de me interrogar acerca dos motivos que estariam por detrás daquilo.&lt;br /&gt;Não obstante, enveredei por uma terceira tentativa - dizem que à terceira é de vez - e lá fui, novamente, de banca em banca, à procura de uma maçã que fosse digna de substituir a outra e que desse por terminado o meu período de luto. Procurei quase até à hora em que as vendedoras encerraram mais um dia de mercado e, mais uma vez, não comprei nada.&lt;br /&gt;No caminho de volta a casa, fartei.me de pensar por que raio é que não conseguia encontrar uma maçã igual à minha, acabando por me resignar com um "deve ter de ser mesmo assim". Mas, volvidos alguns dias, dei por mim a pensar que, provavelmente, não só nunca iria encontrar uma maçã igual, mas também, bem vistas as coisas, que a dita maçã nem era assim tão perfeita e que até tinha lá umas mossas, de ter caído tanta vez ao chão.&lt;br /&gt;Foi então que, num instante de clarividência, percebi que até já nem gostava assim tanto de maçãs e, como tal, não fazia sentido continuar à procura...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Só que, entretanto, voltei a ter saudades de ver algo em cima da minha mesa da cozinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/7857344902206591285-3187443756875554046?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/3187443756875554046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=3187443756875554046&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/3187443756875554046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/3187443756875554046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/08/quem-diz-uma-maca-diz-outra-coisa.html' title='quem diz uma maçã, diz outra coisa qualquer...'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-2778736680102226683</id><published>2010-08-10T01:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T19:50:33.165+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='persona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;stracciatella'/><title type='text'>it tastes like 'stracciatella #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_infC-4PSdZA/TGCfJf0ouRI/AAAAAAAAA48/K_THLyag5S0/s1600/CIMG1201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_infC-4PSdZA/TGCfJf0ouRI/AAAAAAAAA48/K_THLyag5S0/s400/CIMG1201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503573730156656914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brincos, eu?! Nem tenho as orelhas furadas!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*tenho e não é pouco. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-2778736680102226683?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/2778736680102226683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=2778736680102226683&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/2778736680102226683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/2778736680102226683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-tastes-like-stracciatella-2.html' title='it tastes like &apos;stracciatella #2'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_infC-4PSdZA/TGCfJf0ouRI/AAAAAAAAA48/K_THLyag5S0/s72-c/CIMG1201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-312360808588537002</id><published>2010-08-08T23:13:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T19:16:36.997+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tradição'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='família'/><title type='text'>depois de dois dias de casamento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...só agradeço a deus o facto de nenhum dos noivos ser de etnia cigana. Não por xenofobia ou algo  do género, mas porque, se já estou farta de ver comida à frente, nem quero imaginar como estaria ao fim de uma semana de comemorações!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adenda&lt;/span&gt; (09.08.10 - 19.15h): Afinal, hoje ainda há um jantar e, só depois disso, a "missão casamento" será dada por terminada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-312360808588537002?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/312360808588537002/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=312360808588537002&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/312360808588537002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/312360808588537002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/08/depois-de-dois-dias-de-casamento.html' title='depois de dois dias de casamento...'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-6134515671311872766</id><published>2010-08-06T01:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T01:00:03.731+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='séries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobbies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='férias'/><title type='text'>séries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acabei agora mesmo de ver isto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRAtIt8zBJgM6R4HHdoAioPlfCh_XveU2A70RSNnkjxD74z80s&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__P39hpnBQoJWYNpwA0CtJ662Lf9U="&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 258px;" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRAtIt8zBJgM6R4HHdoAioPlfCh_XveU2A70RSNnkjxD74z80s&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__P39hpnBQoJWYNpwA0CtJ662Lf9U=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agora, enquanto espero pela 4.ª temporada, vou.me entretendo com isto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRKl991h5jfjarF9BBlhuCQt8Cm6hvdXxvDwnE_BP5dEbPLIpo&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__4QZimOLud2bfzFb6BZXmMqEp2eo="&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 264px;" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRKl991h5jfjarF9BBlhuCQt8Cm6hvdXxvDwnE_BP5dEbPLIpo&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__4QZimOLud2bfzFb6BZXmMqEp2eo=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bem escolhido ou devo repensar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-6134515671311872766?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/6134515671311872766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=6134515671311872766&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/6134515671311872766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/6134515671311872766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/08/series.html' title='séries'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-5155076815874105959</id><published>2010-08-04T00:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T00:26:17.721+01:00</updated><title type='text'>é hora</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chega um momento em que não há como virar as costas à realidade e ignorar o que está acontecer. É o momento em que se inspira fundo e se põe tudo em cima da mesa. Está na hora de encarar a situação e, de algum modo, tentar resolvê.la. Não posso/não podemos continuar assim, não podemos continuar a insuflar este balão que está na iminência de explodir. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tem de ser agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;E onde vou eu buscar a coragem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-5155076815874105959?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/5155076815874105959/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=5155076815874105959&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/5155076815874105959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/5155076815874105959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-hora.html' title='é hora'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-7099679094335914453</id><published>2010-08-02T01:20:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T16:00:30.842+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='género'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preconceito'/><title type='text'>sexo &amp; género</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fala.se muito da discriminação da mulher e do ingrato papel que esta tem na sociedade - eu própria já o fiz numa das primeiras vezes que escrevi aqui -, mas ninguém fala disto da perspectiva dos homens. E, na verdade, cada vez mais acredito que o homem tem a vida muito mais complicada, no que diz respeito ao preconceito e às expectativas que nele recaem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É mais frequente do que aquilo que se pensa alguém &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nascer com um sexo que não coincide com o seu género&lt;/span&gt;. Importa, então, deixar claro que o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;exo se refere às características biológicas da pessoa&lt;/span&gt; e o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;género remete mais para traços de personalidade, gostos, hábitos, etc&lt;/span&gt;. Ora, o ser humano está, à partida, condenado a viver com aquilo  com que nasceu (não vou falar aqui em processos de mudança de sexo, que isso daria pano para mangas) e, como tal, a corresponder àquilo que se espera e que considera característico do seu sexo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, afinal, o que é que isto tem que ver com o parágrafo inicial? Bem, tem e muito: já pensaram que, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se uma menina gostar de jogar à bola e preferir roupas de rapaz, é rebelde ou "maria-rapaz"&lt;/span&gt; e ninguém a condena por isso e, se um rapaz se identificar com actividades ditas típicas de rapariga - dançar, por exemplo - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;paneleiro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maricas, ou algo que o valha&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;É fácil apontar o dedo e chamar toda uma miscelânea de nomes a quem se encontra nesta última situação, mas já alguém parou para pensar no quão complicado deve ser viver a vida de um modo que não é aquele como nós a vemos ou gostaríamos de ver?&lt;br /&gt;Não é por ter uma pilinha entre as pernas que um rapaz tem de encarar os dias de jogo como um feriado religioso, por exemplo. No fundo, sei que será sempre assim, mas não deixo de pensar que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a sociedade deposita muito mais expectativas no papel do homem do que no da mulher &lt;/span&gt;e é, assim, muito mais preconceituosa em relação a este sexo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez não fosse má ideia começar a cultivar uma certa tolerância em relação a isto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-7099679094335914453?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/7099679094335914453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=7099679094335914453&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/7099679094335914453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/7099679094335914453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/08/sexo-genero.html' title='sexo &amp; género'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7857344902206591285.post-5726407790389544940</id><published>2010-08-01T01:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T01:22:50.111+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trabalho'/><title type='text'>história do Aladino #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRpichFx4DXzigoCxcClNyAyGSeGLhEoegEApaf5dSj9wJ0Gjs&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__q0aUXLyE64NxUxPTF25tlO7qzxU="&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 202px;" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRpichFx4DXzigoCxcClNyAyGSeGLhEoegEApaf5dSj9wJ0Gjs&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__q0aUXLyE64NxUxPTF25tlO7qzxU=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balanço do 3.º Sábado: &lt;/span&gt;Visualização da 2.ª Temporada de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt; terminada; primeiro ordenado (mesmo à trabalhador, esta palavra) recebido, especialização em disposição artística de tapetes confirmada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'stracci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7857344902206591285-5726407790389544940?l=smilingsince1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/feeds/5726407790389544940/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7857344902206591285&amp;postID=5726407790389544940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/5726407790389544940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7857344902206591285/posts/default/5726407790389544940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilingsince1990.blogspot.com/2010/08/historia-do-aladino-3.html' title='história do Aladino #3'/><author><name>'stracciatella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15285062373017827080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_infC-4PSdZA/SFQyi86r82I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_e6A6Sd4ns8/S220/foto+013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
