<?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-13788418</id><updated>2012-02-02T20:33:06.586Z</updated><category term='Amy Winehouse'/><category term='Namorados'/><category term='pintura'/><category term='gelado'/><category term='Verão'/><category term='Publicidade'/><category term='Zen'/><category term='2ª Feira'/><category term='Divórcio'/><category term='Portugal'/><category term='Refrescar'/><category term='Reabilitação'/><category term='Feliz'/><category term='voz'/><category term='velho'/><category term='Depilação'/><category term='direcção'/><category term='Happy New Year'/><category term='John Mayer'/><category term='Adivinha'/><category 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E tu?'/><category term='Brad Pitt'/><category term='Angelina Jolie'/><category term='chapa'/><category term='SLB'/><category term='A relva é verde'/><category term='Prémio'/><category term='Pissed off'/><category term='30 seconds to mars'/><category term='melancia'/><category term='quarto'/><category term='Trânsito'/><category term='António Feio'/><category term='Monty Python'/><category term='prisão'/><category term='Leaves Eyes'/><category term='Sossegada'/><category term='Morgan Freeman'/><category term='Publicidadde'/><category term='Machine Head'/><title type='text'>O meu outro lado meio aluado</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>937</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-1568682499560025129</id><published>2012-02-02T20:28:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-02-02T20:33:06.751Z</updated><title type='text'>Música do dia</title><content type='html'>Esta não saiu do ouvido e estava em modo "repeat" na minha cabeça durante o dia...e porquê?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei! Há dias assim. Não há explicação.&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã, provavelmente será outra, mas hoje é esta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BG7wYmzfbys" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin querer me he vuelto a enamorar&lt;br /&gt;No será que siempre ocurre a mi edad&lt;br /&gt;Fue un amor relámpago&lt;br /&gt;Que me acercó a ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres mi principio, mi final&lt;br /&gt;El infierno, el cielo y todo lo demás&lt;br /&gt;Con un beso tímido&lt;br /&gt;Te di mi corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(coro)&lt;br /&gt;Fuego contra fuego es amar&lt;br /&gt;Fuego del que no puedo escapar&lt;br /&gt;Donde nadie oye mi voz&lt;br /&gt;Allí te espero yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuego contra fuego es amar&lt;br /&gt;Y no lo podemos evitar&lt;br /&gt;No le busco explicación&lt;br /&gt;Lo nuestro es puro amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin querer me he vuelto a enamorar&lt;br /&gt;No será que siempre ocurre a mi edad&lt;br /&gt;Con un beso tímido&lt;br /&gt;Te di mi corazón&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-1568682499560025129?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/1568682499560025129/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=1568682499560025129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/1568682499560025129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/1568682499560025129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2012/02/musica-do-dia.html' title='Música do dia'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BG7wYmzfbys/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-1343825903852748486</id><published>2012-01-30T21:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-30T21:32:30.972Z</updated><title type='text'>Valores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jA7LHQIVgJs/TycMPxKuXFI/AAAAAAAACmc/H1YCILdgZ94/s1600/fairy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jA7LHQIVgJs/TycMPxKuXFI/AAAAAAAACmc/H1YCILdgZ94/s320/fairy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703540918123912274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os valores estão relacionados uns com os outros, como se fossem membros de uma grande família; da Paz e da Felicidade surge o Contentamento interno.&lt;br /&gt;Deste estado de plenitude, o Amor acorda e com ele o desejo de Partilhar e Doar.&lt;br /&gt;Dois outros familiares do amor são o Respeito e a Tolerância.&lt;br /&gt;Todos os valores têm uma raiz comum que os une - a paz da espiritualidade.&lt;br /&gt;Quando perde a sua paz, começa a perder tudo.&lt;br /&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/13788418-1343825903852748486?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/1343825903852748486/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=1343825903852748486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/1343825903852748486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/1343825903852748486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2012/01/valores.html' title='Valores'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jA7LHQIVgJs/TycMPxKuXFI/AAAAAAAACmc/H1YCILdgZ94/s72-c/fairy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-7588280193141789202</id><published>2012-01-29T20:49:00.007Z</published><updated>2012-01-29T21:08:02.515Z</updated><title type='text'>Australian Open 2012 Men´s Final</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QbvCbAKf_6E/TyW0HULNcSI/AAAAAAAACmE/EFLfIcDzfYM/s1600/f_nadal-djokovic_14_73.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QbvCbAKf_6E/TyW0HULNcSI/AAAAAAAACmE/EFLfIcDzfYM/s320/f_nadal-djokovic_14_73.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703162540902412578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LrFE97NE7mE/TyWz_RDI9nI/AAAAAAAACl4/1_TO-64GpYU/s1600/nadal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LrFE97NE7mE/TyWz_RDI9nI/AAAAAAAACl4/1_TO-64GpYU/s320/nadal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703162402624304754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_texto"&gt;“Rafa, tu és um dos melhores  tenistas de sempre, um dos mais respeitados no circuito. Hoje, fizemos  história. Infelizmente, não podia haver dois vencedores e desejo-te o  melhor para o resto da época. Espero que tenhamos muitas mais finais”,  disse Novak Djokovic com a Norman Brookes Challenge Cup na mão, no  seguimento da vitória, por 5-7, 6-4, 6-2, 6-7 (5-7) e 7-5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_texto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_texto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In Público&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_texto"&gt;O encontro durou quase seis horas e foi uma final imprópria para cardíacos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_texto"&gt;Escusado será dizer que, apesar de gostar dos dois tenistas, o meu coração e apoio estavam e estarão sempre com Rafael Nadal que ultimamente se vê "grego" para derrotar o nº1 do ranking mundial - Novak Djokovic.&lt;br /&gt;Venha de lá o próximo torneio que estarei torcendo por ele.&lt;br /&gt;"Vamos a ganar Rafa!" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_texto"&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/13788418-7588280193141789202?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/7588280193141789202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=7588280193141789202&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/7588280193141789202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/7588280193141789202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2012/01/australian-open-2012-mens-final.html' title='Australian Open 2012 Men´s Final'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QbvCbAKf_6E/TyW0HULNcSI/AAAAAAAACmE/EFLfIcDzfYM/s72-c/f_nadal-djokovic_14_73.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-6819880113085830465</id><published>2012-01-28T14:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-28T14:22:13.678Z</updated><title type='text'>Felicidade e Tristeza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RbU4TqVXYUk/TyQEbtOEOBI/AAAAAAAACls/1VJZVyulo-o/s1600/HappySad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RbU4TqVXYUk/TyQEbtOEOBI/AAAAAAAACls/1VJZVyulo-o/s320/HappySad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702687902199461906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Não rejeite a tristeza e não se apegue à felicidade. Logo você entenderá  que a felicidade e a tristeza são dois aspectos da mesma moeda. Então  você verá que a felicidade também traz em si uma tristeza e a tristeza  traz em si uma felicidade"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Osho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-6819880113085830465?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/6819880113085830465/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=6819880113085830465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/6819880113085830465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/6819880113085830465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2012/01/felicidade-e-tristeza.html' title='Felicidade e Tristeza'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RbU4TqVXYUk/TyQEbtOEOBI/AAAAAAAACls/1VJZVyulo-o/s72-c/HappySad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-5118371768027999160</id><published>2012-01-26T21:50:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-26T21:58:42.033Z</updated><title type='text'>Paz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DLSVuZ_UHNg/TyHMS1FdnTI/AAAAAAAAClg/67VSj0rssEw/s1600/sad-anime-princess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DLSVuZ_UHNg/TyHMS1FdnTI/AAAAAAAAClg/67VSj0rssEw/s320/sad-anime-princess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702063227087461682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A sua paz não é perdida devido às circunstâncias, mas por causa da luta criada na sua mente, entre o que pensa que deveria estar a acontecer e o que realmente está a acontecer. Aceitar, não significa ser passivo; é estar consciente da realidade e começar a trabalhar a partir deste ponto de partida.&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/13788418-5118371768027999160?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/5118371768027999160/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=5118371768027999160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/5118371768027999160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/5118371768027999160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2012/01/paz.html' title='Paz'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DLSVuZ_UHNg/TyHMS1FdnTI/AAAAAAAAClg/67VSj0rssEw/s72-c/sad-anime-princess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-6191069813253084570</id><published>2012-01-23T15:55:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-23T16:00:52.544Z</updated><title type='text'>A Sociedade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nfvuB_e1toU/Tx2DyvXQgRI/AAAAAAAACkY/URyAP9YdkLk/s1600/Anime_Th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700857611051630866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nfvuB_e1toU/Tx2DyvXQgRI/AAAAAAAACkY/URyAP9YdkLk/s320/Anime_Th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“Quando você perceber que, para produzir, precisa obter a autorização de quem não produz nada; quando comprovar que o dinheiro flui para quem negocia, não com bens, mas com favores; quando perceber que muitos ficam ricos pelo suborno e por influência, mais do que pelo trabalho, e que as leis não nos protegem deles mas, pelo contrário, são eles que estão protegidos de você; quando perceber que a corrupção é recompensada e a honestidade se converte em auto-sacrifício; então poderá afirmar, sem temor de errar, que sua sociedade está condenada.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Frase da filósofa russo-americana Ayn Rand (judia, fugitiva da revolução russa, que chegou aos Estados Unidos na metade da década de 1920), mostrando uma visão com conhecimento de causa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recebi este e-mail há dias e partilho aqui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-6191069813253084570?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/6191069813253084570/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=6191069813253084570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/6191069813253084570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/6191069813253084570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2012/01/sociedade.html' title='A Sociedade'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nfvuB_e1toU/Tx2DyvXQgRI/AAAAAAAACkY/URyAP9YdkLk/s72-c/Anime_Th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-9192472491543919881</id><published>2012-01-16T21:51:00.006Z</published><updated>2012-01-16T22:09:01.087Z</updated><title type='text'>Haja Fé</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpwIyjIFAPA/TxSf87g9JUI/AAAAAAAACkM/enHxAE6Ag1g/s1600/militaryanime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpwIyjIFAPA/TxSf87g9JUI/AAAAAAAACkM/enHxAE6Ag1g/s320/militaryanime.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698355297647404354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando queremos ou desejamos muito uma coisa devemos lutar e nunca perder a Fé de que vamos alcançar esse desejo. No entanto, até que ponto é que sabemos no nosso âmago que é isso que realmente queremos ou desejamos?&lt;br /&gt;Há um certo momento em toda a luta em que paramos e questionamos se realmente vale a pena.&lt;br /&gt;Daí se falar em não se perder a Fé.&lt;br /&gt;A Fé em nós, a Fé no que desejamos, a Fé no nosso coração, a Fé numa força maior que a nossa que se encontra sempre connosco nos bons e maus momentos, a Fé numa religião, a Fé na concretização do desejo.&lt;br /&gt;Então haja Fé e se não conquistamos tudo o que desejamos é porque não é a hora nem o lugar.&lt;br /&gt;É porque não estamos preparados. É porque não é oportuno e temos que "evoluir" mais um pouco. É porque não é o melhor para nós, por mais que sintamos o contrário.&lt;br /&gt;Haja Fé e muito Optimismo.&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/13788418-9192472491543919881?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/9192472491543919881/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=9192472491543919881&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/9192472491543919881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/9192472491543919881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2012/01/haja-fe.html' title='Haja Fé'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpwIyjIFAPA/TxSf87g9JUI/AAAAAAAACkM/enHxAE6Ag1g/s72-c/militaryanime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-3440666016606417029</id><published>2012-01-15T19:34:00.004Z</published><updated>2012-01-15T19:42:04.905Z</updated><title type='text'>Momentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3MeNIivMJi4/TxMreX66SCI/AAAAAAAACjo/LHflzXllt7E/s1600/Pensamentos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3MeNIivMJi4/TxMreX66SCI/AAAAAAAACjo/LHflzXllt7E/s320/Pensamentos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697945754370983970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há momentos em que se torna necessário introverter-se, silenciar a mente, e mergulhar no mundo profundo dos nossos pensamentos mais elevados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E estes últimos dias foram e estão a ser muito intensos nesse aspecto, para além de uma ansiedade terrível que teima em tomar conta dos pequenos e grandes momentos que se querem de sossego e descanso.&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/13788418-3440666016606417029?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/3440666016606417029/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=3440666016606417029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/3440666016606417029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/3440666016606417029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2012/01/momentos.html' title='Momentos'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3MeNIivMJi4/TxMreX66SCI/AAAAAAAACjo/LHflzXllt7E/s72-c/Pensamentos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-1357868372921315746</id><published>2012-01-10T16:22:00.004Z</published><updated>2012-01-10T16:31:13.185Z</updated><title type='text'>O Barulho da Carroça</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-THkLHVBJfjI/TwxnKglCDUI/AAAAAAAACjc/VtBPOnSBOco/s1600/carro%25C3%25A7a.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696041058958445890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-THkLHVBJfjI/TwxnKglCDUI/AAAAAAAACjc/VtBPOnSBOco/s320/carro%25C3%25A7a.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Certa manhã, meu pai, muito sábio, convidou-me a dar um passeio no bosque e eu aceitei com prazer. Ele se deteve em uma clareira e depois de um pequeno silencio me perguntou: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além do cantar dos pássaros, você está ouvindo mais alguma coisa? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apurei os ouvidos alguns segundos e respondi: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Estou ouvindo um barulho de carroça. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Isso mesmo, disse meu pai, é uma carroça vazia .... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Perguntei ao meu pai: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como pode saber que a carroça está vazia, se ainda não a vimos? &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ora, respondeu meu pai, é muito fácil saber que uma carroça está vazia por causa do barulho. Quanto mais vazia a carroça, maior é o barulho que faz.&lt;br /&gt;Tornei-me adulto, e até hoje, quando vejo uma pessoa falando demais, gritando (no sentido de intimidar), tratando o próximo com grossura inoportuna, prepotente, interrompendo a conversa de todo mundo, e querendo demonstrar que é a dona da razão e da verdade absoluta, tenho a impressão de ouvir a voz do meu pai dizendo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quanto mais vazia a carroça, mais barulho ela faz..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tenho ao meu redor muita gente com as suas carroças vazias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É curioso como este texto se aplica tão bem à realidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-1357868372921315746?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/1357868372921315746/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=1357868372921315746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/1357868372921315746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/1357868372921315746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-barulho-da-carroca.html' title='O Barulho da Carroça'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-THkLHVBJfjI/TwxnKglCDUI/AAAAAAAACjc/VtBPOnSBOco/s72-c/carro%25C3%25A7a.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-3786484275125704858</id><published>2012-01-09T09:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-09T09:51:51.732Z</updated><title type='text'>A lei do retorno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SxGxvy0xXHE/Twq4f2hQHrI/AAAAAAAACjQ/zn-_Sfzd9MM/s1600/AnimePaperwallpapers_Somedays-Dream%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695567536113852082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SxGxvy0xXHE/Twq4f2hQHrI/AAAAAAAACjQ/zn-_Sfzd9MM/s320/AnimePaperwallpapers_Somedays-Dream%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Mantenha sempre no pensamento, de que tudo o que está a realizar nesta vida é para si próprio: acções elevadas produzem frutos elevados." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É a eterna Lei do Retorno. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-3786484275125704858?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/3786484275125704858/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=3786484275125704858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/3786484275125704858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/3786484275125704858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2012/01/lei-do-retorno.html' title='A lei do retorno'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SxGxvy0xXHE/Twq4f2hQHrI/AAAAAAAACjQ/zn-_Sfzd9MM/s72-c/AnimePaperwallpapers_Somedays-Dream%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-7075017633070885146</id><published>2012-01-08T14:54:00.004Z</published><updated>2012-01-08T15:10:36.278Z</updated><title type='text'>Sherlock  Holmes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nxVrY4xf48w/TwmuZqk7NXI/AAAAAAAACi4/X0I5xkTQzMs/s1600/SherlockHolmesAGameOfShadowsPoster-400x584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nxVrY4xf48w/TwmuZqk7NXI/AAAAAAAACi4/X0I5xkTQzMs/s320/SherlockHolmesAGameOfShadowsPoster-400x584.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695274959735829874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tenho que ver este filme. Parece-me melhor que o primeiro pelo que vi no trailer.&lt;br /&gt;Então "let´s look at the trailer"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trailer 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 500px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QU0SEeQJy0c?version=3&amp;feature=player_detailpage"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QU0SEeQJy0c?version=3&amp;feature=player_detailpage" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="500" height="360"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trailer 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/77UdYWDkgVE?version=3&amp;feature=player_detailpage"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/77UdYWDkgVE?version=3&amp;feature=player_detailpage" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="500" height="360"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Game of Shadows"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Dear! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-7075017633070885146?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/7075017633070885146/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=7075017633070885146&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/7075017633070885146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/7075017633070885146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2012/01/sherlock-holmes.html' title='Sherlock  Holmes'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nxVrY4xf48w/TwmuZqk7NXI/AAAAAAAACi4/X0I5xkTQzMs/s72-c/SherlockHolmesAGameOfShadowsPoster-400x584.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-2637886830171049776</id><published>2012-01-04T10:47:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-04T10:53:32.946Z</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos de início de ano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DgRE3Szsbck/TwQvdWajQMI/AAAAAAAACig/kxYr0Gk3DeQ/s1600/134091-bigthumbnail%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693728010182803650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DgRE3Szsbck/TwQvdWajQMI/AAAAAAAACig/kxYr0Gk3DeQ/s320/134091-bigthumbnail%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pense nas várias situações que está a viver neste momento e encontre o motivo pelo qual estão presentes. Há sempre uma lição para aprender e algo novo que nos fará crescer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;FELIZ ANO NOVO! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-2637886830171049776?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/2637886830171049776/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=2637886830171049776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/2637886830171049776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/2637886830171049776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2012/01/pensamentos-de-inicio-de-ano.html' title='Pensamentos de início de ano'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DgRE3Szsbck/TwQvdWajQMI/AAAAAAAACig/kxYr0Gk3DeQ/s72-c/134091-bigthumbnail%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-6598498510798623921</id><published>2011-12-27T22:40:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-12-27T22:45:09.633Z</updated><title type='text'>Fantástico</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oOoJNcSuK_c?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="385" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-6598498510798623921?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/6598498510798623921/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=6598498510798623921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/6598498510798623921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/6598498510798623921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/12/fantastico.html' title='Fantástico'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/oOoJNcSuK_c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-2131695155377314661</id><published>2011-12-24T13:43:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-24T13:49:47.776Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Natal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YhHDI_Hl8h0/TvXXF1S76uI/AAAAAAAACh8/b8h7X4dQPa8/s1600/ChristmasAnime1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YhHDI_Hl8h0/TvXXF1S76uI/AAAAAAAACh8/b8h7X4dQPa8/s320/ChristmasAnime1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689690199458310882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Que neste Natal você desfrute cada momento com imensa alegria e que seja formado um elo de Saúde, Paz, Amizade e Amor... e se possível, que esse elo perdure todo o ano :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-2131695155377314661?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/2131695155377314661/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=2131695155377314661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/2131695155377314661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/2131695155377314661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/12/feliz-natal.html' title='Feliz Natal!'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YhHDI_Hl8h0/TvXXF1S76uI/AAAAAAAACh8/b8h7X4dQPa8/s72-c/ChristmasAnime1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-7425293132250916019</id><published>2011-12-14T21:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-14T21:15:14.117Z</updated><title type='text'>Harmonia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kL6EGtdelts/TukRwMJqGUI/AAAAAAAAChA/-l54_4aelsg/s1600/harmony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kL6EGtdelts/TukRwMJqGUI/AAAAAAAAChA/-l54_4aelsg/s320/harmony.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686095524125088066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Harmonia nasce do trabalho conjunto entre a Maturidade, o Silêncio e o Amor ao próximo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-7425293132250916019?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/7425293132250916019/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=7425293132250916019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/7425293132250916019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/7425293132250916019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/12/harmonia.html' title='Harmonia'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kL6EGtdelts/TukRwMJqGUI/AAAAAAAAChA/-l54_4aelsg/s72-c/harmony.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-719783992264135451</id><published>2011-11-24T22:49:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-24T22:56:21.075Z</updated><title type='text'>Amizade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GQko55Gwyu8/Ts7LOenmO5I/AAAAAAAACg0/jbElS-hc0-c/s1600/fairy%2Bgirl%2Bhugging%2Bpillow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GQko55Gwyu8/Ts7LOenmO5I/AAAAAAAACg0/jbElS-hc0-c/s320/fairy%2Bgirl%2Bhugging%2Bpillow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678699629758528402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Para conhecermos os amigos é necessário passar pelo sucesso e pela  desgraça. No sucesso, verificamos a quantidade e, na desgraça, a  qualidade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Confúcio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/13788418-719783992264135451?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/719783992264135451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=719783992264135451&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/719783992264135451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/719783992264135451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/11/amizade.html' title='Amizade'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GQko55Gwyu8/Ts7LOenmO5I/AAAAAAAACg0/jbElS-hc0-c/s72-c/fairy%2Bgirl%2Bhugging%2Bpillow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-5341053461772555296</id><published>2011-11-23T22:43:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-23T22:51:49.859Z</updated><title type='text'>Passado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NK4aqo6EvyU/Ts142lZvJoI/AAAAAAAACgo/vlgs40_ZUmw/s1600/lotus_fairy_yoga_fairy_lily_art_print-p228062189160678582qzz0_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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Se quiser avançar, deixe que o passado seja passado, à medida que vira as páginas da sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-5341053461772555296?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/5341053461772555296/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=5341053461772555296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/5341053461772555296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/5341053461772555296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/11/passado.html' title='Passado'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NK4aqo6EvyU/Ts142lZvJoI/AAAAAAAACgo/vlgs40_ZUmw/s72-c/lotus_fairy_yoga_fairy_lily_art_print-p228062189160678582qzz0_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-8818093809076617912</id><published>2011-11-22T22:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-22T22:22:48.217Z</updated><title type='text'>Doçura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QIwjTOcobHs/TswgbwuAagI/AAAAAAAACgc/gk_ZDwaJq_M/s1600/CandyFairy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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Em cada situação, profundamente, há algo bom. É preciso apenas um pouco de paciência para olhar e encontrar isso. Quando somos capazes de entender o segredo por trás do que está acontecendo, isto naturalmente traz doçura às nossas vidas. Assim seremos capazes de espalhar isso para os outros também. Eu deveria ser capaz de ver o que há de bom em tudo o que acontece durante todo o dia. Mesmo que eu não seja capaz de descobrir algo de bom naquele momento, eu deveria manter a fé de que tudo o que acontece é para o melhor.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:150%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Brahma Kumaris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-8818093809076617912?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/8818093809076617912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=8818093809076617912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/8818093809076617912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/8818093809076617912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/11/docura.html' title='Doçura'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QIwjTOcobHs/TswgbwuAagI/AAAAAAAACgc/gk_ZDwaJq_M/s72-c/CandyFairy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-3646324411728677783</id><published>2011-11-21T12:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-21T12:30:57.171Z</updated><title type='text'>Espelhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eb-SDcPB_bk/TspCIkmuV7I/AAAAAAAACf4/YyqkTf7OT2s/s1600/mirror.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677422995286415282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eb-SDcPB_bk/TspCIkmuV7I/AAAAAAAACf4/YyqkTf7OT2s/s320/mirror.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas pessoas cruzam-se connosco e fazem-nos perder a paciência, o Centro.&lt;br /&gt;E, por vezes, até parece que gostam de testar os nossos limites.&lt;br /&gt;Quando percebemos que podemos entrar numa de confronto físico ou verbal, devemo-nos lembrar do seguinte: eles são nossos espelhos…&lt;br /&gt;E se ainda não for suficiente e estiver mesmo para lhe achatar o nariz com as costas da mão, LEMBRE-SE SEMPRE: partir um espelho dá 7 anos de azar!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-3646324411728677783?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/3646324411728677783/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=3646324411728677783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/3646324411728677783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/3646324411728677783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/11/espelhos.html' title='Espelhos'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eb-SDcPB_bk/TspCIkmuV7I/AAAAAAAACf4/YyqkTf7OT2s/s72-c/mirror.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-1847692748902411844</id><published>2011-10-11T21:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T21:27:46.190+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah e tal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_7Nma8Xjdxs/TpSmbOWj8qI/AAAAAAAACew/LPGdTSzOqcM/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_7Nma8Xjdxs/TpSmbOWj8qI/AAAAAAAACew/LPGdTSzOqcM/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662333618150961826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh e Tal...&lt;br /&gt;...os combustíveis estão mais caros e a crise é grande, cada vez recebemos menos e tal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum?&lt;br /&gt;Então e o que é que se tem passado ultimamente no trânsito que está todo maluco?&lt;br /&gt;Haverá todos os dias greves de transportes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Façam lá o favor de ir trabalhar de outra forma que hoje já tenho dores terríveis nos músculos de andar no pára arranca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sim, para o mês que vem acho que vou optar por andar de transportes... canso-me menos apesar das esperas e secas que vou apanhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto para não falar na opção motinha acelera vrum vrum que me anda a piscar o olho!&lt;br /&gt;Sempre e mais agradável do que levar com sovaquinhos alheios mal lavados nos transportes :)&lt;br /&gt;Ihihih! Hoje estou impossível...&lt;br /&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/13788418-1847692748902411844?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/1847692748902411844/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=1847692748902411844&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/1847692748902411844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/1847692748902411844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/10/ah-e-tal.html' title='Ah e tal...'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_7Nma8Xjdxs/TpSmbOWj8qI/AAAAAAAACew/LPGdTSzOqcM/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-2364411023500637078</id><published>2011-10-05T21:57:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T21:28:41.337+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bad! Mea Culpa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sei que nunca mais apareci por aqui... mas não é por nada em especial...apenas porque me dediquei a outras coisas e porque estou viciada no youtube... o que me retira bastante tempo ao pouco que tenho :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O meu canito já está recuperado da doença que o atingiu. Entretanto fui de férias mas já voltei ao trabuco e hoje foi dia de "dolce fare niente", apenas saí de casa para lavar o meu pópó, o qual está uns 100 quilos mais leve, tal era a poeirada que tinha em cima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que tenho a dizer sobre o feriado de hoje: "Viva a Independência de Portugal". Pelo menos a que se celebra a 5 de Outubro, porque independentes é coisa que já não estamos há muito tempo, pelo menos desde de 1986...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, politiquices à parte deixo aqui este cantinho com um videozeco bem giro, não fosse ele relacionado com fadas. Beijocas e Boa Semana :)&lt;br /&gt;Sim, prometo vir cá mais vezes escrever os disparates do costume...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZJlsHD8RQWk" allowfullscreen="" width="500" frameborder="0" height="315"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-2364411023500637078?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/2364411023500637078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=2364411023500637078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/2364411023500637078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/2364411023500637078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-bad.html' title='My Bad! Mea Culpa!'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ZJlsHD8RQWk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-7018317086706060865</id><published>2011-08-05T14:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T14:24:05.601+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu melhor amigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e_cBsziTE6g/TjvuhKgaMZI/AAAAAAAACeI/c5r6e-jZ9uY/s1600/AnimeDogAvvy%255B1%255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637361612107690386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e_cBsziTE6g/TjvuhKgaMZI/AAAAAAAACeI/c5r6e-jZ9uY/s320/AnimeDogAvvy%255B1%255D.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O meu melhor amigo, o meu menino, o meu filhote de quatro patas está muito doente e internado desde Sábado e eu ando triste e cheia de saudades dele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Só espero que melhore bem rápido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O que tem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ainda não descobriram... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-7018317086706060865?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/7018317086706060865/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=7018317086706060865&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/7018317086706060865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/7018317086706060865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-meu-melhor-amigo.html' title='O meu melhor amigo'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e_cBsziTE6g/TjvuhKgaMZI/AAAAAAAACeI/c5r6e-jZ9uY/s72-c/AnimeDogAvvy%255B1%255D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-8235987594289489677</id><published>2011-07-29T21:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T22:13:10.387+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentos</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/-LgfLbPUQWkg/TjMerymGTYI/AAAAAAAACeA/dwm9ffTc0NQ/s1600/momentos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LgfLbPUQWkg/TjMerymGTYI/AAAAAAAACeA/dwm9ffTc0NQ/s320/momentos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634881296435400066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Há momentos no dia a dia em que estamos efusivos, contentes, de bem com a vida, em que partilhamos as mais inocentes ideias e frases com os nossos entes queridos, amigos ou conhecidos.&lt;br /&gt;Há depois outros momentos, de verdadeira introspecção, de alheamento, de dúvidas, de não saber muito bem qual a nossa verdadeira missão neste mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda há aqueles de frustração e desgosto, de que tudo e todos parecem desiludir-nos. De que tudo e todos nos magoam até há mais básica das ideias.&lt;br /&gt;Por fim, há aqueles momentos em que o desespero é sentimento dominante. Em que calados gritamos até rasgarmos a voz por dentro, até nos faltar o ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meio de tantos momentos, uns mais outros menos compete-nos a nós não duvidarmos que nada acontece por acaso. Por mais ilógico que pareça, serve para o nosso crescimento interior. Compete-nos a nós ultrapassar todas barreiras e procurar as saídas dos labirintos de emoções a que estamos diariamente expostos, procurando sempre a Paz. Paz de alma, de espírito... simplesmente Paz.&lt;br /&gt;Quando momentos mais negativos persistem e insistem, o silêncio e a meditação costumam ajudar a clarificar a situação. A distância e a introspecção também.&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre temos que compreender na altura a razão do momento negativo existir, às vezes compreendemos mais tarde, outras vezes logo a seguir e outras vezes...nunca. O que interessa é que essa situação seja lembrada ou relembrada com muito Amor. Só assim é possível seguir em frente mais rico em experiência e conhecimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada momento da nossa vida é único e deve ser entendido como um sinal colocado no nosso caminho evolutivo.&lt;br /&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/13788418-8235987594289489677?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/8235987594289489677/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=8235987594289489677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/8235987594289489677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/8235987594289489677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/07/momentos.html' title='Momentos'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LgfLbPUQWkg/TjMerymGTYI/AAAAAAAACeA/dwm9ffTc0NQ/s72-c/momentos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-1316630589590453075</id><published>2011-07-28T18:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T18:10:34.815+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Significado das coisas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--RKAINpV1YQ/TjGXgZbzBzI/AAAAAAAACd4/AxipHU39VSI/s1600/anjo-lilas.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--RKAINpV1YQ/TjGXgZbzBzI/AAAAAAAACd4/AxipHU39VSI/s320/anjo-lilas.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634451191656286002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;O seu esforço para viver e trabalhar, suas&lt;br /&gt;dificuldades, têm um alto significado.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nada é feito sem finalidade, sem valor.&lt;br /&gt;Cada pensamento, cada palavra, cada ato,&lt;br /&gt;representa algo para o seu destino&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; final.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;E a cada passo dado com amor você&lt;br /&gt;cresce, aperfeiçoa-se, sublima-se.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, a luta redime. Você supera resistências.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;O destino final de todos é a infinita&lt;br /&gt;felicidade e a perfeita comunhão com Deus.&lt;/p&gt;Tirado &lt;a href="http://www.portalangels.com/mensagens_e_poesias/mensagem-do-dia/tudo-tem-significado.html"&gt;daqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-1316630589590453075?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/1316630589590453075/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=1316630589590453075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/1316630589590453075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/1316630589590453075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-significado-das-coisas.html' title='O Significado das coisas'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--RKAINpV1YQ/TjGXgZbzBzI/AAAAAAAACd4/AxipHU39VSI/s72-c/anjo-lilas.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-5438638655689355268</id><published>2011-07-27T22:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T22:54:25.531+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Rio e o Oceano</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/-igrot3afSjs/TjCI9MrgpeI/AAAAAAAACdw/FhtBZncIp7I/s1600/Rio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-igrot3afSjs/TjCI9MrgpeI/AAAAAAAACdw/FhtBZncIp7I/s320/Rio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634153718797608418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Diz-se que, mesmo antes de um rio cair no oceano ele treme de medo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Olha para trás, para toda a jornada,os cumes, as montanhas, o longo caminho sinuoso através das florestas, através dos povoados, e vê à sua frente um oceano tão vasto que entrar nele nada mais é do que desaparecer para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas não há outra maneira. O rio não pode voltar.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém pode voltar.Voltar é impossível na existência. Você pode apenas ir em frente.&lt;br /&gt;O rio precisa se arriscar e entrar no oceano. E somente quando ele entra no oceano é que o medo&lt;br /&gt;desaparece. Porque apenas então o rio saberá que não se trata de desaparecer no oceano, mas tornar-se oceano. Por um lado é desaparecimento e por outro lado é renascimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim somos nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só podemos ir em frente e arriscar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coragem !! Avance firme e torne-se Oceano!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="fr0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Osho"&gt;Osho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/osho/" class="autor"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-5438638655689355268?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/5438638655689355268/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=5438638655689355268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/5438638655689355268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/5438638655689355268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-rio-e-o-oceano.html' title='O Rio e o Oceano'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-igrot3afSjs/TjCI9MrgpeI/AAAAAAAACdw/FhtBZncIp7I/s72-c/Rio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-374593068069752791</id><published>2011-07-26T22:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T22:16:12.484+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>O som de hoje</title><content type='html'>Caroline Lavelle - All I Have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/d_l1_MbY4DA" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was a time&lt;br /&gt;I gave too much away&lt;br /&gt;And many times&lt;br /&gt;I craved a touch too deeply&lt;br /&gt;Now I stand on my own alone&lt;br /&gt;There was a time, but that has gone for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause all I have is me&lt;br /&gt;And all I need you can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you choose to lose yourself to me&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind to save your mystery&lt;br /&gt;And my soul stays mine stays mine&lt;br /&gt;And you can grow entwined yet still be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause all I have is me&lt;br /&gt;And all i need you can see&lt;br /&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/13788418-374593068069752791?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/374593068069752791/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=374593068069752791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/374593068069752791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/374593068069752791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-som-de-hoje.html' title='O som de hoje'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/d_l1_MbY4DA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-2865116673089966401</id><published>2011-07-25T22:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T23:07:08.769+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Apontamentos do dia a dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4eHblOvKe2s/Ti3oOyUwiDI/AAAAAAAACdo/iXYZLYW6dH4/s1600/paisagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4eHblOvKe2s/Ti3oOyUwiDI/AAAAAAAACdo/iXYZLYW6dH4/s320/paisagem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633414049635010610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje tive que sair do meu "cantinho" que me colocava imperturbável, serena, calma e pacífica para ensinar a quem já devia saber, o que é o Respeito.&lt;br /&gt;O que é termos consideração uns pelos outros.&lt;br /&gt;O que é termos em conta os sentimentos do outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tive que ensinar a pessoas que se colocam acima dos restantes mortais que a falta disso não é correcto.&lt;br /&gt;Não é bonito.&lt;br /&gt;Não é esse o caminho.&lt;br /&gt;Não estamos sozinhos neste mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Não somos superiores a ninguém e a competição é algo que degenera verdadeiramente, mais do que o próprio envelhecimento cronológico. Sadia até certo ponto, doença quando vai para além dos limites dos nossos semelhantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De nada valem discussões e brigas, mas alertar nunca fez mal a ninguém. Muito pelo contrário, ajuda a abrir os horizontes de quem anda adormecido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respeitem-se e façam-se respeitar sempre com muito Amor nos vossos Corações.&lt;br /&gt;Respeitem os animais.&lt;br /&gt;Respeitem a natureza.&lt;br /&gt;Respeitem-se a vocês próprios e serão respeitados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paz e muita Luz para todos :)&lt;br /&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/13788418-2865116673089966401?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/2865116673089966401/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=2865116673089966401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/2865116673089966401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/2865116673089966401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/07/apontamentos-do-dia-dia.html' title='Apontamentos do dia a dia'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4eHblOvKe2s/Ti3oOyUwiDI/AAAAAAAACdo/iXYZLYW6dH4/s72-c/paisagem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-1546724853870762091</id><published>2011-07-24T22:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T22:26:43.316+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Uma musiquinha suave</title><content type='html'>Um pequeno apontamento antes de começar a semana:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RJWpgnY1B0E" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobri recentemente esta cantora... &lt;br /&gt;Gostei!&lt;br /&gt;Por isso partilhei!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-1546724853870762091?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/1546724853870762091/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=1546724853870762091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/1546724853870762091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/1546724853870762091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/07/uma-musiquinha-suave.html' title='Uma musiquinha suave'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/RJWpgnY1B0E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-2540688971543594534</id><published>2011-07-23T18:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T18:11:52.285+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lua Minguante'/><title type='text'>Lua Minguante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8RnhMD1sy3o/TisAv-I3KTI/AAAAAAAACdY/WnIb3aoZ9EM/s1600/fases-da-lua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8RnhMD1sy3o/TisAv-I3KTI/AAAAAAAACdY/WnIb3aoZ9EM/s320/fases-da-lua.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632596583090956594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começou hoje às 08:49 e aqui vão algumas curiosidades que vi &lt;a href="http://www.lyndha.com/lua/luaindex.htm"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1 -O período é favorável ao inicio de dietas para emagrecer ou eliminar toxinas do organismo. Aproveite para rever sua alimentação e comece a fazer exercícios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2- Esta é uma fase de recolhimento e reflexão. Portanto, é o momento de resolver impasses e tomar decisões sobre assuntos importantes, esquecidos há algum tempo. Iniciar eventos que exijam estudos e concentração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3- A melhor época para iniciar um tratamento para fortalecer os cabelos é durante a Lua Minguante. Banhos de cremes ou preparados à base de proteínas são os mais indicados. Bom para cortar o cabelo ou conservar o corte; fazer depilação e limpeza de pele .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4- Os sete dias após a Lua Minguante são favoráveis ao planeamento de actividades e empreendimentos; à cortes de despesas e revisão de orçamento; ao término de tarefas, trabalhos dívidas e pendências; à solução criativa de problemas ligados ao passado; ao relacionamento com jovens, adolescentes e crianças; ao início de tratamentos de saúde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- Bom período para cirurgias.  período ideal para parar com hábitos e vícios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Você deve evitar actividades que requeiram divulgação; abrir negócios; fazer lançamentos e exposições.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-2540688971543594534?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/2540688971543594534/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=2540688971543594534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/2540688971543594534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/2540688971543594534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/07/lua-minguante.html' title='Lua Minguante'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8RnhMD1sy3o/TisAv-I3KTI/AAAAAAAACdY/WnIb3aoZ9EM/s72-c/fases-da-lua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-3361888867755525768</id><published>2011-07-20T22:44:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T22:54:42.507+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Almas Gémeas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PLg3hTRnAF4/TidNG0kfbVI/AAAAAAAACdQ/ObHEvvjRGEg/s1600/almas%2Bgemeas-thumb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PLg3hTRnAF4/TidNG0kfbVI/AAAAAAAACdQ/ObHEvvjRGEg/s320/almas%2Bgemeas-thumb.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631554638636346706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Como reconhecemos a nossa Alma Gémea ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No processo de reconhecimento existem alguns sintomas físicos :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;" - Numa conversa, perceber que esta flui como se as duas pessoas se conhecessem há muito tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Ao se preparar para dormir, ter a impressão da presença física da pessoa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Coincidências de situações na vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Sensações de estar em casa e em paz ao lado da pessoa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Não é uma paixão, com ansiedades, inseguranças &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;e expectativas comuns à paixão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Tem-se a certeza do eterno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Toda alma-gémea é anunciada em sonhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Existe um encanto no olhar, mesmo que a pessoa não seja bonita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Atracção enigmática pela pessoa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Sente-se a presença nítida mesmo quando distante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Sonha-se frequentemente com a pessoa, com impressões reais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Tem-se a sensação de que a busca acabou, com um sentimento de felicidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Geralmente, só aparece numa fase mais madura da vida;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Sensação de fazerem parte de um todo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Se têm filhos, eles são belos, inteligentes e saudáveis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Evitam o exagero sexual, embora sintam o desejo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Sensação de plenitude e optimismo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Ficam sintonizadas mental e espiritualmente; captam situações uma da outra, mesmo a distância.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Sensação de terem vivido as mesmas experiências e o desejo de compartilhar tudo de bom ou ruim com a pessoa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Existe ternura nas palavras, na voz e nos gestos. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;( Partes "" retiradas da revista sexto sentido )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Vi aqui:  &lt;a style="color: #003399;" href="http://caixadepandoran.blogspot.com/2011/03/almas-gemeas.html#ixzz1SgURd4V0"&gt;A Caixa de Pandora: Almas Gêmeas .&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para cada um de nós existe uma pessoa especial. Pode nos parecer  diferente, mas nosso coração a reconhece. Há entre ela e nós um laço  eterno, que nunca nos deixa sós.&lt;br /&gt;Percebemos uma súbita sensação de familiaridade, de conhecer aquela  pessoa em níveis mais profundos do que a mente consciente poderia  alcançar. Sabemos intuitivamente o que dizer, como ela vai reagir. Um  sentimento de segurança e uma confiança muito maior do que se poderia  atingir em        anos de convivência.&lt;br /&gt;O amor de almas gémeas é inesgotável, não diminui à medida que o  relacionamento continua, aumenta cada vez mais. Não existe namorado,  amante ou amado, muito menos divisões, desuniões ou desilusões.&lt;p&gt;        O amor das almas gémeas subsiste  noutros planos e noutras vidas.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt;É        eterno.&lt;/p&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Partilhado após leitura em vários sítios&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/13788418-3361888867755525768?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/3361888867755525768/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=3361888867755525768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/3361888867755525768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/3361888867755525768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/07/almas-gemeas.html' title='Almas Gémeas'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PLg3hTRnAF4/TidNG0kfbVI/AAAAAAAACdQ/ObHEvvjRGEg/s72-c/almas%2Bgemeas-thumb.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-4565143622951525427</id><published>2011-07-19T19:19:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T19:30:43.222+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ekJS1p2nic/TiXMou6HNaI/AAAAAAAACdI/UauLTL7tbMA/s1600/luz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ekJS1p2nic/TiXMou6HNaI/AAAAAAAACdI/UauLTL7tbMA/s320/luz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631131909255280034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:trackmoves/&gt;   &lt;w:trackformatting/&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:donotpromoteqf/&gt;   &lt;w:lidthemeother&gt;PT&lt;/w:LidThemeOther&gt;   &lt;w:lidthemeasian&gt;X-NONE&lt;/w:LidThemeAsian&gt;   &lt;w:lidthemecomplexscript&gt;X-NONE&lt;/w:LidThemeComplexScript&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;    &lt;w:splitpgbreakandparamark/&gt;    &lt;w:dontvertaligncellwithsp/&gt;    &lt;w:dontbreakconstrainedforcedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:dontvertalignintxbx/&gt;    &lt;w:word11kerningpairs/&gt;    &lt;w:cachedcolbalance/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;   &lt;m:mathpr&gt;    &lt;m:mathfont val="Cambria Math"&gt;    &lt;m:brkbin val="before"&gt;    &lt;m:brkbinsub val="&amp;#45;-"&gt;    &lt;m:smallfrac val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef/&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:mathPr&gt;&lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-theme"&gt;"Presta atenção em teus pensamentos, pois eles se tornarão palavras. Presta atenção em tuas palavras, pois elas se tornarão actos. Presta atenção em teus actos, pois eles se tornarão hábitos. Presta atenção em teus hábitos, pois eles se tornarão o teu carácter. Presta atenção em teu carácter, pois ele é o teu destino".&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Talmud&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-4565143622951525427?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/4565143622951525427/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=4565143622951525427&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/4565143622951525427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/4565143622951525427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/07/pensamentos.html' title='Pensamentos'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ekJS1p2nic/TiXMou6HNaI/AAAAAAAACdI/UauLTL7tbMA/s72-c/luz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-3517653335016652662</id><published>2011-07-18T18:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T18:53:16.307+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Na Política</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m5m_PCsQFAU/TiRyyC5bqNI/AAAAAAAACdA/r5A6sJ__OUc/s1600/Man%2Bof%2BThe%2BYear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m5m_PCsQFAU/TiRyyC5bqNI/AAAAAAAACdA/r5A6sJ__OUc/s320/Man%2Bof%2BThe%2BYear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630751638216747218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Precisamos de uma pessoa como esta que é retratada no filme "Man of The Year".&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não viram o filme? Então vejam que vale a pena e digam lá se não tenho razão.&lt;br /&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/13788418-3517653335016652662?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/3517653335016652662/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=3517653335016652662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/3517653335016652662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/3517653335016652662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/07/na-politica.html' title='Na Política'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m5m_PCsQFAU/TiRyyC5bqNI/AAAAAAAACdA/r5A6sJ__OUc/s72-c/Man%2Bof%2BThe%2BYear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-7963780959163083771</id><published>2011-07-15T19:26:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T19:57:03.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Guerreiros de Luz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j6iibv7LHq8/TiCJ1VlX-aI/AAAAAAAACcI/AT8rcTHcym8/s1600/warriorlight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j6iibv7LHq8/TiCJ1VlX-aI/AAAAAAAACcI/AT8rcTHcym8/s320/warriorlight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629651083633097122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Os guerreiros da luz com frequência perguntam o que estão fazendo aqui. Muitas vezes acham que suas vidas não tem sentido. Por isso são guerreiros da luz. Porque erram. Porque perguntam. Porque continuam a procurar um sentido. E terminarão encontrando.Todo guerreiro da luz precisa adquirir conhecimento, sabedoria, ser paciente, saber ouvir sempre o silêncio do seu coração, saber o momento certo de atacar ou de recuar. A vida não é feita somente de vitórias, muitas vezes o guerreiro da luz precisa passar pelas derrotas para aprender alguma lição e fortalecer, sem contudo deixar se abater pela derrota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um guerreiro da luz sabe que ninguém é tolo, e a vida ensina a todos, mesmo que isto exija tempo. Ele sempre dá o melhor de si, se espelha o melhor dos outros. Além disso, procura mostrar a todo mundo, com generosidade, do quanto cada um é capaz. Alguns companheiros comentam, existem pessoas ingratas. O guerreiro não se abala com isto. E continua estimulando seu próximo, porque é uma maneira de estimular a si mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;" &gt;Todo guerreiro da luz já ficou com medo de entrar em combate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;" &gt;Todo guerreiro da luz já traiu e mentiu no passado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;" &gt;Todo guerreiro da luz já trilhou um caminho que não era o dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;" &gt;Todo guerreiro da luz, já sofreu por coisas sem importância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;" &gt;Todo guerreiro da luz já achou que não era guerreiro da luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;" &gt;Todo guerreiro da luz já falhou em suas obrigações espirituais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Todo guerreiro da luz já disse sim quando queria dizer não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=" Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;" &gt;Todo guerreiro da luz já feriu alguém que amava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;" &gt;Por isso é um guerreiro da luz, porque passou por tudo isso, e não perdeu a esperança de ser melhor do que era. Um guerreiro da luz não é covarde.&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt; Quando o guerreiro da luz começa a plantar o seu jardim, repara que o vizinho está ali, espiando. Ele gosta de dar palpites sobre como semear as acções, adubar os pensamentos, regar as conquistas. Se der atenção ao que ele esta dizendo, terminará fazendo um trabalho que não é o seu, o jardim de que agora cuida será ideia do vizinho. Mas um verdadeiro guerreiro da luz sabe que cada jardim tem seus ministérios, que só a mão paciente do jardineiro é capaz de decifrar. Por isso, prefere concentrar-se no sol, na chuva, nas estações. Sabe que o tolo dá palpites sobre o jardim alheio, não está cuidando de suas plantas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somos todos Guerreiros da Luz não devemos nunca perder a esperança, a fé, diante dos desafios da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=" Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fonte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial;" &gt; Manual do Guerreiro da Luz- Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-7963780959163083771?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/7963780959163083771/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=7963780959163083771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/7963780959163083771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/7963780959163083771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/07/guerreiros-de-luz.html' title='Guerreiros de Luz'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j6iibv7LHq8/TiCJ1VlX-aI/AAAAAAAACcI/AT8rcTHcym8/s72-c/warriorlight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-162779060872899434</id><published>2011-06-13T14:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T15:01:44.122+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai Santo António!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vZ3g2cMe5q0/TfYYMBw4FkI/AAAAAAAACbY/vsqdXUyvDdk/s1600/santo_antonio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vZ3g2cMe5q0/TfYYMBw4FkI/AAAAAAAACbY/vsqdXUyvDdk/s320/santo_antonio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617704180102207042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Santo Antoninho!&lt;br /&gt;Por este dia de "dolce fare niente", recebe um "Obrigadinho!"...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-162779060872899434?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/162779060872899434/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=162779060872899434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/162779060872899434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/162779060872899434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/06/ai-santo-antonio.html' title='Ai Santo António!'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vZ3g2cMe5q0/TfYYMBw4FkI/AAAAAAAACbY/vsqdXUyvDdk/s72-c/santo_antonio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-1803631399495135350</id><published>2011-05-21T19:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T19:09:26.089+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-fdeAMDwSI/Tdf_xYcyI9I/AAAAAAAACbM/KFsnHixusqo/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-fdeAMDwSI/Tdf_xYcyI9I/AAAAAAAACbM/KFsnHixusqo/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609233084755092434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em apenas 3 semanas consegui ficar sem o meu carro que gripou (Paz à sua Alma) e tive um acidente pela primeira vez com outro carro. Foi apenas uma batida pequena que partiu o para choques e amolgou um pouco o capot.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda agora estou para perceber os subtis sinais que o Universo me está a tentar dar. Enquanto não descubro fico-me por aí, muito quieta e alerta quando ao mesmo tempo tento perceber que raio de mês é este que nunca mais acaba...&lt;br /&gt;Será motivo de celebração?&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando a alegria teima em abandonar e a frustração tende a montar a tenda cá por estes lados?&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a Lua está minguante.&lt;br /&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/13788418-1803631399495135350?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/1803631399495135350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=1803631399495135350&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/1803631399495135350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/1803631399495135350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/05/celebracao.html' title='Celebração'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-fdeAMDwSI/Tdf_xYcyI9I/AAAAAAAACbM/KFsnHixusqo/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-1387894553351769214</id><published>2011-05-13T20:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T20:15:22.269+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Notas de uma vida inconstante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LSZn4pLJCzw/Tc2C8o-yxdI/AAAAAAAACac/cnj05yMLldk/s1600/WorkingAnime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LSZn4pLJCzw/Tc2C8o-yxdI/AAAAAAAACac/cnj05yMLldk/s320/WorkingAnime.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606281089450690002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Trabalhou-se arduamente e ficou-se sem nenhuma paciência para vir à net depois de dias esgotantes fisicamente e psicologicamente em que saía de casa às 7:30 e chegava às 21:30, dias em que chegava a estar em pé e a andar sobre os meus pézitos mais de 5 horas seguidas sem ver uma cadeirinha, aliás, cadeirinhas via muitas, agora sentar-me numa delas é que era mais difícil. Dias em que almoçava em 10 minutos e não lanchava nem jantava ou então marchava um copito de leite.&lt;br /&gt;Com toda esta experiência fiquei mais convicta das minhas capacidades e aptidões.&lt;br /&gt;Esta experiência fez-me sair de um casulo e fez-me ver que tenho asas e que agora só me resta voar.&lt;br /&gt;Muito se passou, muito aconteceu e muito mudou, excepto as minhas luas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-1387894553351769214?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/1387894553351769214/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=1387894553351769214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/1387894553351769214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/1387894553351769214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/05/notas-de-uma-vida-inconstante.html' title='Notas de uma vida inconstante'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LSZn4pLJCzw/Tc2C8o-yxdI/AAAAAAAACac/cnj05yMLldk/s72-c/WorkingAnime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-759834461419670116</id><published>2011-04-23T17:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T17:55:04.664+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Goemon"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/a_BzNsDvpRY" allowfullscreen="" width="450" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para quem gosta de efeitos especiais, artes marciais, lutas de ninjas, fugas, saltos e explosões...&lt;br /&gt;Eu cá gostei!&lt;br /&gt;Qual Matrix,qual quê!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-759834461419670116?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/759834461419670116/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=759834461419670116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/759834461419670116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/759834461419670116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/04/goemon.html' title='&quot;Goemon&quot;'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/a_BzNsDvpRY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-4978638579450000042</id><published>2011-04-22T16:17:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:21:25.802+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="490" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ep9MFiWXR8M" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje celebra-se o dia da Terra!&lt;br /&gt;Para mim o dia da Terra é todos os dias!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-4978638579450000042?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/4978638579450000042/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=4978638579450000042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/4978638579450000042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/4978638579450000042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/04/earth-day.html' title='Earth Day'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Ep9MFiWXR8M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-8170155840478761204</id><published>2011-04-17T12:07:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T12:35:58.572+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tive uma semana de L-o-u-c-o-s. Por isso aproveitei e ontem passei o dia a ver filmes e, ou muito me engano, ou hoje vou pelo mesmo caminho. Então aqui vai um "resumé" do que vi com direito a comentário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2YzziL06vUA/TarK9STQ5dI/AAAAAAAACZc/6AZIVHg_NWA/s1600/Rite-2123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2YzziL06vUA/TarK9STQ5dI/AAAAAAAACZc/6AZIVHg_NWA/s320/Rite-2123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596508641194730962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito Bom!&lt;br /&gt;Assustei-me, chorei, ri e deu-me vontade para investigar sobre o tema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nva4SH2pktw/TarLrcWpf4I/AAAAAAAACZk/Eghul8jk2Pc/s1600/Agora%2BMovie%2BPoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nva4SH2pktw/TarLrcWpf4I/AAAAAAAACZk/Eghul8jk2Pc/s320/Agora%2BMovie%2BPoster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596509434167263106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Igualmente bom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Excelente abordagem à época e dá-nos o que pensar àcerca do fanatismo da religião versus conhecimento humano e tolerância. Assim como nos mostra o que poderá ter acontecido à Biblioteca de Alexandria (maior biblioteca da humanidade cujo desaparecimento é desconhecido).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DBRLYu1siPg/TarMOmBHRAI/AAAAAAAACZs/AWljuh4c3uM/s1600/O%2BDISCURSO%2BDO%2BREI%2BPOSTER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DBRLYu1siPg/TarMOmBHRAI/AAAAAAAACZs/AWljuh4c3uM/s320/O%2BDISCURSO%2BDO%2BREI%2BPOSTER.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596510038056715266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Também gostei de ver, apesar de ter imposto a mim mesma algumas expectativas em relação ao filme, já que foi galardoado com tantos óscares. Porém gostei, mas não fiquei "maravilhada". You know waht I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vGRKAAvvAKg/TarNg1O5IgI/AAAAAAAACZ0/DiH1TTp-s-Q/s1600/wpid-Children_of_huang_shi_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vGRKAAvvAKg/TarNg1O5IgI/AAAAAAAACZ0/DiH1TTp-s-Q/s320/wpid-Children_of_huang_shi_ver2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596511450890314242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mesmo sentindo que ali faltava algo que não sei explicar muito bem, gostei de ver outra perspectiva da invasão Japonesa à China (o massacre de Nanquin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora fiquei a meio de ver isto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oW9tkbiJ0Ys/TarORadmuGI/AAAAAAAACZ8/bv1ww_Y5ERw/s1600/The-Eagle-a-aguia-da-nona-legi%25C3%25A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oW9tkbiJ0Ys/TarORadmuGI/AAAAAAAACZ8/bv1ww_Y5ERw/s320/The-Eagle-a-aguia-da-nona-legi%25C3%25A3o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596512285517854818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este Domingo promete!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-8170155840478761204?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/8170155840478761204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=8170155840478761204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/8170155840478761204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/8170155840478761204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/04/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2YzziL06vUA/TarK9STQ5dI/AAAAAAAACZc/6AZIVHg_NWA/s72-c/Rite-2123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-7300721582260539772</id><published>2011-04-10T20:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T20:52:36.770+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A culpada é...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hn67x1CKNKE/TaIKPa9w08I/AAAAAAAACZM/WbxG-nBxacQ/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 157px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hn67x1CKNKE/TaIKPa9w08I/AAAAAAAACZM/WbxG-nBxacQ/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594044947200267202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esta malandra é culpada por tudo. Se não temos onde cair mortos? É a crise!&lt;br /&gt;Se nos sobra mais mês do que ordenado? É a crise!&lt;br /&gt;Se o teu carro está a cair de podre ou não tens nenhum? É a crise!&lt;br /&gt;Se usas quase sempre a mesma roupa? É a crise!&lt;br /&gt;Se andas a emagrecer ou a ficar com tons amarelados por falta de vitaminas? É a crise!&lt;br /&gt;Se começas a achar que o preço de um café é muito caro e optas por não beber? É  a crise!&lt;br /&gt;Se dás por ti fechado em casa durante o fim de semana para não caires em tentações? É a crise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é essa bandida que me tem tirado argumento para escrever por aqui. Aliás a crise de conteúdo é tanta que após ler os lados por onde ando ponho mesmo em causa a minha existência por aqui. Tal é a boa qualidade do que leio.&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/13788418-7300721582260539772?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/7300721582260539772/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=7300721582260539772&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/7300721582260539772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/7300721582260539772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/04/culpada-e.html' title='A culpada é...'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hn67x1CKNKE/TaIKPa9w08I/AAAAAAAACZM/WbxG-nBxacQ/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-4302810751507744278</id><published>2011-04-07T20:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T21:04:26.755+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Questões do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3qW2Q7h47g0/TZ4YfCVOo7I/AAAAAAAACZE/mZQ6Zt1V92A/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3qW2Q7h47g0/TZ4YfCVOo7I/AAAAAAAACZE/mZQ6Zt1V92A/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592934708721656754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O que fazer quando não nos sentimos bem com a roupa que temos no armário para vestir?&lt;br /&gt;O que fazer quando essas roupas estão gastas e com pouca forma de tanta lavagem?&lt;br /&gt;O que fazer quando demoramos mais do que 1 minuto de manhã a olhar com ar sério para dentro do armário a achar que não nos apetece vestir nada daquilo?&lt;br /&gt;Comprar roupa nova?&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Pois sim. Prefiro ter dinheiro para a gasolina ou para papar!&lt;br /&gt;A modos que chegámos a este ponto.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto à roupa?&lt;br /&gt;Inventa-se com o pouco que se tem.&lt;br /&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/13788418-4302810751507744278?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/4302810751507744278/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=4302810751507744278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/4302810751507744278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/4302810751507744278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/04/questoes-do-dia.html' title='Questões do dia'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3qW2Q7h47g0/TZ4YfCVOo7I/AAAAAAAACZE/mZQ6Zt1V92A/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-2904218985385023005</id><published>2011-04-03T09:48:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T09:56:20.250+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Sundae</title><content type='html'>Hoje de manhã abri o meu pc e deparei-me com este anúncio da Google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CkT-e0E0m_A/TZg0bJT1ySI/AAAAAAAACYs/hGOlE61cW78/s1600/icecreamsundae11-hp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CkT-e0E0m_A/TZg0bJT1ySI/AAAAAAAACYs/hGOlE61cW78/s320/icecreamsundae11-hp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591276578340718882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refere-se ao 119º Aniversário do primeiro gelado Sundae.&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei logo com ideias, melhor, com esta ideia:&lt;br /&gt;"Se o tempo estivesse mais convidativo até que me atrevia a comprar um."&lt;br /&gt;Mas só para comemorar... só!&lt;br /&gt;Não é porque arranjo sempre desculpas para um docinho... não, não!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VIVNNoYcMMc/TZg1KodyHwI/AAAAAAAACY0/d6imePVzh6I/s1600/sundae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 164px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VIVNNoYcMMc/TZg1KodyHwI/AAAAAAAACY0/d6imePVzh6I/s320/sundae.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591277394157772546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hummmmmmmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VgRfmtLVqsE/TZg1aQ7UT-I/AAAAAAAACY8/OAanVTiNrKo/s1600/6_sundae_kinuski.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VgRfmtLVqsE/TZg1aQ7UT-I/AAAAAAAACY8/OAanVTiNrKo/s320/6_sundae_kinuski.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591277662717104098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-2904218985385023005?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/2904218985385023005/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=2904218985385023005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/2904218985385023005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/2904218985385023005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/04/sunday-sundae.html' title='Sunday Sundae'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CkT-e0E0m_A/TZg0bJT1ySI/AAAAAAAACYs/hGOlE61cW78/s72-c/icecreamsundae11-hp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-851358898487853540</id><published>2011-04-02T18:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T18:14:33.791+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Preguicite agudite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No sofá a ouvir isto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wY391R41bSA?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Como sabem bem os fins de semana assim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-851358898487853540?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/851358898487853540/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=851358898487853540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/851358898487853540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/851358898487853540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/04/preguicite-agudite.html' title='Preguicite agudite'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wY391R41bSA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-7249449674707150151</id><published>2011-04-01T20:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T20:46:25.917+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1 de Abril</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-icAkVIVu9II/TZYrI_pVV7I/AAAAAAAACYk/6l37kKEtvDM/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-icAkVIVu9II/TZYrI_pVV7I/AAAAAAAACYk/6l37kKEtvDM/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590703420950796210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É dia que não me aquece nem me arrefece, mas enquanto vou ouvindo as notícias penso que não me importava que 90% daquilo que para ali dizem fosse mesmo mentira.&lt;br /&gt;Também ouvi dizer que amanhã vai chover... não sei se acredite! Não sei se quero acreditar... Estava a gostar tanto deste tempinho!&lt;br /&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/13788418-7249449674707150151?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/7249449674707150151/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=7249449674707150151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/7249449674707150151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/7249449674707150151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/04/1-de-abril.html' title='1 de Abril'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-icAkVIVu9II/TZYrI_pVV7I/AAAAAAAACYk/6l37kKEtvDM/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-8499243150784873785</id><published>2011-03-31T19:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T19:26:31.636+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Público</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzdMNSAMMLc/TZTHQaNqpeI/AAAAAAAACYc/nxpK5Dgtogs/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 205px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzdMNSAMMLc/TZTHQaNqpeI/AAAAAAAACYc/nxpK5Dgtogs/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590312122202105314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li isto no jornal "Público":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;"O Cristo Rei, em Almada, e a Torre dos Clérigos, no Porto, vão juntar-se  à iniciativa internacional “Light It Up Blue” e iluminar-se de azul  amanhã e sábado para assinalar o Dia Mundial do Autismo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pena que esta iniciativa seja só por 2 dias e apenas iluminar monumentos em todo o mundo, quando em vez de monumentos é necessário iluminar muitas mentalidades que andam por aí.&lt;br /&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/13788418-8499243150784873785?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/8499243150784873785/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=8499243150784873785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/8499243150784873785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/8499243150784873785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/03/publico.html' title='Público'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzdMNSAMMLc/TZTHQaNqpeI/AAAAAAAACYc/nxpK5Dgtogs/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-7031069823863003321</id><published>2011-03-28T20:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T20:29:41.723+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Censos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TlRio5hevBw/TZDhYaPatYI/AAAAAAAACYU/BFtCKU3E0cY/s1600/anime-computer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TlRio5hevBw/TZDhYaPatYI/AAAAAAAACYU/BFtCKU3E0cY/s320/anime-computer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589214947043882370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quem já preencheu os censos online sem problemas e os enviou rapidamente e sem espigas, é uma pessoa afortunada... mesmo muito afortunada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por este lado demorou-se quase uma hora em que grande parte desse tempo era para se mudar de página e para se enviar o raio do formulário. Uma hora meus amigos, em que podia estar a fazer coisas mais interessantes...&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/13788418-7031069823863003321?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/7031069823863003321/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=7031069823863003321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/7031069823863003321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/7031069823863003321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/03/censos.html' title='Censos'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TlRio5hevBw/TZDhYaPatYI/AAAAAAAACYU/BFtCKU3E0cY/s72-c/anime-computer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-1649683682956649685</id><published>2011-03-27T16:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T16:11:23.736+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hora do Planeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por cá aderimos, mas já é a segunda vez que calha em horas de jogos de futebol que a malta quer de ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-WTJmkcUHvI?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="295"&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/13788418-1649683682956649685?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/1649683682956649685/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=1649683682956649685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/1649683682956649685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/1649683682956649685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/03/hora-do-planeta.html' title='Hora do Planeta'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-WTJmkcUHvI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-7755690678912430712</id><published>2011-03-26T13:17:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-03-26T14:22:59.614Z</updated><title type='text'>Leões Chineses ou Cães de Fu</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/-spWmTCVKFA4/TY3z5oUwGuI/AAAAAAAACX0/gV63AcA1BFM/s1600/caes-fu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-spWmTCVKFA4/TY3z5oUwGuI/AAAAAAAACX0/gV63AcA1BFM/s320/caes-fu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588390884039203554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Os Cães de Fu, também conhecidos como Cães de Buda, Leões chineses ou Leões coreanos, são poderosos animais míticos que têm sua origem na tradição budista. Na medida em que os chineses empregam o termo 'Fo' para se referir a Buda, pode-se falar também de "Cães de Buda".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foram introduzidos com o budismo, como defensores da lei e protectores dos edifícios sagrados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os seus olhos estão sempre abertos com um olhar feroz pretendendo transmitir  protecção contra maus espíritos que queiram violar a tranquilidade do lugar. O animal é símbolo de energia e valor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;São protectores do lar, da família e também são utilizados para afastar os maus espíritos.&lt;br /&gt;O macho segura uma bola, esfera ou mundo e a fêmea uma cria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A bola na garra do macho simboliza o domínio do proprietário sobre o mundo e sobre o seu reino. A fémea segurando uma cria mostra o instinto de protecção maternal de todas as mães.&lt;br /&gt;Normalmente são colocados à porta de casa, o macho do lado esquerdo e a fémea do lado direito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afirmação que se relaciona com eles: "Coragem, soberania e força protegem esse ambiente".&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/13788418-7755690678912430712?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/7755690678912430712/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=7755690678912430712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/7755690678912430712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/7755690678912430712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/03/leoes-chineses-ou-caes-de-fu.html' title='Leões Chineses ou Cães de Fu'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-spWmTCVKFA4/TY3z5oUwGuI/AAAAAAAACX0/gV63AcA1BFM/s72-c/caes-fu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-5889341644203371903</id><published>2011-03-21T20:04:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-21T20:11:57.391Z</updated><title type='text'>Primavera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D_OXtvEOjK0/TYewlCkw1HI/AAAAAAAACW8/yCrglyHGpes/s1600/primavera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D_OXtvEOjK0/TYewlCkw1HI/AAAAAAAACW8/yCrglyHGpes/s320/primavera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586628013169103986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegou a Primavera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Manhãs frias e tardes quentes. Tempo ameno e agradável.&lt;br /&gt;A altura do ano que eu mais gosto.&lt;br /&gt;Agora resta tirar a poeira da roupita mais leve e, este ano, apostar mais em vestidos e saias. É que já não há quem aguente calças, vestidos de malha, camisolas de gola alta, malhas, botins e botas altas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota: Hoje o gatinho não estava à porta do café.&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-5889341644203371903?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/5889341644203371903/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=5889341644203371903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/5889341644203371903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/5889341644203371903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/03/primavera.html' title='Primavera'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D_OXtvEOjK0/TYewlCkw1HI/AAAAAAAACW8/yCrglyHGpes/s72-c/primavera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-3709422802472856712</id><published>2011-03-20T21:29:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-20T21:37:34.479Z</updated><title type='text'>Black Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wk8UdD_lBE/TYZx9gA5o_I/AAAAAAAACW0/q1ahXsW7Usg/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wk8UdD_lBE/TYZx9gA5o_I/AAAAAAAACW0/q1ahXsW7Usg/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586277689179350002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A história de vida do gato preto é impressionante. Adorado por uns, sacrificado por outros, o gato preto sobreviveu a tudo apenas para reclamar o lugar que mais gosta de ocupar: um sítio quente, junto à janela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As superstições acerca dos gatos nasceram desde cedo. Um dos primeiros povos a atribuir uma aura mística ao gato foram os egípcios que o idolatravam, tendo mesmo um Deus com a sua forma física, Bast. Em honra desta divindade, os egípcios mantinham gatos pretos em casa e davam-lhes honras reservadas a faraós, mumificando-os depois de mortos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas foi na Idade Média que o gato viu a sua sorte mudar. Apesar de prestarem um importante serviço ao homem, caçando os ratos que eram considerados uma praga em todo o lado, a verdade é que havia uma legião de gatos vadios que faziam das cidades o seu território. A sobrepopulação terá sido o primeiro motivo pelo qual o gato deixou de cair em graça para passar a cair em desgraça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tirado &lt;a href="http://arcadenoe.sapo.pt/article.php?id=370"&gt;daqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Isto tudo para dizer que até há pouco tempo tinha muito respeitinho se algum cruzasse o meu caminho. Fazia logo figas.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje há um perto do café onde bebo o meu cafézinho de manhã. É lindo, meiguinho e gordinho.&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã, já sei que vou vê-lo.&lt;br /&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/13788418-3709422802472856712?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/3709422802472856712/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=3709422802472856712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/3709422802472856712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/3709422802472856712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/03/black-cat.html' title='Black Cat'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wk8UdD_lBE/TYZx9gA5o_I/AAAAAAAACW0/q1ahXsW7Usg/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-4565017991029669314</id><published>2011-03-18T21:46:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-18T21:52:54.217Z</updated><title type='text'>Música do Dia</title><content type='html'>Esta música tem-me acompanhado o dia todo. Quando digo o dia todo, é mesmo o dia T-O-D-O.&lt;br /&gt;Até me arrepia.&lt;br /&gt;Adele - Rolling in the Deep&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rYEDA3JcQqw?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="295"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We could have had it all,&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the deep,&lt;br /&gt;You had my heart inside of your hands,&lt;br /&gt;And you played it to the beat."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-4565017991029669314?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/4565017991029669314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=4565017991029669314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/4565017991029669314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/4565017991029669314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/03/musica-do-dia.html' title='Música do Dia'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rYEDA3JcQqw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-2830527127154003133</id><published>2011-03-17T20:28:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-17T20:35:32.661Z</updated><title type='text'>Full Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NKFBNg1cxbc/TYJwOrecJgI/AAAAAAAACWs/Q1J0afyzL2g/s1600/images5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NKFBNg1cxbc/TYJwOrecJgI/AAAAAAAACWs/Q1J0afyzL2g/s320/images5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585149885383714306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No próximo sábado vai ser possível observar a maior lua cheia dos últimos 18 anos.       A lua cheia vai estar mais perto da Terra no  próximo sábado, como já não estava há 18 anos, 6 530 quilómetros mais  perto do que é habitual. O fenómeno de aproximação da lua à Terra é  designado de perigeu e explica-se por a sua órbita não ser circular, mas  sim elíptica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O fenómeno da  «Super Lua», como é conhecido, acontece quando está mais  perto do que é normal, dentro da sua órbita, e quando ao mesmo tempo é  lua cheia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apesar de existir uma relação entre as fases da lua cheia e nova e as  actividades sísmicas, os cientistas negam que o sismo que ocorreu no  Japão possa estar relacionado com a «Super Lua». Na Internet circulavam  teorias de que o sismo seria consequência deste fenómeno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tirado &lt;a href="http://www.jornaldigital.com/noticias.php?noticia=25734"&gt;daqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Kiss, Love &amp;amp; Light&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-2830527127154003133?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/2830527127154003133/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=2830527127154003133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/2830527127154003133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/2830527127154003133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/03/full-moon.html' title='Full Moon'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NKFBNg1cxbc/TYJwOrecJgI/AAAAAAAACWs/Q1J0afyzL2g/s72-c/images5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-8949801638163405640</id><published>2011-03-16T10:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-16T10:48:44.541Z</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0y6MTy_7Nk/TYCVc3QPe8I/AAAAAAAACWk/W4es0zy1IoQ/s1600/images%255B9%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584627861040364482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0y6MTy_7Nk/TYCVc3QPe8I/AAAAAAAACWk/W4es0zy1IoQ/s320/images%255B9%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O seu mundo interno é como um jardim: arranque as ervas daninhas da dúvida e no seu lugar, plante sementes de esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acredito realmente que dias melhores virão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se não vierem, ao menos a Primavera está aí à porta. Valha-nos isso... o bom tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-8949801638163405640?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/8949801638163405640/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=8949801638163405640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/8949801638163405640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/8949801638163405640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/03/pensamento-do-dia.html' title='Pensamento do dia'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0y6MTy_7Nk/TYCVc3QPe8I/AAAAAAAACWk/W4es0zy1IoQ/s72-c/images%255B9%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-3116253273803033134</id><published>2011-03-15T20:21:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-03-15T20:48:36.874Z</updated><title type='text'>Curiosidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d7sQw2x-h6M/TX_OfI94itI/AAAAAAAACWc/AgbqZNX4bww/s1600/2095441426_6eeea06c65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d7sQw2x-h6M/TX_OfI94itI/AAAAAAAACWc/AgbqZNX4bww/s320/2095441426_6eeea06c65.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584409097341012690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curiosidade do Dia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O sismo no Japão alterou o eixo da terra cerca de 16,5 cm, encurtou o dia (cerca de 1.8 milionésimos de segundo) e o país está mais perto 4 metros da América.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Mundo está a mudar, independentemente dos PECs, das paralisações das empresas de transporte, das Greves do Metro, CP ou Carris. Independentemente das vitórias do Porto e derrotas ou empates do Benfica. Independentemente da gaivota ou pombo que todas as manhãs está em cima da cabeça da estátua do Marquês de Pombal.&lt;br /&gt;Independente de tudo, a mudança está aí para quem está atento e para quem não está nem aí para isso.&lt;br /&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/13788418-3116253273803033134?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/3116253273803033134/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=3116253273803033134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/3116253273803033134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/3116253273803033134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/03/curiosidade.html' title='Curiosidade'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d7sQw2x-h6M/TX_OfI94itI/AAAAAAAACWc/AgbqZNX4bww/s72-c/2095441426_6eeea06c65.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-268064018287620378</id><published>2011-03-14T14:43:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-03-14T15:01:55.039Z</updated><title type='text'>Polítiquices</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3fhnneeKET0/TX4s3QHvzrI/AAAAAAAACWU/3gqDZPgkGOQ/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583949915717881522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3fhnneeKET0/TX4s3QHvzrI/AAAAAAAACWU/3gqDZPgkGOQ/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora, se há coisa que eu deixo é que brilhem ao meu redor.&lt;br /&gt;Permito não ser vista ou notada. Permito que outros brilhem e estejam debaixo das luzes dos holofotes.&lt;br /&gt;Porquê?&lt;br /&gt;Porque se me puser muito a jeito põe-me as patas em cima e abafam-me logo, uma vez que não pertenço a "núcleos".&lt;br /&gt;Como não pretendo ficar por estas paragens muito tempo, aproveito e não fazendo ondas, vou bebendo da experiência que este emprego me dá. Não estou resignada, apenas em pausa até melhores oportunidades surgirem.&lt;br /&gt;Assim, não entro em conflito e não puxo invejas. Algo muito comum por estes lados, já que a inteligência não impera por aqui, acabam invejando tudo e mais alguma coisa dos outros.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim! Adiante na conversa:&lt;br /&gt;Ora, eu tolero muita coisa por aqui. Tolero ao ponto de me dar nós no estômago. Tolero até a um certo ponto.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, numa reunião em que constatávamos que o país está mal e que é preciso mudar as coisas, uma colega "iluminada" do alto da sua sabedoria contra-respondeu com uma pergunta do género: "Vai votar em quem? O "fulano" do outro partido se ganhar não vai fazer nada, ou acha que vai?".&lt;br /&gt;Ao que respondo do baixinho da minha inteligência: "Não lhe vou dizer em quem vou votar, mas as coisas têm que levar uma volta, com ou sem os fulanos que lá andam..." .&lt;br /&gt;Cada um sabe de si e vota em quem quer... ou não vota.&lt;br /&gt;Já sei que votou no menino que por lá anda e agora ele cortou-lhe o ordenado. Anda danada com tudo e com todos.&lt;br /&gt;A mim não me cortou nada porque recebo pouco, apenas deixei de receber o Abono de Família, o que aceitaria melhor se não existissem ordenados proibitivos para os gestores que por aí andam...&lt;br /&gt;Enfim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Politiquices!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Isto é só um mero desabafo! Um mero...desabafo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/13788418-268064018287620378?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/268064018287620378/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=268064018287620378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/268064018287620378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/268064018287620378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/03/politiquices.html' title='Polítiquices'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3fhnneeKET0/TX4s3QHvzrI/AAAAAAAACWU/3gqDZPgkGOQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-4690195917871314499</id><published>2011-03-13T11:57:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-13T12:29:28.035Z</updated><title type='text'>I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wawzvrHw-fo/TXy4ggIw63I/AAAAAAAACWM/p9rFeqT_E9M/s1600/53822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wawzvrHw-fo/TXy4ggIw63I/AAAAAAAACWM/p9rFeqT_E9M/s320/53822.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583540506554592114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É possível que, quando duas pessoas se encontram, exista uma vontade enorme de proferir a palavra "Amor".&lt;br /&gt;O Amor tem diversas formas e não tem que ser a forma mais comum que vemos em todo o lado. Nos vizinhos do lado, nos pais, nos primos ou tios.&lt;br /&gt;O Amor é superior a catalogações e  definições. É o que nos faz mover. Não é o dinheiro, poder ou sucesso profissional. No fundo é o Amor. Aqueles que se viram para essas outras energias, são pessoas que se sentem vazias de Amor. Até podem estar rodeadas de Amor mas não receptivas a recebê-lo.&lt;br /&gt;Se fizéssemos mais coisas baseadas no Amor, o mundo não estava da maneira que está.&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/13788418-4690195917871314499?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/4690195917871314499/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=4690195917871314499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/4690195917871314499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/4690195917871314499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-love-you.html' title='I Love You'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wawzvrHw-fo/TXy4ggIw63I/AAAAAAAACWM/p9rFeqT_E9M/s72-c/53822.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-2667205953819843377</id><published>2011-03-12T21:14:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-03-12T21:33:14.372Z</updated><title type='text'>House versus Grey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rYE5GAQg7jc/TXvk4mKgjtI/AAAAAAAACWE/5-aNsgPG6MM/s1600/cute%2Bgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rYE5GAQg7jc/TXvk4mKgjtI/AAAAAAAACWE/5-aNsgPG6MM/s320/cute%2Bgirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583307824024293074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ando a ver de uma assentada, episódios da última série ora do Grey´s Anatomy ora do House.&lt;br /&gt;E ando Feliz!&lt;br /&gt;Estou a gostar destas últimas temporadas.&lt;br /&gt;O House é já um clássico para mim, vê-se sempre muito bem, agora o Grey´s Anatomy consegue sempre agarrar-me ao ecrã com as suas múltiplas histórias dos seus múltiplos personagens. Já ri e chorei com determinadas situações retratadas.&lt;br /&gt;Como é muito difícil escolher entre estas duas séries, lá vou vendo alternadamente cada uma.&lt;br /&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/13788418-2667205953819843377?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/2667205953819843377/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=2667205953819843377&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/2667205953819843377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/2667205953819843377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/03/house-versus-grey.html' title='House versus Grey'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rYE5GAQg7jc/TXvk4mKgjtI/AAAAAAAACWE/5-aNsgPG6MM/s72-c/cute%2Bgirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-3860519638253725189</id><published>2011-03-11T19:19:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-03-11T19:37:45.234Z</updated><title type='text'>Japan Earthquake Catastrophe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M9f7E_cQDGk/TXp4anpV4bI/AAAAAAAACV8/V22XdbwI5i8/s1600/images5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M9f7E_cQDGk/TXp4anpV4bI/AAAAAAAACV8/V22XdbwI5i8/s320/images5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582907086793466290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje não me ocorre mais nada para dizer enquanto estou vidrada nas notícias da CNN.&lt;br /&gt;Estes casos dão-nos uma sensação de impotência e mostram ao Homem como este pode ser tão vulnerável.&lt;br /&gt;Há quem diga que é necessário haver estas catástrofes para que o Homem abra a pestana, para que tome consciência do mundo em que vive.&lt;br /&gt;Há quem diga que é um grito de ajuda do planeta e que este necessita de respirar e de se  restabelecer das acções do Homem.&lt;br /&gt;Há quem diga que é o início do final dos tempos e o início de uma nova era e que mais catástrofes destas virão... enfim, seja como for, sinto-me sempre triste quando estas coisas acontecem.&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/13788418-3860519638253725189?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/3860519638253725189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=3860519638253725189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/3860519638253725189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/3860519638253725189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/03/japan-earthquake-catastrophe.html' title='Japan Earthquake Catastrophe'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M9f7E_cQDGk/TXp4anpV4bI/AAAAAAAACV8/V22XdbwI5i8/s72-c/images5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-8922286647401566266</id><published>2011-03-10T18:23:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-10T18:39:40.990Z</updated><title type='text'>Fim do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz6yr7h1oFM/TXkaykFKKAI/AAAAAAAACV0/n8L0jOiPK-s/s1600/rest_on_a_sofa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz6yr7h1oFM/TXkaykFKKAI/AAAAAAAACV0/n8L0jOiPK-s/s320/rest_on_a_sofa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582522669083535362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sabem quando estamos com aquela enorme vontade de largar tudo e vir a correr para casa?&lt;br /&gt;Aquela vontade de chegar a casa, tirar a roupa, a maquilhagem, tomar um belo banho e vestir o belo do pijamal.&lt;br /&gt;Aquela vontade de nos atirarmos para cima da cama e vermos episódios de séries que gostamos até à hora de jantar... Sabem?&lt;br /&gt;Pois eu hoje estou assim.&lt;br /&gt;Antes que me fuja essa vontade vou já satisfazer esse meu desejo.&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/13788418-8922286647401566266?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/8922286647401566266/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=8922286647401566266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/8922286647401566266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/8922286647401566266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/03/fim-do-dia.html' title='Fim do dia'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz6yr7h1oFM/TXkaykFKKAI/AAAAAAAACV0/n8L0jOiPK-s/s72-c/rest_on_a_sofa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-4213266593583458253</id><published>2011-03-09T19:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-09T19:59:30.177Z</updated><title type='text'>Pequenos nadas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-blJXgzzEnNA/TXfb-rdCeFI/AAAAAAAACVs/6V84RAzgk3E/s1600/image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-blJXgzzEnNA/TXfb-rdCeFI/AAAAAAAACVs/6V84RAzgk3E/s320/image1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582172133011912786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As nossas vidas são repletas de pequenos nadas que todos juntos são muito de tudo e que, por não estarmos conscientes disso, não tomamos nota do quão preciosos são esses nadas.&lt;br /&gt;Um pôr do sol, um raio de luz, uma lua cheia ou não, um brilho de estrelas, um sorriso, uma cortesia, um silêncio, uma conversa, uma gargalhada, tudo até ao mais ínfimo pormenor que por mais insignificante que se apresente aos nossos olhos, é um tesouro incomensurável.&lt;br /&gt;Viver é isso mesmo. É estar consciente desses pequenos nadas nos nossos dias e dar-lhes o valor que merecem.&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/13788418-4213266593583458253?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/4213266593583458253/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=4213266593583458253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/4213266593583458253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/4213266593583458253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/03/pequenos-nadas.html' title='Pequenos nadas'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-blJXgzzEnNA/TXfb-rdCeFI/AAAAAAAACVs/6V84RAzgk3E/s72-c/image1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-5791650969954881106</id><published>2011-03-08T17:35:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-03-08T18:08:04.060Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia Internacional da Mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5lz0vCmrLdw/TXZuwF12a_I/AAAAAAAACVk/mfZKE6hD7ro/s1600/images4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 169px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5lz0vCmrLdw/TXZuwF12a_I/AAAAAAAACVk/mfZKE6hD7ro/s320/images4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581770560653126642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r6-b903JtTI/TXZuLXhUlBI/AAAAAAAACVc/WBFAO3ZjNzQ/s1600/image3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enquanto desfruto este dia num "dolce fare niente", sentada no sofá de portátil ao colo, dou comigo a ver um programa que mostra que uma grande percentagem de mulheres sente-se atraída por homens casados ou comprometidos. Não me considero nessa percentagem, pois na altura em que namoriscava e se encontrasse alguém que fosse casado ou namorasse com alguém, eu mantinha a minha distância. Sempre com o lema:" Não faço aos outros aquilo que não gosto que me façam a mim". E é esse lema que me acompanha até hoje. Se estou com alguém é porque tenho sentimentos para com esse alguém e se me apetecer procurar algo mais fora desse relacionamento, mais vale acabá-lo do que viver em mentiras e enganos. Mas cada um pensa como pensa e este é o meu ponto de vista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há medida que o programa foi avançando e para além de outros problemas que essas mulheres demonstram, olham para um homem casado ou comprometido como se fosse uma competição, um jogo. Não pensam que podem causar infelicidade nos outros e nelas próprias. Ora se gostam de competição e jogos façam desporto. É mais saudável.&lt;br /&gt;A questão dos sentimentos é mais delicada. Mas se fizéssemos sempre tudo o que sentíssemos estaríamos a anos de luz da nossa própria evolução.&lt;br /&gt;Mas este assunto é daqueles que poderia escrever sobre ele ao longo de muitos dias, pois há muitos lados e aspectos a considerar e, cada caso é um caso. Não quero dizer o que é certo e errado. Não digo o que deve e não deve ser feito. A beleza do mundo que nos rodeia é essa mesmo, é cada um ter a sua opinião e a sua forma de pensar. "Se todos gostássemos do vermelho, o que seria do amarelo?"&lt;br /&gt;Mas lá está, este é apenas um ponto de vista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E hoje estou aqui para enaltecer o valor das mulheres que é enorme, porém muitas vezes esquecido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Dia da Mulher para todas as mulheres!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-5791650969954881106?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/5791650969954881106/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=5791650969954881106&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/5791650969954881106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/5791650969954881106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/03/dia-internacional-da-mulher.html' title='Dia Internacional da Mulher'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5lz0vCmrLdw/TXZuwF12a_I/AAAAAAAACVk/mfZKE6hD7ro/s72-c/images4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-6127858413157826741</id><published>2011-03-07T18:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-07T19:11:06.148Z</updated><title type='text'>Companhia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ot6DU15ypNQ/TXUtmKjVTKI/AAAAAAAACVE/_HERytUIMbY/s1600/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ot6DU15ypNQ/TXUtmKjVTKI/AAAAAAAACVE/_HERytUIMbY/s320/image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581417446886427810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cada vez menos as pessoas fazem "companhia" uma às outras. Num egoísmo crescente justificado pela falta de tempo. Porém, esquecem-se que não somos eternos nesta vida, noutras vidas talvez, mas nesta não.&lt;br /&gt;Aborrecida? Talvez.&lt;br /&gt;Dedico grande parte do meu tempo, que não é meu, aos outros. Mas vejo poucos a fazer o mesmo. Muito poucos.&lt;br /&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/13788418-6127858413157826741?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/6127858413157826741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=6127858413157826741&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/6127858413157826741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/6127858413157826741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/03/companhia.html' title='Companhia'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ot6DU15ypNQ/TXUtmKjVTKI/AAAAAAAACVE/_HERytUIMbY/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-8905223609444463959</id><published>2011-03-04T18:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-04T18:58:48.018Z</updated><title type='text'>TPM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gmzq5Wbnd0A/TXE2O1AUIoI/AAAAAAAACU8/qDaitKRffSg/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gmzq5Wbnd0A/TXE2O1AUIoI/AAAAAAAACU8/qDaitKRffSg/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580301041663222402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje estou com um humor de cão sarnento. Desconfio que espumo e arreganho o dentito e tudo quando alguém me quer dirigir a palavra ou até mesmo quando alguém olha na minha direcção...&lt;br /&gt;E porquê?&lt;br /&gt;TPM meus amigos! TPM!&lt;br /&gt;Logo vou ver um filme a ver se me animo e me acalmo.&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/13788418-8905223609444463959?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/8905223609444463959/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=8905223609444463959&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/8905223609444463959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/8905223609444463959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/03/tpm.html' title='TPM'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gmzq5Wbnd0A/TXE2O1AUIoI/AAAAAAAACU8/qDaitKRffSg/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-7393833800928624986</id><published>2011-03-03T20:59:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-03T21:09:15.583Z</updated><title type='text'>O Futuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k6jMdc7u_OI/TXADOE0WKRI/AAAAAAAACU0/1rkE3EFfN5w/s1600/Noel_by_ellana%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k6jMdc7u_OI/TXADOE0WKRI/AAAAAAAACU0/1rkE3EFfN5w/s320/Noel_by_ellana%255B1%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579963478658394386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O futuro não pode ser previsto, mas pode ser inventado. É a nossa habilidade de inventar o futuro que nos dá esperança para fazer de nós o que somos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Dennis Gabor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por isso é que estou seriamente a pensar em refazer o meu caminho para um outro futuro que não este que prevejo agora. Custa muito dar determinados passos para o desconhecido, entre o receio e a atracção acompanhada pela ansiedade de encontrar uma nova realidade que não esta.&lt;br /&gt;Sou mesmo um bichinho inconstante.&lt;br /&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/13788418-7393833800928624986?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/7393833800928624986/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=7393833800928624986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/7393833800928624986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/7393833800928624986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-futuro-nao-pode-ser-previsto-mas-pode.html' title='O Futuro'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k6jMdc7u_OI/TXADOE0WKRI/AAAAAAAACU0/1rkE3EFfN5w/s72-c/Noel_by_ellana%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-1345025698809993457</id><published>2011-03-02T12:17:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-03-02T12:24:51.009Z</updated><title type='text'>Frase do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8TQ-UOy7IPY/TW42TYOeQxI/AAAAAAAACUs/IbZ3qjoZijA/s1600/wallpapers-anime-3-p%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579456694907192082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8TQ-UOy7IPY/TW42TYOeQxI/AAAAAAAACUs/IbZ3qjoZijA/s320/wallpapers-anime-3-p%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Após a tempestade vem sempre a bonança e como tal aqui vai uma frase inspiradora, para quem estiver a passar por dificuldades. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje sinto-me mais positiva, pois ontem o mundo desabou na minha cabeça. Foio que me pareceu tal o peso e a pressão que senti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Aprenda a observar todas as cenas da sua vida do alto, como um observador de si próprio e de tudo o que o rodeia, e será fácil encontrar as soluções".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-1345025698809993457?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/1345025698809993457/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=1345025698809993457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/1345025698809993457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/1345025698809993457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/03/frase-do-dia.html' title='Frase do dia'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8TQ-UOy7IPY/TW42TYOeQxI/AAAAAAAACUs/IbZ3qjoZijA/s72-c/wallpapers-anime-3-p%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-1890670492981025256</id><published>2011-03-01T21:44:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-01T21:58:57.792Z</updated><title type='text'>O azar persegue...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1zK_wzpk2PQ/TW1rykAJAkI/AAAAAAAACUk/GUSlEzuu2DM/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1zK_wzpk2PQ/TW1rykAJAkI/AAAAAAAACUk/GUSlEzuu2DM/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579234029783810626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... esconde-se à espreita!&lt;br /&gt;Não, não vou cantar a música dos Xutos &amp;amp; Pontapés mas gostaria muito fosse apenas mais um devaneio meu e das minhas luas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ora bem, analisemos os factos nus e crus:&lt;br /&gt;Um carro avariado cujo valor do arranjo é para lá de absurdo (quase que dava para o vender ao mecânico), o outro carro alvo de roubo na noite passada (falo de peças. Roubaram uma peça que ascende à módica quantia de meia centena de euros e que ainda por cima é algo difícil de arranjar. Daí o roubo).&lt;br /&gt;Fuga de gás no prédio e há pouco fiquei a saber, depois da visita de um pseudo-técnico que tenho uma fuga de gás dentro de casa e que se não arranjar o tubo fico sem gás ou lá o que é.&lt;br /&gt;Ora bem, sem gás já estou eu, por isso tive que me lavar à gato (praticamente). Amanhã devo ir ao ginásio e tomo lá banho.&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto faço figas para que amanhã me liguem a trampa do gás  (perdoem-me o francês) porque eu sem os meus banhinhos de água quente não me oriento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bom, o melhor será ir para um cantinho e respirar devagar, apagar as luzes e não fazer barulho para ver se este dia passa depressa, porque se amanhã não for melhor, ainda me vêem no telejornal a fazer uma loucura qualquer. Já que a minha sanidade mental está seriamente posta em causa.&lt;br /&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/13788418-1890670492981025256?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/1890670492981025256/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=1890670492981025256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/1890670492981025256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/1890670492981025256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-azar-persegue.html' title='O azar persegue...'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1zK_wzpk2PQ/TW1rykAJAkI/AAAAAAAACUk/GUSlEzuu2DM/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-5899748486882038445</id><published>2011-02-28T20:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-28T21:17:39.093Z</updated><title type='text'>A vida são dois dias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eS0CWVKixA0/TWwQwBezNeI/AAAAAAAACUc/ZvTOeQYyXHA/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eS0CWVKixA0/TWwQwBezNeI/AAAAAAAACUc/ZvTOeQYyXHA/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578852455622587874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O Carnaval e a Festa do Avante são três.&lt;br /&gt;Há dias em que estamos tão cansados, mas tão cansados, que rezamos para que o dia passe depressa, de entre formações, reuniões e outras coisas que não acabam forçosamente em "ões". O dia acaba por passar mas o cansaço teima em ficar. Seja físico ou psicológico, o mal é ele tomar posse das nossas faculdades.&lt;br /&gt;Durante o dia tive umas ideias e situações engraçadas para postar aqui, mas entretanto e com o passar do dia parece que deixaram de ter sentido e de terem graça, tal é o estado de dormência em que me encontro.&lt;br /&gt;Calçasse eu um 41 ou 42 e dormiria hoje de pé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou ali dormir (deitada) e voltarei amanhã...&lt;br /&gt;Digo eu! Que gosto de dizer coisas e ler poesia!&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/13788418-5899748486882038445?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/5899748486882038445/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=5899748486882038445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/5899748486882038445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/5899748486882038445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/02/vida-sao-dois-dias.html' title='A vida são dois dias'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eS0CWVKixA0/TWwQwBezNeI/AAAAAAAACUc/ZvTOeQYyXHA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-1780019523434483329</id><published>2011-02-26T08:08:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-26T08:18:25.097Z</updated><title type='text'>Stranger to Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje acordei com esta música na cabeça. Não acho normal até porque nem a ouvi recentemente.&lt;br /&gt;Deve ser dos comprimidos que ando a tomar para as alergias... só pode!&lt;br /&gt;Ora aqui vão os lyrics e o pseudo-video ( A música está incompleta, mas dá para perceber do que falo e da loucura do meu acordar de hoje).&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy (para aqueles que gostam deste estilo...claro!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kwf0G-qp7c4?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="295"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m losing line of thoughts&lt;br /&gt;my hands are getting colder&lt;br /&gt;I’m not a man I used to be&lt;br /&gt;I feel kind of lost&lt;br /&gt;but I’m completely sober&lt;br /&gt;fading into obscurity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been too long I can’t control&lt;br /&gt;myself by lie I’ll never find my peace&lt;br /&gt;guilt-ridden I cannot deny&lt;br /&gt;who wants to live like this?&lt;br /&gt;It’s been too long I can’t control&lt;br /&gt;myself by lie I’ll never find my peace&lt;br /&gt;guilt-ridden I cannot deny&lt;br /&gt;who wants to live like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Covered with the shame&lt;br /&gt;I’m a stranger to myself&lt;br /&gt;I’m a stranger to myself…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-1780019523434483329?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/1780019523434483329/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=1780019523434483329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/1780019523434483329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/1780019523434483329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/02/stranger-to-myself.html' title='Stranger to Myself'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kwf0G-qp7c4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-2867416831699733999</id><published>2011-02-24T10:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-24T11:04:05.187Z</updated><title type='text'>Considerações</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-556uS5wsTSc/TWY7AlYWWrI/AAAAAAAACUU/YPEYOdLi_EY/s1600/pokemon_car%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577210069765216946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-556uS5wsTSc/TWY7AlYWWrI/AAAAAAAACUU/YPEYOdLi_EY/s320/pokemon_car%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se calhar já é caso para alarme relativamente ao facto de já ser a segunda vez que fecho o carro com as chaves lá dentro. Carrito antigo, portanto, em que as portas se fecham e se trancam manualmente, não possuindo fechos centrais. Aliás, imagino que na altura em que o meu carro foi pensado e construído, fechos centrais eram tema de ficção científica e agora tão banais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mais uma desta e, pressinto, que para a próxima venho a pé para casa já que a pessoa que me "desenrasca" já não está a achar piada à situação...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E eu também não!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-2867416831699733999?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/2867416831699733999/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=2867416831699733999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/2867416831699733999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/2867416831699733999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/02/consideracoes.html' title='Considerações'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-556uS5wsTSc/TWY7AlYWWrI/AAAAAAAACUU/YPEYOdLi_EY/s72-c/pokemon_car%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-1838611096971178642</id><published>2011-02-22T21:11:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-02-22T22:10:50.037Z</updated><title type='text'>Vida Passada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2lmPxBUKc0c/TWQ0V3XX8wI/AAAAAAAACUM/pHqHEwBxQtM/s1600/4378229600_b01782620a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2lmPxBUKc0c/TWQ0V3XX8wI/AAAAAAAACUM/pHqHEwBxQtM/s320/4378229600_b01782620a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576639788835402498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Após vários testes da net, quase todos dão este resultado. Se é verdade? Não sei! Mas lá que é divertido... é! Então depois de um dia de trabalho como o de hoje, qualquer coisa é divertida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resultado:&lt;br /&gt;Na sua vida passada você foi Mulher.&lt;br /&gt;Você nasceu num território que hoje é Tailândia aproximadamente em 1575.&lt;br /&gt;A sua profissão era de marinheiro, sapateiro, astrólogo, adivinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis uma breve análise psicológica de sua vida passada:&lt;br /&gt;Inquisitivo e inventivo, você não se contentava com superficialidades; era um devorador de livros. Tinha talento para o drama: você nasceu actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que você deve fazer nesta sua vida actual:&lt;br /&gt;Acredite: existe uma conexão entre o mundo material e o espiritual. Aprender esta lição é a sua primeira missão nesta vida. Auxiliar este intercâmbio é sua prioridade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E depois disto digo que estou no bom caminho para alcançar o objectivo desta vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O que me intrigou foi eu ter tido tanta profissão junta, ou será que fui só uma delas? É que se fui aquilo tudo, já não deve ser a primeira vez que passo por crises e orçamentos e "aperta o cinto". Que carma!&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/13788418-1838611096971178642?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/1838611096971178642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=1838611096971178642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/1838611096971178642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/1838611096971178642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/02/vida-passada.html' title='Vida Passada'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2lmPxBUKc0c/TWQ0V3XX8wI/AAAAAAAACUM/pHqHEwBxQtM/s72-c/4378229600_b01782620a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-7556187514850622724</id><published>2011-02-21T09:28:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-21T09:31:49.397Z</updated><title type='text'>Eu Quero Saber</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWcTN9boNuk/TWIw33WGiqI/AAAAAAAACUE/JNJMgN5XREA/s1600/Oriah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWcTN9boNuk/TWIw33WGiqI/AAAAAAAACUE/JNJMgN5XREA/s320/Oriah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576073024945687202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Transcrevo uma linda mensagem que recebi no meu mail. Linda! Linda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me interessa o que você faz para viver.&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero saber o quê, de fato, você busca e se você é capaz de ousar sonhar em encontrar as aspirações do seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me interessa a tua idade.&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero saber se você será capaz de se transformar num tolo para poder amar, viver os seus sonhos, aventurar-se de estar vivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me interessa qual o planeta que está em quadrante com a tua lua.&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero saber se você tocou o centro da tua própria tristeza. E se você tem sido exposto pelas traições da vida, ou se você tem se contorcido e se fechado com medo da própria dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero saber se você é capaz de ficar com a alegria, a minha e a sua.&lt;br /&gt;Se você é capaz de dançar loucamente e deixar que o êxtase te envolva até a ponta dos dedos dos pés e das mãos, e sem querer nos aconselhar a sermos mais cuidadosos, mais realistas, ou nos lembrar das limitações do ser humano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me interessa se a história que você está me contando é verdadeira.&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero saber se você é capaz de desapontar o outro para ser verdadeiro consigo mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Se você é capaz de escutar a acusação de traição e não trair a sua própria alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero saber se você pode ser confiável e verdadeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero saber se você pode ver a beleza mesmo quando o dia não está belo.&lt;br /&gt;E se você pode conectar a sua vida através da presença Divina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero saber se você é capaz de viver com os fracassos, os teus e os meus, e mesmo assim se postar nas margens de um lago e gritar para o reflexo da lua: "SIM"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me interessa onde você mora ou quanto dinheiro você ganha.&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero saber se você é capaz de acordar depois da noite do luto e do desespero, exausto e machucado até a alma, e fazer aquilo que precisa ser feito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me interessa o que você é, ou como você chegou aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero saber se você irá postar-se no centro do fogo comigo e não fugir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me interessa onde, o quê, ou com quem você estudou.&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero saber o que te sustenta interiormente quando tudo o mais desaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero saber se você é capaz de ficar bem consigo mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;E se você realmente é boa companhia para si mesmo nos momentos vazios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oriah, Sonhador da Montanha, Ancião Indígena) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-7556187514850622724?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/7556187514850622724/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=7556187514850622724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/7556187514850622724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/7556187514850622724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-quero-saber.html' title='Eu Quero Saber'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gWcTN9boNuk/TWIw33WGiqI/AAAAAAAACUE/JNJMgN5XREA/s72-c/Oriah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-6994825638406314727</id><published>2011-02-20T17:28:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-02-20T17:32:22.749Z</updated><title type='text'>O cúmulo do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4CxduAB6uJ4/TWFP7c--oBI/AAAAAAAACT0/EAcS1dlrgoA/s1600/Running.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4CxduAB6uJ4/TWFP7c--oBI/AAAAAAAACT0/EAcS1dlrgoA/s320/Running.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575825696472604690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ter feito uma corrida valente na passadeira por mais ou menos 15 minutos e malhado como se não houvesse amanhã e agora, em repouso dar-lhe com três bolachinhas com pepitas de chocolate...&lt;br /&gt;Assim, não vou lá!&lt;br /&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/13788418-6994825638406314727?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/6994825638406314727/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=6994825638406314727&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/6994825638406314727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/6994825638406314727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-cumulo-do-dia.html' title='O cúmulo do dia'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4CxduAB6uJ4/TWFP7c--oBI/AAAAAAAACT0/EAcS1dlrgoA/s72-c/Running.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-5808745641308311021</id><published>2011-02-18T20:16:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-18T21:02:10.932Z</updated><title type='text'>A Lot like Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Revi na tv este filme no Domingo passado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lembrei-me como gosto dele.&lt;br /&gt;Para mais tarde recordar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wRCpILi-X4M?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="295"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O filme é simples e não é nada de especial.. mas por alguma razão ficou no meu baú de recordações:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Sq-2vcUnGSQ?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-5808745641308311021?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/5808745641308311021/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=5808745641308311021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/5808745641308311021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/5808745641308311021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/02/lot-like-love.html' title='A Lot like Love'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wRCpILi-X4M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-6470763078638263916</id><published>2011-02-17T19:00:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-02-17T19:12:03.102Z</updated><title type='text'>Grandeza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5iow0csntpw/TV1yqJX1VJI/AAAAAAAACTs/_NoWU-0zjzg/s1600/anime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5iow0csntpw/TV1yqJX1VJI/AAAAAAAACTs/_NoWU-0zjzg/s320/anime.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574737982150497426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A grandeza de uma pessoa não se vê e não se mede, muitas vezes nota-se, noutras não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A grandeza de uma pessoa está em ser humilde ao ponto de aceitar dar-se com pessoas que estão constantemente a auto vangloriarem-se, a auto elegerem-se como sendo as supra sumos, como as mais perfeitas, mais bonitas, mais elegantes ou mais inteligentes.&lt;br /&gt;A grandeza de uma pessoa está em observar isso e aceitar essas pessoas porque sabe, intimamente, que é assim que essas pessoas se sentem felizes. E não há nada melhor do que ver as pessoas felizes.&lt;br /&gt;Para infelicidades temos o Orçamento de Estado para 2011.&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/13788418-6470763078638263916?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/6470763078638263916/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=6470763078638263916&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/6470763078638263916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/6470763078638263916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/02/grandeza.html' title='Grandeza'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5iow0csntpw/TV1yqJX1VJI/AAAAAAAACTs/_NoWU-0zjzg/s72-c/anime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-61762181516647033</id><published>2011-02-16T20:30:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-16T20:44:14.423Z</updated><title type='text'>Temporal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8VjL9Qw-STU/TVw3EWpIskI/AAAAAAAACTU/wpUCWu0zKvY/s1600/truetears_05_the_sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8VjL9Qw-STU/TVw3EWpIskI/AAAAAAAACTU/wpUCWu0zKvY/s320/truetears_05_the_sea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574390986714952258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O temporal que hoje de madrugada se fez sentir e que neste momento está a vir de mansinho aqui pelos lados onde moro é medonho.&lt;br /&gt;Verdadeiramente medonho o som do vento a assobiar, rajadas de vento e chuva a baterem nos estores, que mais parece que vão ser arrancados das janelas.&lt;br /&gt;Querias uma casa com uma vista desafogada?&lt;br /&gt;Então toma lá e já agora aguenta as intempéries que ganham mais força porque estás virada para um magnífico vale.&lt;br /&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/13788418-61762181516647033?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/61762181516647033/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=61762181516647033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/61762181516647033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/61762181516647033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/02/temporal.html' title='Temporal'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8VjL9Qw-STU/TVw3EWpIskI/AAAAAAAACTU/wpUCWu0zKvY/s72-c/truetears_05_the_sea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-8049937735871971561</id><published>2011-02-15T20:39:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-15T20:54:17.275Z</updated><title type='text'>Maleitas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I4xRW84sEVQ/TVrniaEBvdI/AAAAAAAACTM/jAtUW83qjgw/s1600/anime.night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I4xRW84sEVQ/TVrniaEBvdI/AAAAAAAACTM/jAtUW83qjgw/s320/anime.night.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574022067122191826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha maleita que veio de mansinho depois do almoço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hipotensão arterial (Tensão baixa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A tensão arterial varia entre 12 a 14 mmHg (máxima) e 6,5 a 9 mmHg (mínima), se a tensão estiver abaixo destes valores é considerada baixa.&lt;br /&gt;Medi a minha e estava 54-91.... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;baixinha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Causas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Infecções agudas, insuficiência cardíaca, alimentação deficiente, hemorragias, traumatismos, carência de potássio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sintomas:&lt;br /&gt;Tonturas, debilidade geral, enjoo, sensação de cansaço, sonolência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conselhos:&lt;br /&gt;Ingerir alimentos ricos em potássio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cá eu bebi  jantei, bebi um cafézinho e agora vou-me deitar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-8049937735871971561?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/8049937735871971561/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=8049937735871971561&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/8049937735871971561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/8049937735871971561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/02/maleitas.html' title='Maleitas'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I4xRW84sEVQ/TVrniaEBvdI/AAAAAAAACTM/jAtUW83qjgw/s72-c/anime.night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-6189140125193575180</id><published>2011-02-14T21:04:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-14T21:11:45.934Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine´s Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-adY5OT53vvU/TVmZO2CwSZI/AAAAAAAACS0/B1PibJL6iIU/s1600/happy-valentine-anime-style1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-adY5OT53vvU/TVmZO2CwSZI/AAAAAAAACS0/B1PibJL6iIU/s320/happy-valentine-anime-style1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573654494151985554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Por cá jantou-se à luz da vela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não costumo ligar muito à data, mas hoje apetecia-me ligar. Como nunca ligo, este ano gostava que fosse diferente.  Porém trabalhei até muito tarde o que juntando ao temporal que apanhei e às filas de trânsito, cheguei a casa sem vontade de muito.&lt;br /&gt;Resumindo: No fim de semana logo se faz qualquer coisita com calma.&lt;br /&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/13788418-6189140125193575180?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/6189140125193575180/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=6189140125193575180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/6189140125193575180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/6189140125193575180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine´s Day'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-adY5OT53vvU/TVmZO2CwSZI/AAAAAAAACS0/B1PibJL6iIU/s72-c/happy-valentine-anime-style1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-2968499112260360663</id><published>2011-02-12T22:32:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-02-12T22:57:29.382Z</updated><title type='text'>Ai o Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfv1GqZjSHk/TVcPSAPXu8I/AAAAAAAACSs/M_D58n26mLc/s1600/Carinho_Anime_love_%255B2%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfv1GqZjSHk/TVcPSAPXu8I/AAAAAAAACSs/M_D58n26mLc/s320/Carinho_Anime_love_%255B2%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572939865870810050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Muitas vezes, quando estou rodeada de pessoas, gosto de apreciar a individualidade de cada um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não comento, não julgo, apenas observo e deparo-me com uma multiplicidade de seres humanos com uma coisa em comum: Gostam de ser amados, gostam de ser queridos e nunca rejeitados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora para sermos amados, devemos ser os primeiros a fazê-lo. O Amor que queremos e desejamos começa com o que sentimos por nós mesmos e o resto vem por arrasto (como se costuma dizer). O resto vem por adição. Flui naturalmente.&lt;br /&gt;A Frustração que muitas vezes sinto dos que me rodeiam, ou mesmo a indiferença  que dou conta, vem do facto de não saberem lidar com esse tipo de sentimento. Depois acabam cobrando dos outros pelo vazio que elas próprias provocam. Isto porque nenhum outro ser humano conseguirá preencher a base do Amor que deve ser alimentada e conservada por nós mesmos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Primeiro Amamo-nos, depois deixamos que outros nos Amem. Só assim se consegue uma harmonia que tantos desejam e que, infelizmente, tão poucos a têm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cultivem o Amor e nunca sentirão falta dele!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a minha lua está Quarto Crescente. Deve ter sido do solinho que apanhei hoje de tarde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paz****&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/13788418-2968499112260360663?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/2968499112260360663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=2968499112260360663&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/2968499112260360663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/2968499112260360663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/02/ai-o-amor.html' title='Ai o Amor'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfv1GqZjSHk/TVcPSAPXu8I/AAAAAAAACSs/M_D58n26mLc/s72-c/Carinho_Anime_love_%255B2%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-8222020626276883391</id><published>2011-02-11T21:08:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-02-11T21:26:19.338Z</updated><title type='text'>O Tone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8eVhyLxxoG4/TVWoWkkQhnI/AAAAAAAACSk/wKMfY8tOc-4/s1600/Lol_anime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8eVhyLxxoG4/TVWoWkkQhnI/AAAAAAAACSk/wKMfY8tOc-4/s320/Lol_anime.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572545219667199602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ai o que eu me ri com esta anedota. Vocês não têm ideia. Eu acho que já a conhecia, mas de certeza que já me tinha esquecido dela...&lt;br /&gt;Aqui vai:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Tone tinha acabado de comprar o seu Fiat 600 e entusiasmado com o 'bicho' desafia a Vanessa Solange- sua namorada - a dar uma volta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Banessa bais ber como isto anda!... Dá 140, carago!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ai, amuore!!!....Que locura! Se isso anda assinhe eu juro que me poanho toda nua e te salto em cima!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Num digas isso, carago, que eu fico já desorientado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o Tone mete a primeira, segunda, terceira... e já ia a mais de 120!...&lt;br /&gt;A Vanessa Solange, doida com aquilo, começa a despir-se...&lt;br /&gt;Tira a roupinha toda e salta para cima do Tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Banessa!! Banessa!!... Num beijo nada, carago... Assim num consigo bere nada...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Tone ainda tenta controlar o seu Fiat: faz uns piões... umas derrapagens.. e... espeta-se contra uma árvore.&lt;br /&gt;Ele fica preso no carro enquanto que a Vanessa Solange é projectada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Banessa??? Tás bem-ê, amuore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Toue!...E tu, Toane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Toue bem-ê, mas estou preaso, carago!&lt;br /&gt;Olha, bai buscare ajuda! Tem aquelas boambas ali atrás, tens de lá ire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mas ó amuoare, toue toda nua!! E agoara?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tens dire, carago!! E depreissa! Uolha, pega aí na sapatilha e põe à frente da snaita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a Vanessa Solange lá vai, com a sapatilha a tapar a 'coisa', correndo a buscar ajuda.&lt;br /&gt;Chega à bomba e estava lá um senhor a abastecer o carro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ó sinhoare!!! Tenhe de me ajudare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele olha para ela... toda nua com um sapatilha à frente a tapar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tenhe de me ajudare!!! O meu namorado ficou preaso!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ó menina, não sei se consigo...! O rapaz está muuuuuito para dentro!. Só tem uma sapatilha de fora!!!...&lt;br /&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/13788418-8222020626276883391?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/8222020626276883391/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=8222020626276883391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/8222020626276883391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/8222020626276883391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-tone.html' title='O Tone...'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8eVhyLxxoG4/TVWoWkkQhnI/AAAAAAAACSk/wKMfY8tOc-4/s72-c/Lol_anime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-2063672575166136895</id><published>2011-02-10T20:31:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-10T20:32:55.231Z</updated><title type='text'>The Tourist</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GrqpKEOF8uw?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="295"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostei deste filme.&lt;br /&gt;Está muito giro!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-2063672575166136895?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/2063672575166136895/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=2063672575166136895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/2063672575166136895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/2063672575166136895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/02/tourist.html' title='The Tourist'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GrqpKEOF8uw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-2020767987394034997</id><published>2011-02-09T19:35:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-02-09T19:40:09.318Z</updated><title type='text'>As minhas luas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TVLtX42BJTI/AAAAAAAACSc/bQsE7sVNpMs/s1600/moon-light-sword.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TVLtX42BJTI/AAAAAAAACSc/bQsE7sVNpMs/s320/moon-light-sword.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571776683662452018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uma semana de greves. Uma semana em que o trânsito de dia para dia está caótico.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje estou tão cansada que, as ideias que tinha para postar aqui, ficaram-se pelo caminho.&lt;br /&gt;Aliás, o meu cansaço é notório pela qualidade de posts que ando para aqui a postar.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim!&lt;br /&gt;São as minhas luas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A lua está cheia quando o dia começa e quando acaba (quando chego a casa ou quando saio do emprego)...pufff! Dá-se o eclipse ou fica em minguante.&lt;br /&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/13788418-2020767987394034997?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/2020767987394034997/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=2020767987394034997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/2020767987394034997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/2020767987394034997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/02/as-minhas-luas.html' title='As minhas luas'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TVLtX42BJTI/AAAAAAAACSc/bQsE7sVNpMs/s72-c/moon-light-sword.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-1607114982627865737</id><published>2011-02-08T21:23:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-02-08T21:35:58.007Z</updated><title type='text'>Constatações</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TVG27_wi5CI/AAAAAAAACSM/Icv6TUzYaIg/s1600/likemynails-239106.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TVG27_wi5CI/AAAAAAAACSM/Icv6TUzYaIg/s320/likemynails-239106.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571435355877598242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adoro vernizes das mais diversas cores, das escuras às mais claras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adoro ter as unhas arranjaditas, não muito compridas e pintadinhas, mas o que não adoro é ter de retocar quase diáriamente o esmalte que teima em saltar, ou gastar, na pontinha das "ganfias".&lt;br /&gt;Irra que ser mulher dá trabalho como tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P.S.- &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje estou melhor, apenas espirrei umas 20 vezes ao longo do dia, já não me dói a garganta mas o nariz ainda entope de quando em vez. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-1607114982627865737?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/1607114982627865737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=1607114982627865737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/1607114982627865737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/1607114982627865737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/02/constatacoes.html' title='Constatações'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TVG27_wi5CI/AAAAAAAACSM/Icv6TUzYaIg/s72-c/likemynails-239106.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-8683781467013698750</id><published>2011-02-07T21:59:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-02-07T22:23:12.053Z</updated><title type='text'>My Dear Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TVBwaA7KlDI/AAAAAAAACSE/-jRJSAtI5dU/s1600/sickofitall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TVBwaA7KlDI/AAAAAAAACSE/-jRJSAtI5dU/s320/sickofitall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571076331284370482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cabelo já está pintado.&lt;br /&gt;As unhitas arranjadas e pintadas.&lt;br /&gt;A pele do nariz uma lástima de tanto me assoar. Os olhos ainda meio inchados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A minha disposição para regressar ao trabalho esteve mais rasteirinha que um crocodilo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A febre ainda me fez uma leve visitinha acompanhada de uma sonolência durante a tarde.&lt;br /&gt;Uma Segunda-Feira animada e agradável. Pelo menos estava composta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quem diria que vinha aqui falar de uma coisa que ando a ver no meu local de trabalho, mas acabei por desistir. É que não há pachorra para gente gananciosa que só pensam em dinheiro e posições na hierarquia. Estou farta de Chefes e aspirantes.&lt;br /&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/13788418-8683781467013698750?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/8683781467013698750/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=8683781467013698750&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/8683781467013698750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/8683781467013698750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-dear-monday.html' title='My Dear Monday'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TVBwaA7KlDI/AAAAAAAACSE/-jRJSAtI5dU/s72-c/sickofitall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-7710984370772500243</id><published>2011-02-06T09:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-06T09:55:09.075Z</updated><title type='text'>Cores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TU5vz5N_osI/AAAAAAAACR0/2cieJeZks2o/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TU5vz5N_osI/AAAAAAAACR0/2cieJeZks2o/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570512726427411138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se há coisa que já me anda a fazer comichões nas unhas dos pés é o facto de, em cada 3 semanas, eu ter de pintar a raíz dos cabelos. A raíz e não só, já que desde que virei os 30 aninhos que sou presenteada, quase mensalmente, com cabelinhos brancos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O cabelo branco não me aquece nem me arrefece, porém se não o pinto todo de uma cor, sinto-me "abandalhada", triste e desmotivada. Deve ser porque não estou habituada. Mas isto de andar sempre a pintar o cabelo cansa-me a beleza!&lt;br /&gt;Devia haver uma fórmula em que, era escolhida a cor, carregava-se num botão e "voilá". Tudo pronto e sempre a andar em segundos. Isso sim, era qualidade de vida. Se assim fosse, provavelmente estava sempre a mudar de cor.&lt;br /&gt;Era isso e a depilação, mas este tema deixo para a próxima.&lt;br /&gt;Agora vou ali pintar a trunfa e aproveitar o Domingo.&lt;br /&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/13788418-7710984370772500243?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/7710984370772500243/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=7710984370772500243&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/7710984370772500243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/7710984370772500243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/02/cores.html' title='Cores'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TU5vz5N_osI/AAAAAAAACR0/2cieJeZks2o/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-2703478249301640092</id><published>2011-02-04T16:22:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-02-04T16:36:48.184Z</updated><title type='text'>Decorações</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como estou em casa a curar a "carraspana" e como não consigo parar quieta. Ando por aí  na net a ver ideias para decorar a minha casinha, num estilo oriental...claro!&lt;br /&gt;Coisinhas que gostei de ver:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TUwqEx6NQLI/AAAAAAAACRs/EDh6wuIsWn0/s1600/6438075_sybm6.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TUwqEx6NQLI/AAAAAAAACRs/EDh6wuIsWn0/s320/6438075_sybm6.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569873100755779762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TUwp-lbINEI/AAAAAAAACRk/dJGp3InG1DU/s1600/6438079_6KZzd.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TUwp-lbINEI/AAAAAAAACRk/dJGp3InG1DU/s320/6438079_6KZzd.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569872994324984898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TUwp3SEglgI/AAAAAAAACRc/zcNSpAszeqY/s1600/6438194_E2cRD.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TUwp3SEglgI/AAAAAAAACRc/zcNSpAszeqY/s320/6438194_E2cRD.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569872868870755842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TUwpuuRh6VI/AAAAAAAACRU/H_GL0pf1aUQ/s1600/decoracao-japonesa-p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TUwpuuRh6VI/AAAAAAAACRU/H_GL0pf1aUQ/s320/decoracao-japonesa-p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569872721822738770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TUwphKZHqQI/AAAAAAAACRM/X9XO7assFq8/s1600/quarto-tatami-panda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TUwphKZHqQI/AAAAAAAACRM/X9XO7assFq8/s320/quarto-tatami-panda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569872488852596994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Resta-me ir andando por aí, nas mais variadas lojinhas que encontrar e adaptar algumas ideias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-2703478249301640092?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/2703478249301640092/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=2703478249301640092&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/2703478249301640092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/2703478249301640092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/02/decoracoes.html' title='Decorações'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TUwqEx6NQLI/AAAAAAAACRs/EDh6wuIsWn0/s72-c/6438075_sybm6.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-2710228092227308521</id><published>2011-02-03T15:21:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-03T15:27:37.372Z</updated><title type='text'>Ano do Coelho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TUrI4tmM3CI/AAAAAAAACQc/Q8d7g4HgxSw/s1600/ano%2Bdo%2Bcoelho%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 164px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TUrI4tmM3CI/AAAAAAAACQc/Q8d7g4HgxSw/s320/ano%2Bdo%2Bcoelho%2B2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569484765835090978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Começaram ontem as festividades do ano novo chinês.&lt;br /&gt;Abram alas ao ano do Coelho.&lt;br /&gt;Eu como Coelha estou animada, pois augura muitas coisas boas... Venham elas que esta gripe já está a dar conta do meu humor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Características deste novo ano:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um ano calmo, muito bem vindo e muito necessitado após o ano feroz do tigre. Nós devemos apagar alguns pontos, curar as nossas feridas e começar com algum descanso após todas as batalhas do ano precedente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O bom gosto e refinamento brilharão em tudo e as pessoas reconhecerão que a persuasão é melhor do que a força. Uma época harmoniosa em que a diplomacia, as relações internacionais e a política darão um grande passo outra vez. Nós agiremos com discrição e faremos concessões razoáveis sem demasiada dificuldade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O momento de prestar atenção ao que se passa à nossa volta. A influência do coelho tende a estragar os momentos de mais conforto despertando e relevando a eficácia e o sentido do dever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lei e a ordem serão as máximas deste ano; as regras e os regulamentos deverão ser cumpridos. No entanto, ninguém parece incomodar-se muito com estas realidades desagradáveis. Estão mais ocupados em se apreciar ou simplesmente a  fazer coisas fáceis. O cenário é quieto e calmo, deteriorando-se ao ponto de provocar sonolência. Nós todos teremos uma tendência para pôr de lado as tarefas desagradáveis por um período o mais longo possível. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ganhar-se dinheiro sem muito trabalho. O nosso estilo de vida será lânguido e cheio de lazer. Um ano temperado com ritmo lento. Pode-nos parecer possível ser feliz sem demasiados cuidados."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texto retirado &lt;a href="http://www.hoops.pt/astrologia/coelho.htm"&gt;daqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&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/13788418-2710228092227308521?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/2710228092227308521/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=2710228092227308521&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/2710228092227308521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/2710228092227308521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/02/ano-do-coelho.html' title='Ano do Coelho'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TUrI4tmM3CI/AAAAAAAACQc/Q8d7g4HgxSw/s72-c/ano%2Bdo%2Bcoelho%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-7163297102834952886</id><published>2011-02-02T08:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-02T08:51:21.278Z</updated><title type='text'>Vitinho</title><content type='html'>Faz 25 anos... Que ternura... Belos tempos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PyAZaMtvrDY?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SgLrE9TWwqk?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou cá com uma "carraspana" que já ía para a caminha também!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-7163297102834952886?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/7163297102834952886/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=7163297102834952886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/7163297102834952886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/7163297102834952886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/02/vitinho.html' title='Vitinho'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/PyAZaMtvrDY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-6325902959326266802</id><published>2011-01-31T20:45:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-31T20:52:23.408Z</updated><title type='text'>Ai Confúcio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TUcgepESWQI/AAAAAAAACQA/9FYPtsdpJiE/s1600/confucio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TUcgepESWQI/AAAAAAAACQA/9FYPtsdpJiE/s320/confucio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568455175058905346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confúcio dixit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"O que sabemos, saber que o sabemos. Aquilo que não sabemos, saber que não o sabemos: eis o verdadeiro saber."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Isto não se aplica em nada com o meu dia de hoje. Nem sei bem o que sei e o que não sei não faço a mínima ideia. O que valeu é que o dia, para mim até passou depressa, logo a agonia do saber e não saber foi fluindo com as horas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Master Confuciou&lt;/span&gt;s...&lt;br /&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/13788418-6325902959326266802?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/6325902959326266802/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=6325902959326266802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/6325902959326266802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/6325902959326266802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/01/ai-confucio.html' title='Ai Confúcio'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TUcgepESWQI/AAAAAAAACQA/9FYPtsdpJiE/s72-c/confucio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-1231080070077532865</id><published>2011-01-29T21:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-29T21:22:06.684Z</updated><title type='text'>Dancing in the Street</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9G4jnaznUoQ?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E hoje é Sábado! E amanhã é Domingo! E ainda não é dia de ir trabalhar!&lt;br /&gt;Estou Feliz!&lt;br /&gt;Não estivesse um frio de rachar lá fora que eu até dançava na rua... mas na boa!&lt;br /&gt;Como os malucos! :)&lt;br /&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/13788418-1231080070077532865?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/1231080070077532865/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=1231080070077532865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/1231080070077532865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/1231080070077532865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/01/dancing-in-street.html' title='Dancing in the Street'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9G4jnaznUoQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-9158532897650220451</id><published>2011-01-28T19:39:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-28T19:54:43.673Z</updated><title type='text'>Janeiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TUMebvG8DSI/AAAAAAAACP4/pH1GQ005aa8/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TUMebvG8DSI/AAAAAAAACP4/pH1GQ005aa8/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567327026210934050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E o mês de Janeiro está a chegar ao fim e com ele aquela terrível sensação de voltar ao trabalho e não ter um tusto no bolso.&lt;br /&gt;Só espero que este tempinho também comece a animar um bocadinho, porque já não há paciência para tanto frio.&lt;br /&gt;Assim que paro por um bocadinho cá em casa, começam logo as mãos e o nariz a congelar, já para não falar nos pés. Não se consegue estar sem aquecimento. Já não há "pachorra". Só estou bem com dois pares de meias, casaquinhos de lã e dentro da cama com o aquecedor ligado. Mas o que é isto?&lt;br /&gt;Lá me vão valendo as litradas de chá que bebo que sempre me aquecem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu moro num apartamento, não numa casa (pelo menos para já) e este ano sinto mesmo F-R-I-O. O que não é muito normal. Normalmente os apartamentos são mais quentes que as casas, mas não o meu. O meu está a tornar-se numa arca congeladora. E sim, as janelas estão devidamente fechadas.&lt;br /&gt;Passemos já para o mês de Abril, que sempre é mais agradável!&lt;br /&gt;Isto tudo para dizer que, em menos de nada, lá se está a ir o Janeiro.&lt;br /&gt;Isto tudo para escrever um pouco de nada, já que tenho tanto assunto e por vezes opto pelo mais simples e fácil.&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/13788418-9158532897650220451?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/9158532897650220451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=9158532897650220451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/9158532897650220451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/9158532897650220451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/01/janeiro.html' title='Janeiro'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TUMebvG8DSI/AAAAAAAACP4/pH1GQ005aa8/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-7123692734832186903</id><published>2011-01-27T19:22:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-01-27T19:36:24.753Z</updated><title type='text'>Motivação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TUHIikX_W8I/AAAAAAAACPw/jr4BHClw-1w/s1600/tired.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TUHIikX_W8I/AAAAAAAACPw/jr4BHClw-1w/s320/tired.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566951110612048834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoje precisei de muita motivação para estar no meu local de trabalho durante a tarde. Esta não veio. Safei-me com força interior para não pegar na mala e ir embora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje foi daqueles dias em que fui trabalhar contrariada. Bocejei quase o dia todo, as ramelas criavam-se nos cantos dos olhos. A cabeça tendia a cair e os olhos ardiam de cansaço. Sem paciência para nada nem ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;Estava melhor na caminha! Ah pois estava!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tenho andado muito cansada, tanto fisicamente como psicologicamente.&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/13788418-7123692734832186903?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/7123692734832186903/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=7123692734832186903&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/7123692734832186903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/7123692734832186903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/01/motivacao.html' title='Motivação'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TUHIikX_W8I/AAAAAAAACPw/jr4BHClw-1w/s72-c/tired.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-2364827879298569084</id><published>2011-01-26T20:53:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-01-26T21:06:04.600Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia de lua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TUCL6WcswrI/AAAAAAAACPg/VhqlqY4TsKs/s1600/anime-moon-light-violet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TUCL6WcswrI/AAAAAAAACPg/VhqlqY4TsKs/s320/anime-moon-light-violet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566602974004560562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citação lida e aplaudida:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se você se recusa a aceitar menos que o melhor, com frequência você consegue o que quer&lt;/span&gt;" - Somerset Maugham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As oportunidades estão por toda a parte, temos é que abrir bem a pestana e não nos entregarmos a ideias negativas e derrotistas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Isto é muito bonito na teoria, na prática é bem mais difícil. Não é impossível. É apenas difícil. Daí o grande esforço inicial para mudarmos as nossas próprias consciências já programadas.&lt;br /&gt;Uma vez alteradas, tornamo-nos capazes de ver para além dos nossos horizontes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é dia de lua por aqui...nota-se!&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/13788418-2364827879298569084?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/2364827879298569084/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=2364827879298569084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/2364827879298569084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/2364827879298569084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/01/dia-de-lua.html' title='Dia de lua'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TUCL6WcswrI/AAAAAAAACPg/VhqlqY4TsKs/s72-c/anime-moon-light-violet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-7603220261376712886</id><published>2011-01-25T19:21:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-25T19:35:12.308Z</updated><title type='text'>Prémio</title><content type='html'>A &lt;a href="http://petalasdepalavras.blogspot.com/"&gt;Irina&lt;/a&gt; deu-me este selo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TT8jWaZ-nbI/AAAAAAAACPY/jt5OYxG7-cA/s1600/SELOOOOOOOOOO.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TT8jWaZ-nbI/AAAAAAAACPY/jt5OYxG7-cA/s320/SELOOOOOOOOOO.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566206532405599666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada Irina. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No entanto tenho que seguir uma regra que é avisar os 15 (sim, não são catorze, não são dezasseis mas quinze) blogs a quem eu der este selinho:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the winners are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyone that read me and like the stuff that I post...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A modos que é assim, partilho com o mundo o meu selinho e peço desculpa à Irina por ter quebrado a corrente, mas enfim... não tenho tempo, neste momento para as correntes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muita Luz e Paz para todos.****&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/13788418-7603220261376712886?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/7603220261376712886/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=7603220261376712886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/7603220261376712886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/7603220261376712886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/01/premio.html' title='Prémio'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TT8jWaZ-nbI/AAAAAAAACPY/jt5OYxG7-cA/s72-c/SELOOOOOOOOOO.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-2595296392630509652</id><published>2011-01-23T20:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-23T20:59:28.300Z</updated><title type='text'>Depressão de Domingo à noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Go8ry63ZLss?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too depressed to talk... cause tomorrow is Monday and it sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ao som desta bela melodia vou meditar e relaxar e não pensar no "fresquinho" que amanhã de manhã vai estar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa Semana para todos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-2595296392630509652?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/2595296392630509652/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=2595296392630509652&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/2595296392630509652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/2595296392630509652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/01/depressao-de-domingo-noite.html' title='Depressão de Domingo à noite'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Go8ry63ZLss/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-5216714370154494591</id><published>2011-01-22T22:56:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-01-22T23:44:06.395Z</updated><title type='text'>A estudar os Chacras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TTthJljB5HI/AAAAAAAACOA/cuYdW6MpwuA/s1600/chacras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TTthJljB5HI/AAAAAAAACOA/cuYdW6MpwuA/s320/chacras.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565148581872133234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A palavra &lt;i&gt;chacra&lt;/i&gt;/chakra vem do &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/S%C3%A2nscrito" title="Sânscrito"&gt;sânscrito&lt;/a&gt;  e significa "roda", "disco", "centro" ou "plexo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São centros energéticos que utilizam a energia pura que nos rodeia conforme a nossa mente entende que deve ser usada.&lt;br /&gt;Transformam a energia pura que nos rodeia para a colocar numa determinada vibração e colocá-la num determinado ponto do plano físico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os sete chacras princípais são (tirado &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chacra"&gt;daqui&lt;/a&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muladhara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TTtopL8kV4I/AAAAAAAACOI/oTP0YiUPrXA/s1600/chakra01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 97px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TTtopL8kV4I/AAAAAAAACOI/oTP0YiUPrXA/s320/chakra01.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565156821337134978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chacra Raiz)&lt;br /&gt;Nome em sânscrito: MULADHARA ("Base e fundamento"; "Suporte")&lt;br /&gt;Mantra: Lam.&lt;br /&gt;Localização: Base da Espinha.&lt;br /&gt;Cor: Vermelho.&lt;br /&gt;Elemento: Terra.&lt;br /&gt;Cristais: Rubi, giz vermelho granada, olho de tigre, onix, turmalina preta, ágata, hematita, jaspe, coral vermelho.&lt;br /&gt;Funções: Traz vitalidade para o corpo físico.&lt;br /&gt;Qualidades Positivas: Coragem, Estabilidade. Individualidade, Paciência, Saúde, Sucesso e Segurança.&lt;br /&gt;Qualidades Negativas: Insegurança, Raiva, Tensão e Violência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro chacra (conhecido como Chacra Base ou Raiz), situado na base da espinha dorsal, relaciona-se com o poder criador da energia sexual. Quando esse chacra está enfraquecido indica distúrbios da sexualidade ou disfunções endócrinas. Quando excessivamente energizado e como consequência observamos a sexualidade exacerbada ou até mesmo a presença de um tumor no local.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Svadhisthana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TTto57_zWoI/AAAAAAAACOQ/LOS3sfQkmek/s1600/chakra02.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 97px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TTto57_zWoI/AAAAAAAACOQ/LOS3sfQkmek/s320/chakra02.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565157109113510530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chacra órgão genital e base da barriga)&lt;br /&gt;Nome em sânscrito: SWADHISTANA ("Morada do Prazer")&lt;br /&gt;Mantra: Mam.&lt;br /&gt;Localização: Abaixo do umbigo.&lt;br /&gt;Cor: Laranja.&lt;br /&gt;Elemento: Água.&lt;br /&gt;Cristais: corais, âmbar, cornalina, turmalina rosa, topázio e quartzo citrino.&lt;br /&gt;Funções: Força e vitalidade física.&lt;br /&gt;Qualidades Positivas: Assimilação de novas ideias, Dar e Receber, Desejo, Emoções, Mudanças, Prazer, Saúde e Tolerância.&lt;br /&gt;Qualidades Negativas: Confusão, Ciúme, Impotência, Problemas da bexiga e Problemas Sexuais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O segundo chacra também chamado esplénico, sacro ou do baço, é responsável pela energização geral do organismo, e por ele penetram as energias cósmicas mais subtis, que a seguir são distribuídas pelo corpo. Quando esse chacra é estimulado, propicia uma boa captação energética.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manipura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TTtpQcZDC6I/AAAAAAAACOY/joisAd38knU/s1600/chakra03.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 97px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TTtpQcZDC6I/AAAAAAAACOY/joisAd38knU/s320/chakra03.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565157495766453154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chacra do umbigo)&lt;br /&gt;Nome em sânscrito: MANIPURA ("Cidade das Jóias")&lt;br /&gt;Mantra: Ram.&lt;br /&gt;Localização: Zona da barriga.&lt;br /&gt;Cor: Amarelo.&lt;br /&gt;Elemento: Fogo.&lt;br /&gt;Funções: Digestão, emoções e metabolismo.&lt;br /&gt;Cristais: Âmbar, Olho de Tigre, Ouro, pirita de ferro, topázio, quartzo, citrino.&lt;br /&gt;Qualidades Positivas:&lt;br /&gt;Auto controle, Autoridade, Energia, Humor, Imortalidade, Poder pessoal e Transformação.&lt;br /&gt;Qualidades Negativas: Medo, Ódio, Problemas digestivos e Raiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O terceiro chacra (conhecido como Chakra do Plexo Solar) localiza-se na região do umbigo ou do plexo solar, e está relacionado com as emoções. Quando muito energizado, indica que a pessoa é voltada para as emoções e prazeres imediatos. Quando fraco sugere carência energética, baixo magnetismo, susceptibilidade emocional e a possibilidade de doenças crónicas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anahata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TTtpalX7dzI/AAAAAAAACOg/jmVTqQiRtrU/s1600/chakra04.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 97px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TTtpalX7dzI/AAAAAAAACOg/jmVTqQiRtrU/s320/chakra04.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565157669976373042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chacra cardíaco)&lt;br /&gt;Nome em sânscrito: ANAHATA ("Invicto"; "Inviolado")&lt;br /&gt;Mantra: Yam.&lt;br /&gt;Localização: Coração.&lt;br /&gt;Cor: Verde (cura e energia vital); Rosa (Amor).&lt;br /&gt;Elemento: Ar.&lt;br /&gt;Cristais: Turmalina, jade, esmeralda, quartzo rosa.&lt;br /&gt;Funções: Energiza o sangue e o corpo físico.&lt;br /&gt;Qualidades Positivas: Amor incondicional, Compaixão, Equilíbrio, Harmonia e Paz.&lt;br /&gt;Qualidades Negativas: Desequilíbrio, Instabilidade emocional, Problemas de coração e circulação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O quarto chacra situa-se na direcção do coração. Relaciona-se principalmente com o timo e o coração. Sua energia corresponde ao amor e à devoção, como formas subtis e elevadas de emoção. Quando activado desenvolve todo o potencial para o amor altruísta. Quando enfraquecido indica a necessidade de se libertar do egoísmo e de cultivar maior dedicação ao próximo. No aspecto físico, também pode indicar doenças cardíacas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Visuddha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TTtpkmuIHxI/AAAAAAAACOo/_TUT_qitwcs/s1600/chakra05.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 97px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TTtpkmuIHxI/AAAAAAAACOo/_TUT_qitwcs/s320/chakra05.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565157842136604434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chacra Laríngeo)&lt;br /&gt;Nome em sânscrito: VISHUDDA ("O purificador")&lt;br /&gt;Mantra: Ham.&lt;br /&gt;Localização: Na garganta.&lt;br /&gt;Cor: Azul claro.&lt;br /&gt;Elemento: Éter.&lt;br /&gt;Cristais: Aqua, turquesa, calcedónia, sodalita, lápis-lazúli e Safira.&lt;br /&gt;Funções: Som, vibração, comunicação.&lt;br /&gt;Qualidades Positivas: Comunicação, Criatividade, Conhecimento, Honestidade, Integração, Lealdade e Paz.&lt;br /&gt;Qualidades Negativas: Depressão, Ignorância e Problemas na comunicação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;O quinto chacra fica na frente da garganta e está ligado à tireóide. Relaciona-se com a capacidade de percepção mais subtil, com o entendimento e com a voz. Quando desenvolvido, de forma geral, indica força de carácter, grande capacidade mental e discernimento. Em caso contrário, pode indicar doenças tireoidianas e fraquezas de diversas funções físicas, psíquicas ou mentais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ajña&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TTtptesf5zI/AAAAAAAACOw/X5peio47HUA/s1600/chakra06.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 97px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TTtptesf5zI/AAAAAAAACOw/X5peio47HUA/s320/chakra06.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565157994601113394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chacra Frontal)&lt;br /&gt;Nome em sânscrito: AJÑA ("O Centro de comando")&lt;br /&gt;Mantra: Om.&lt;br /&gt;Localização: Na testa, entre as sobrancelhas.&lt;br /&gt;Cor: Azul índigo.&lt;br /&gt;Elemento: Todos os elementos.&lt;br /&gt;Cristais: Ametista, lapis lazuli, quartzo, azurita, alexandrita, azurita, pérola, safira.&lt;br /&gt;Funções: Revitaliza sistema nervoso e a visão.&lt;br /&gt;Qualidades Positivas: Concentração, Devoção, Intuição, Imaginação, Realização da alma e Sabedoria.&lt;br /&gt;Qualidades Negativas: Dores de cabeça, Falta de concentração, Medo, Problema nos olhos, Pesadelos e Tensão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sexto chacra situa-se no ponto entre as sobrancelhas. Conhecido como "terceiro olho" na tradição hinduísta, está ligado à capacidade intuitiva e à percepção subtil. Quando bem desenvolvido, pode indicar um sensitivo de alto grau. Enfraquecido aponta para um certo primitivismo psico-mental ou, no aspecto físico, para tumoração craniana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sahasra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TTtp4H-dcJI/AAAAAAAACO4/UUwfm5GLO2w/s1600/chakra07.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 97px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TTtp4H-dcJI/AAAAAAAACO4/UUwfm5GLO2w/s320/chakra07.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565158177480994962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chacra Coroa)&lt;br /&gt;Nome em sânscrito: SAHASRA ("O Lótus das mil pétalas")&lt;br /&gt;Mantra: Aum.&lt;br /&gt;Localização: No topo da cabeça, bem no centro.&lt;br /&gt;Cor: Violeta e Branco.&lt;br /&gt;Elemento: Todos os elementos.&lt;br /&gt;Cristais: Cristal rocha, diamante, ametista, turmalina celestina e branco.&lt;br /&gt;Funções: Revitaliza o cérebro.&lt;br /&gt;Qualidades Positivas: Percepção além do tempo e do espaço. Abre a consciência para o infinito.&lt;br /&gt;Qualidades Negativas: Alienação, Confusão, Depressão e Falta de Inspiração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sétimo é o mais importante dos chacras, situa-se no alto da cabeça e relaciona-se com o padrão energético global da pessoa. Conhecido como chacra da coroa, é representado na tradição indiana por uma flor-de-lótus de mil pétalas na cor violeta. Através dele recebemos a luz divina. A tradição de coroar os reis fundamenta-se no princípio da estimulação deste chacra, de modo a dinamizar a capacidade espiritual e a consciência superior do ser humano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a modos que é assim. Ando a estudar estas coisitas e estou a adorar!&lt;br /&gt;Muita Paz e Luz para todos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/13788418-5216714370154494591?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/5216714370154494591/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=5216714370154494591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/5216714370154494591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/5216714370154494591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/01/estudar-os-chacras.html' title='A estudar os Chacras'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TTthJljB5HI/AAAAAAAACOA/cuYdW6MpwuA/s72-c/chacras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-7192913794206874220</id><published>2011-01-21T19:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-21T19:27:55.593Z</updated><title type='text'>Proposta</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/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TTnd_d-hq5I/AAAAAAAACN4/xeaeSh_YoSQ/s1600/Thinking_Anime_Girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TTnd_d-hq5I/AAAAAAAACN4/xeaeSh_YoSQ/s320/Thinking_Anime_Girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564722897041337234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este fim de semana que se quer calmo, vai ser de meditar e decidir sobre uma proposta que me foi feita para mudar de poiso.&lt;br /&gt;Se fosse ganhar mais do que o que ganho agora, nem pensava duas vezes e aceitava.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, e há sempre um mas, não posso ir ganhar mais, não posso negociar vencimento.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que vou para um sítio que tem a ver com o meu curso mas noutras áreas, que não aquelas em que me encontro, mas colocam-se questões sobre se eu irei gostar, será que faço bem em mudar ou será que me estou a precipitar já que estou farta de "rengo-rengo" em que me encontro?&lt;br /&gt;Vou pensar bem no assunto, porque mudar só por mudar, não!&lt;br /&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/13788418-7192913794206874220?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/7192913794206874220/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=7192913794206874220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/7192913794206874220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/7192913794206874220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/01/proposta.html' title='Proposta'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TTnd_d-hq5I/AAAAAAAACN4/xeaeSh_YoSQ/s72-c/Thinking_Anime_Girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-6624451693063341415</id><published>2011-01-20T20:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-20T20:57:41.520Z</updated><title type='text'>Que queriducha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TTihpkNv_bI/AAAAAAAACNw/7iDiQdlUfrg/s1600/cute-anime-girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TTihpkNv_bI/AAAAAAAACNw/7iDiQdlUfrg/s320/cute-anime-girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564375075084303794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ando tão queriducha a conduzir.&lt;br /&gt;Ela deixa que os "pategos" entrem à sua frente mesmo que esteja com pressa.&lt;br /&gt;Ela permite que os "animais" façam lá as manobras que queiram.&lt;br /&gt;Ela não se chateia com as "lesmas" que insistem em andar a 30 km ou menos em áreas quase desertas.&lt;br /&gt;Ela agradece aos "fuços" quando a deixam entrar (mas isto já fazia).&lt;br /&gt;Ela não se chateia com os "burros" que fazem as rotundas por fora.&lt;br /&gt;Ela já nem liga quando algum carro passa por ela de noite com as luzes apagadas (antes resmungava algo do género: "assassino d´um raio").&lt;br /&gt;Ela deixa-se ir atrás de autocarros e carrinhas na ponte e não se incomoda de não ver a ponta de um "chavelho" e só a parte traseira do veículo camelo...&lt;br /&gt;Enfim!&lt;br /&gt;Ando uma queriducha!&lt;br /&gt;É isso e o facto de ter começado a andar mais devagar pois ao preço que a gasolina está, não me posso esticar muito, senão qualquer dia nem como!&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/13788418-6624451693063341415?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/6624451693063341415/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=6624451693063341415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/6624451693063341415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/6624451693063341415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/01/que-queriducha.html' title='Que queriducha!'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TTihpkNv_bI/AAAAAAAACNw/7iDiQdlUfrg/s72-c/cute-anime-girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-6130760663493027036</id><published>2011-01-19T20:29:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-19T20:42:05.077Z</updated><title type='text'>Money, money, money</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TTdL92biIlI/AAAAAAAACNo/yiL2jxZm6Y0/s1600/angry_belldandy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TTdL92biIlI/AAAAAAAACNo/yiL2jxZm6Y0/s320/angry_belldandy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563999390594638418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje já não posso ouvir falar em dinheiro, vencimentos, descontos, IRS, CGA e afins e não, não trabalho numa Direcção de Recursos Humanos, na parte dos Vencimentos.&lt;br /&gt;É que já não há quem aguente as lamentações daquelas pessoas que recebem o dobro do que eu recebo e ainda se lamentam porque não sabem o que fazer sem aquele dinheirinho.&lt;br /&gt;Já vi que lá para os lados onde trabalho quem recebe menos e quem tem realmente grandes dificuldades com esta crise nem abre o bico, porque já está habituado a que o Estado lhes vá ao bolso. Os outros, só porque não podem ir ao cabeleireiro todas as semanas, ou comprar roupas ou malas "Prada", "Adolf Dominguez" e "Massimo Dutti" quase que cortam os pulsos.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Senhores!&lt;br /&gt;A crise passa por todos...&lt;br /&gt;É triste, mas acaba por ser anedótico ouvir estas pessoas a dizerem que precisam do dinheiro que lhes tiraram... Mas ostentam vidas para lá de desafogadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já estou como os outros: "E o povo pá?" - "Quero dinheiro para comprar um carro novo, pá?"...&lt;br /&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/13788418-6130760663493027036?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/6130760663493027036/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=6130760663493027036&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/6130760663493027036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/6130760663493027036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/01/money-money-money.html' title='Money, money, money'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TTdL92biIlI/AAAAAAAACNo/yiL2jxZm6Y0/s72-c/angry_belldandy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-8100026725779243290</id><published>2011-01-18T21:44:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-18T21:58:03.905Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje</title><content type='html'>Hoje estou de poucas frases e pensamentos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje apetece-me postar este vídeo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9FWKvPmFP2k?fs=1" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até amanhã!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13788418-8100026725779243290?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/8100026725779243290/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=8100026725779243290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/8100026725779243290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/8100026725779243290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/01/hoje.html' title='Hoje'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9FWKvPmFP2k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13788418.post-1550327978186652747</id><published>2011-01-17T20:55:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-17T21:13:54.759Z</updated><title type='text'>Abrir ou não abrir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TTSwe71firI/AAAAAAAACNg/ONC0n9iY6vw/s1600/images2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TTSwe71firI/AAAAAAAACNg/ONC0n9iY6vw/s320/images2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563265485214026418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava a fazer o jantar. Triturar os legumes para fazer creme de cenoura. Escorrer a água do esparguete e eis senão quando ouço a campainha tocar. O som da campainha é o do hall das escadas e não o som da porta da rua. Sei logo que alguém deixou entrar outro alguém que agora, à hora de jantar se lembra de vir vender tv por cabo, internet e mais não sei quê.&lt;br /&gt;Fico furiosa por terem deixado entrar alguém estranho no prédio, mas por outro lado sei que as pessoas apenas estão a trabalhar, a cumprir ordens a tentar atingir objectivos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo após ouvir a campainha, vem o meu índio a correr, chamando-me e alertando-me que existe alguém que está do lado de fora, pelo que lhe digo para pedir ao pai  já que hoje, é o meu dia de estar na cozinha e não podia sair dali. O meu príncipe, normalmente não abre a porta porque não quer saber e porque está satisfeito com o que tem.&lt;br /&gt;A pessoa acabou por ir embora e ouviu o cão ( a minha fera de 40 cm), o índio a chamar pela mãe e a mãe a mandá-lo ao pai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho pena, mas estou em minha casa e abro a porta a quem eu quiser e não sou obrigada a abrir a porta sempre que tocam.&lt;br /&gt;Mas fiquei num dilema: "Devia abrir ou não abrir?"&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/13788418-1550327978186652747?l=moutrolado.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/feeds/1550327978186652747/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13788418&amp;postID=1550327978186652747&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/1550327978186652747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13788418/posts/default/1550327978186652747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moutrolado.blogspot.com/2011/01/abrir-ou-nao-abrir.html' title='Abrir ou não abrir...'/><author><name>Angelik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00217659203608634745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/S3bZMGTh4yI/AAAAAAAABcI/t-Kvz6YYsEE/S220/Ghost_in_the_Shell_32%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLKI_6FYxcc/TTSwe71firI/AAAAAAAACNg/ONC0n9iY6vw/s72-c/images2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
