<?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-3570626991663419534</id><updated>2011-07-29T10:01:29.429+01:00</updated><category term='Dor'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Recados'/><category term='Quotidiano'/><category term='Reflexões de Vida'/><category term='Amor'/><category term='Máximas da Vida'/><category term='Optimismo'/><category term='Ócio'/><category term='Vidas...'/><category term='AMIGOS'/><category term='...'/><title type='text'>O S3N71DO D4 V1D4</title><subtitle type='html'>Ainda não sei bem mas a vida tem mesmo de ter sentido, senão passamos por aqui e dela nada retiramos... é melhor não ficar à espera ou a ver navios e dar sentido à vida!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-5094072886382237854</id><published>2010-05-11T15:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T15:24:26.357+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>A morte da executiva bem-sucedida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Foi tudo muito rápido. A executiva bem-sucedida sentiu uma pontada no peito, vacilou, cambaleou. Deu um gemido e apagou-se. Quando voltou a abrir os olhos, viu-se diante de um imenso Portal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ainda meio tonta, atravessou-o e viu uma miríade de pessoas. Todas vestindo cândidos camisolões e caminhando despreocupadas. Sem entender bem o que estava a acontecer, a executiva bem-sucedida abordou um dos passantes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Enfermeiro, eu preciso voltar com urgência para o meu escritório, porque tenho um meeting importantíssimo. Aliás, acho que fui trazida para cá por engano, porque o meu seguro de saúde é Platina, e isto aqui está a parecer-me mais a urgência dum Hospital público. Onde é que nós estamos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- No céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- No céu?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- É.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- O céu, CÉU...?! Aquele com querubins, anjinhos e coisas assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Exacto! Aqui vivemos todos em estado de graça permanente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Apesar das óbvias evidências, ausência de poluição, toda a gente a sorrir, ninguém a usar telemóvel, a executiva bem-sucedida levou tempo a admitir que havia mesmo batido a bota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tentou então o plano B: convencer o interlocutor, por meio das infalíveis técnicas avançadas de negociação, de que aquela situação era inaceitável. Porque, ponderou, dali a uma semana iria receber o bónus anual, além de estar fortemente cotada para assumir a posição de presidente do conselho de administração da empresa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;E foi aí que o interlocutor sugeriu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Talvez seja melhor a senhora conversar com Pedro, o coordenador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- É?! E como é que eu marco uma audiência? Ele tem secretária?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Não, não. Basta estalar os dedos e ele aparece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Assim? (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Quem me chama?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A executiva bem-sucedida quase desabava da nuvem. À sua frente, imponente, segurando uma chave que mais parecia um martelo, estava o próprio Pedro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mas, a executiva tinha feito um curso intensivo de approach para situações inesperadas e reagiu logo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Bom dia. Muito prazer. Belas sandálias. Eu sou uma executiva bem-sucedida e...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Executiva... Que palavra estranha. De que século veio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Do XXI. O distinto vai dizer-me que não conhece o termo 'executiva'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Já ouvi falar. Mas não é do meu tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Foi então que a executiva bem-sucedida teve um insight. A máxima autoridade ali no paraíso aparentava ser um zero à esquerda em modernas técnicas de gestão empresarial. Logo, com seu brilhante currículo tecnocrático, a executiva poderia rapidamente assumir uma posição hierárquica, por assim dizer, celestial ali na organização.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Sabe, meu caro Pedro. Se me permite, gostaria de lhe fazer uma proposta. Basta olhar para essa gente toda aí, só na palheta e andando a toa, para perceber que aqui no Paraíso há enormes oportunidades para dar um upgrade na produtividade sistémica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- É mesmo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Pode acreditar, porque tenho PHD em reorganização. Por exemplo, não vejo ninguém usando identificação. Como é que a gente sabe quem é quem aqui, e quem faz o quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Ah, não sabemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Percebeu? Sem controlo, há dispersão. E dispersão gera desmotivação. Com o tempo isto aqui vai acabar em anarquia. Mas podemos resolver isso num instante implementando um simples programa de targets individuais e avaliação de performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Que interessante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- É claro que, antes de tudo, precisaríamos de uma hierarquização e um organograma funcional, nada que dinâmicas de grupo e avaliações de perfis psicológicos não consigam resolver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- !!!...???...!!!...???...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Aí, contrataríamos uma consultoria especializada para nos ajudar a definir as estratégias operacionais e estabeleceríamos algumas metas factíveis de leverage, maximizando, dessa forma, o retorno do investimento do Grande Accionista... Ele existe, certo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Sobre todas as coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Óptimo. O passo seguinte seria partir para um downsizing progressivo, encontrar sinergias high-tech, redigir manuais de procedimento, definir o marketing mix e investir no desenvolvimento de produtos alternativos de alto valor agregado. O mercado telestérico, por exemplo, parece-me extremamente atractivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Incrível!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- É óbvio que, para conseguir tudo isso, teremos de nomear um board de altíssimo nível. Com um pacote de remuneração atraente, é claro. Coisa assim de salário de seis dígitos e todos os fringe benefits e mordomias da praxe. Porque, agora falando de colega para colega, tenho a certeza de que vai concordar comigo, Pedro. O desafio que temos pela frente vai resultar num Turnaround radical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Impressionante!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Isso significa que podemos partir para a implementação?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Não. Significa que a senhora terá um futuro brilhante... se for trabalhar com o nosso concorrente. Porque acaba de descrever, exactamente, como funciona o Inferno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Max Gehringer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(Revista Exame)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-5094072886382237854?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5094072886382237854/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=5094072886382237854' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/5094072886382237854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/5094072886382237854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2010/05/morte-da-executiva-bem-sucedida.html' title='A morte da executiva bem-sucedida'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-817084222930918561</id><published>2010-02-03T09:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-03T09:45:03.085Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Máximas da Vida'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O valor das coisas não está no tempo que elas duram, mas na intensidade com que acontecem. Por isso existem momentos inesquecíveis, coisas inexplicáveis e pessoas incomparáveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-817084222930918561?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/817084222930918561/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=817084222930918561' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/817084222930918561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/817084222930918561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-valor-das-coisas-nao-esta-no-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-6643643062734739896</id><published>2010-01-13T12:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-13T12:19:26.363Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vidas...'/><title type='text'>Santa Bebiana</title><content type='html'>Transcrevo aqui uma pequena história contada pelo meu pai, referente à zona da Beira Baixa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No dia dos meus anos festeja-se Santa Bebiana, que na Beira Baixa é tida como a santa padroeira das mulheres bêbadas, só pelo nome vir&lt;br /&gt;associado a bebi...das. Em muitas aldeias, sobretudo dos concelhos de Castelo Branco e Idanha, fazia-se nessa noite com grande algazarra, a nomeação da mordoma e das restantes componentes da direcção  da Confraria de Santa Bebiana, geralmente anunciadas pelo tolinho da aldeia. Nessa altura as mulheres que gostavam da pinga tomavam-na às escondidas pelo que era difícil apanhá-las com um grão na asa e por isso havia um grande cuidado em não nomear alguém sem a certeza do vício e normalmente era nomeada mordoma aquela que tinha sido apanhada com a boca na botija pela primeira vez no último ano. Isso dava às vezes aso a que alguns maridos apanhados de surpresa perdessem a cabeça, pela vergonha que uma revelação daquele calibre lançava sobre a família, e dessem uma valente surra às respectivas. Como estás a imaginar, era uma noite de festa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-6643643062734739896?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6643643062734739896/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=6643643062734739896' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/6643643062734739896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/6643643062734739896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2010/01/santa-bebiana.html' title='Santa Bebiana'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-5376387110750849975</id><published>2009-12-14T11:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-14T12:00:48.297Z</updated><title type='text'>Aqui vai um POSTAL DE NATAL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nhxf2Xg4xGc&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nhxf2Xg4xGc&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-5376387110750849975?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5376387110750849975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=5376387110750849975' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/5376387110750849975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/5376387110750849975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2009/12/aqui-vai-um-postal-de-natal.html' title='Aqui vai um POSTAL DE NATAL!'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-6384120706013736357</id><published>2009-10-19T12:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T12:17:02.798+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Máximas da Vida'/><title type='text'>importante...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"...E de novo acredito  que nada do que é importante se perde verdadeiramente. Apenas nos iludimos,  julgando ser donos das coisas, dos instantes, e dos outros. Comigo caminham  todos os mortos que amei, todos os amigos que se afastaram, todos os dias  felizes que se apagaram. Não perdi nada, apenas a ilusão de que tudo podia ser  meu para sempre. "  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Esta é uma reflexão de  Miguel de Sousa Tavares a propósito da perda da sua mãe, a escritora e poetisa  Sophia de Mello-Breyner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3570626991663419534-6384120706013736357?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6384120706013736357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=6384120706013736357' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/6384120706013736357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/6384120706013736357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/importante.html' title='importante...'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-5646103464952595663</id><published>2009-10-15T11:47:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T12:05:44.476+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vidas...'/><title type='text'>Desde que fui à China deu nisto....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/StcB98IJmcI/AAAAAAAAAGs/xgTlfyF0Mnc/s1600-h/IMG00175-20090920-0747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/StcB98IJmcI/AAAAAAAAAGs/xgTlfyF0Mnc/s400/IMG00175-20090920-0747.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392781242423417282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ora vejam só &lt;a href="http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/um-italiano-em-malta.html"&gt;台中禾雅堂經典乳酪蛋糕&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-5646103464952595663?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5646103464952595663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=5646103464952595663' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/5646103464952595663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/5646103464952595663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2009/10/desde-que-fui-china-deu-nisto.html' title='Desde que fui à China deu nisto....'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/StcB98IJmcI/AAAAAAAAAGs/xgTlfyF0Mnc/s72-c/IMG00175-20090920-0747.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-1951968125522275954</id><published>2009-05-02T17:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T19:20:05.917+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OUiudv3NAoA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OUiudv3NAoA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois... por vezes na vida há dois sentidos.... &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Está de morte!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-1951968125522275954?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1951968125522275954/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=1951968125522275954' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/1951968125522275954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/1951968125522275954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/um-italiano-em-malta.html' title=''/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-4765413338944993761</id><published>2009-04-26T16:17:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T16:25:55.054+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Máximas da Vida'/><title type='text'>Saber "saloio"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SfR75zwMTYI/AAAAAAAAAGc/eXE_9opafMs/s1600-h/P1150404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329020492161240450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SfR75zwMTYI/AAAAAAAAAGc/eXE_9opafMs/s400/P1150404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Em trabalho pela zona saloia de Lisboa deprarei-me com este comentário sobre a vida (agricola):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;o tempo em não dando temos de arribar para outro lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Verdadeiro saber popular!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-4765413338944993761?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4765413338944993761/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=4765413338944993761' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/4765413338944993761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/4765413338944993761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/saber-saloio.html' title='Saber &quot;saloio&quot;'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SfR75zwMTYI/AAAAAAAAAGc/eXE_9opafMs/s72-c/P1150404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-33831207179957924</id><published>2009-04-24T09:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T09:46:23.053+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Aplica-se não só à função pública mas a todo o país.</title><content type='html'>ERA UMA VEZ... quatro funcionários públicos chamados Toda-a-Gente, Alguém, Qualquer-Um e Ninguém. &lt;br /&gt;Havia um trabalho importante para fazer e Toda-a-Gente tinha a certeza que Alguém o faria. Qualquer-Um podia fazê-lo, mas Ninguém o fez. Alguém zangou-se porque era um trabalho para Toda-a-Gente.Toda-a-Gente pensou que Qualquer-Um podia tê-lo feito, mas Ninguém constatou que Toda-a-Gente não o faria. No fim, Toda-a-Gente culpou Alguém, quando Ninguém fez o que Qualquer-Um poderia ter feito.Foi assim que apareceu o Deixa-Andar, um 5.º funcionário para evitar todos estes problemas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(esta foi acabadinha de chegar por mail de uma amiga... e como o tempo escasseia, aqui fica!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-33831207179957924?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/33831207179957924/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=33831207179957924' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/33831207179957924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/33831207179957924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2009/04/aplica-se-nao-so-funcao-publica-mas.html' title='Aplica-se não só à função pública mas a todo o país.'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-9061788510505287904</id><published>2009-03-06T11:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-06T11:07:59.581Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vidas...'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>" Quando a gente pensa que sabe todas as respostas, vem a vida e muda todas as perguntas... "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-9061788510505287904?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/9061788510505287904/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=9061788510505287904' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/9061788510505287904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/9061788510505287904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-8284535319252606183</id><published>2009-02-28T15:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-28T15:01:39.722Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>book of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KZoHtLhSF3w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KZoHtLhSF3w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-8284535319252606183?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8284535319252606183/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=8284535319252606183' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/8284535319252606183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/8284535319252606183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2009/02/book-of-love.html' title='book of love'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-50119052707700835</id><published>2009-02-18T10:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:37:02.042Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dor'/><title type='text'>DOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Na nossa família há uma música que foi escrita e composta por um antepassado e que no seu refrão diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Cantai, cantai, que as nossas mágoas,&lt;br /&gt;São como o vento, são como as águas,&lt;br /&gt;O vento passa e as águas correm,&lt;br /&gt;E as nossas mágoas cansadas morrem”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes, na vida, as mágoas são mais fortes que o tempo e acabam por ser as mágoas que nos matam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-50119052707700835?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/50119052707700835/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=50119052707700835' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/50119052707700835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/50119052707700835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2009/02/dor.html' title='DOR'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-7608871623783915437</id><published>2009-02-16T12:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-16T12:14:03.744Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões de Vida'/><title type='text'>O Estranho Caso de Benjamin Button</title><content type='html'>Efectivamente aqui está outra perspectiva de vida!&lt;br /&gt;Há determinados filmes ou livros que me levam irremediavelmente a pensar que poderia ter feto mais coisas na minha vida. Poderia ter sido uma vida mais cheia ou completa&lt;br /&gt;Acaba por ser sempre uma atitude critica ao percurso de vida…&lt;br /&gt;Acabo por sentir um certo vazio nostálgico de que em determinadas alturas poderia ter feito mais, ou diferente, mais empenhado ou actuante…&lt;br /&gt;No fundo ter sido mais gerador de acontecimentos do que aquilo que fui!&lt;br /&gt;Talvez a minha paciência com a vida me tenha levado a fazer este percurso!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-7608871623783915437?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7608871623783915437/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=7608871623783915437' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/7608871623783915437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/7608871623783915437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-estranho-caso-de-benjamin-button.html' title='O Estranho Caso de Benjamin Button'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-372875613720677576</id><published>2009-02-08T13:43:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-08T13:46:10.469Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>e as obras começaram...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SY7h4LQdufI/AAAAAAAAAGU/6rDxuomXWKU/s1600-h/P1140953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300422166672423410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SY7h4LQdufI/AAAAAAAAAGU/6rDxuomXWKU/s400/P1140953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Depois do recrutamento, há que fazer obras para ter bons espaços de trabalho!&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/3570626991663419534-372875613720677576?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/372875613720677576/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=372875613720677576' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/372875613720677576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/372875613720677576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2009/02/e-as-obras-comecaram.html' title='e as obras começaram...'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SY7h4LQdufI/AAAAAAAAAGU/6rDxuomXWKU/s72-c/P1140953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-7223123476276051767</id><published>2009-01-29T18:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-29T18:22:58.460Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ócio'/><title type='text'>Publicidade inteligente.... para homens!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SYHz4A9Z31I/AAAAAAAAAGM/6ettpgMg1Gw/s1600-h/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SYHz4A9Z31I/AAAAAAAAAGM/6ettpgMg1Gw/s400/image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296782780420185938" 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/3570626991663419534-7223123476276051767?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7223123476276051767/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=7223123476276051767' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/7223123476276051767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/7223123476276051767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2009/01/publicidade-inteligente-para-homens.html' title='Publicidade inteligente.... para homens!'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SYHz4A9Z31I/AAAAAAAAAGM/6ettpgMg1Gw/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-1295359520460725886</id><published>2009-01-28T10:25:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-01-29T20:09:28.306Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Optimismo'/><title type='text'>Optimismo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SYA034eKWJI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1LEFsOZ-Rl4/s1600-h/copo_dagua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296291296444045458" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 146px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SYA034eKWJI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1LEFsOZ-Rl4/s200/copo_dagua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No seguimento do anterior post.... aqui segue um testemunho de quem anda nestas lides...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nem sempre nos apercebemos, mas o ser humano está constantemente a interpretar a realidade e essa interpretação pode fazer com que nos sintamos mais ou menos felizes, mais ou menos capazes de lidar com essa mesma realidade.&lt;br /&gt;Todos passamos por acontecimentos negativos e por acontecimentos positivos, mas a diferença reside na avaliação que fazemos e na explicação que damos às situações. A metáfora do copo é flagrante: a mesma quantidade de líquido num copo pode ser vista de diferentes perspectivas. Os mais pessimistas encaram o copo como ainda meio vazio, em contraste com os mais optimistas que reforçam o facto do copo já estar meio cheio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;É importante salientar que o discurso optimista não pretende negligenciar os problemas; outra boa notícia é que esta atitude mais positiva pode ser treinada!&lt;/span&gt; As estratégias podem ser exercitadas e depois facilmente se tornam automáticas para o dia-a-dia.&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro passo consiste em identificar a situação e as ideias que daí surgem “Não vou ser capaz de lidar com esta situação…” ou “Vou já desistir…”. Postos estes pensamentos, há que rebatê-los e mudar o discurso (e esta é a parte mais difícil, é verdade!) reconhecendo os aspectos mais positivos (ou menos negativos) de toda a situação. Esta nova visão do problema, pondo de parte os dramatismos, potencia a energia positiva para procurar soluções construtivas.&lt;br /&gt;Resumindo, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;o optimista encara as tarefas mais difíceis como oportunidades de crescimento e não como ameaças a evitar; é perseverante, não desiste facilmente; alia esforços e recursos para ultrapassar as suas dificuldades&lt;/span&gt;. É isto que esperamos de si!&lt;br /&gt;E sendo este um contexto escolar, é sempre bom lembrar que as crianças e os adolescentes são bastante permeáveis aos modelos dos adultos que os rodeiam. Se os adultos manifestarem uma forma positiva de ver a realidade, será mais provável que os jovens também adoptem esta postura. No fundo, o que se pretende é que os nossos alunos consigam abraçar os seus desafios diários confiando que são capazes de os vencer, que não tenham medo de “arregaçar as mangas” quando lhes é proposta uma nova tarefa e que tenham vontade de aprender, mesmo os conteúdos mais difíceis.&lt;br /&gt;Sem dúvida que desta forma estão a ampliar o seu leque de conhecimentos e de experiências para a vida, que os ajudarão a ver sempre o lado mais positivo e a nunca deixar de ter esperança no futuro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Ana Rita Antunes&lt;br /&gt;(Psicóloga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-1295359520460725886?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1295359520460725886/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=1295359520460725886' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/1295359520460725886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/1295359520460725886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2009/01/optimismo.html' title='Optimismo...'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SYA034eKWJI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1LEFsOZ-Rl4/s72-c/copo_dagua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-4091833612852050500</id><published>2009-01-26T10:12:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-26T10:13:48.434Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Máximas da Vida'/><title type='text'>A vida é:</title><content type='html'>“&lt;em&gt;A vida é como um cobertor demasiado pequeno.&lt;br /&gt;Puxa-se para cima e fica-se com os pés de fora,&lt;br /&gt;sacudimo-lo para baixo e ficamos a tremer de frio nos ombros;&lt;br /&gt;mas as pessoas bem-dispostas conseguem encolher os joelhos&lt;br /&gt;e passar uma noite muito confortável&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Marion Howard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-4091833612852050500?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4091833612852050500/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=4091833612852050500' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/4091833612852050500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/4091833612852050500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2009/01/vida.html' title='A vida é:'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-748254397248797278</id><published>2009-01-22T08:48:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:52:24.621Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões de Vida'/><title type='text'>Jantar de homens...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SXgzohnk82I/AAAAAAAAAFc/cC5gf4KHs1A/s1600-h/lucca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294038133286171490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SXgzohnk82I/AAAAAAAAAFc/cC5gf4KHs1A/s200/lucca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Apenas eu e o meu filho (15 anos) e muita conversa sobre a vida, ou o sentido dela…&lt;br /&gt;No final, já no carro de volta a casa, ofereci-lhe um pequeno livro que tinha comprado, com outro propósito, numa estação de correios perto de casa. &lt;em&gt;Integridade&lt;/em&gt; era o seu título.&lt;br /&gt;Decidi empenhar-me, conscientemente, em criar filhos responsáveis!&lt;br /&gt;Ou mais do que isso, filhos íntegros!&lt;br /&gt;Esta postura, que acaba por não constituir em si uma novidade, acaba por ganhar clareza face a tudo o que a vida me ensinou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-748254397248797278?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/748254397248797278/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=748254397248797278' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/748254397248797278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/748254397248797278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2009/01/jantar-de-homens.html' title='Jantar de homens...'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SXgzohnk82I/AAAAAAAAAFc/cC5gf4KHs1A/s72-c/lucca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-6723643415864519807</id><published>2009-01-19T11:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-19T11:56:00.597Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vidas...'/><title type='text'>Zoodiaco... agora sim, e até condiz comigo!!!</title><content type='html'>CARANGUEJO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Protector. Emocional.&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser tímido.&lt;br /&gt;Muito amoroso e gentil.&lt;br /&gt;Bonito.&lt;br /&gt;Sócios excelentes para vida..&lt;br /&gt;Protector.&lt;br /&gt;Inventivo e imaginativo.&lt;br /&gt;Cauteloso.&lt;br /&gt;Tipo de pessoa sensível.&lt;br /&gt;Necessidade de ser amado pelos outros.&lt;br /&gt;Magoa-se facilmente, mas simpático.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-6723643415864519807?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6723643415864519807/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=6723643415864519807' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/6723643415864519807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/6723643415864519807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2009/01/zoodiaco-agora-sim-e-at-condiz-comigo.html' title='Zoodiaco... agora sim, e até condiz comigo!!!'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-8241749867566276629</id><published>2009-01-16T10:26:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:29:39.015Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vidas...'/><title type='text'>SOCORRO!!!</title><content type='html'>Não, não é a estação de Metro em Lisboa...&lt;br /&gt;A demência ataca-me em larga escala!&lt;br /&gt;Já publico artigos com signos que não são os meus!&lt;br /&gt;Já nem me conheço… :S&lt;br /&gt;A falta de tempo ataca a lucidez de forma lapidar!&lt;br /&gt;Talvez precise mais de psicoterapia do que de fisioterapia!!!&lt;br /&gt;Help!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-8241749867566276629?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8241749867566276629/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=8241749867566276629' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/8241749867566276629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/8241749867566276629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2009/01/socorro.html' title='SOCORRO!!!'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-8128285692364288118</id><published>2009-01-15T18:59:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:03:59.885Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>Zoodiaco...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SW-IU2GWlpI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Cz_LYwRopsM/s1600-h/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 91px; height: 89px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SW-IU2GWlpI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Cz_LYwRopsM/s200/07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291597978884544146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Enviaram-me este mail que sem creditar em signos resolvi verificar a sua validade face à minha personalidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Depois de abrir este e-mail, não há volta a dar. Abaixo são verdadeiras descrições de signos do Zodíaco. Leia o e-mail e reencaminhe-o. Isto é real, e se tentar ignorar ou mudar isto, a primeira coisa que você notará amanhã de manhã será que terá um dia horrível, que só acabará à meia-noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GÉMEOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Tagarela.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Não me vejo assim… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inteligente e engenhoso&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Ele há quem diga… mas por vezes já me vi dotado de uma falta de inteligência e discernimento para determinadas situações….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parece estar sempre de saída&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;também não tanto….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Muito falador.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Também não tanto mas se calhar por vezes falo em vez de ficar caldo (talvez ganhasse mais…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vivo, enérgico. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;De vez em quando deveria ser mais enérgico…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adaptável mas com necessidade de se expressar&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Adaptável sem dúvida, muitas vezes face às circunstâncias!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Argumentativo e franco&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sem dúvida!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gosta de mudança.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Aliás mudar é sinal de inteligência! Para melhor só não muda quem é parvo… ou quem não pode!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Versátil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Por vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ocupado, mas às vezes nervoso e tenso.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Ocupado com o trabalho, talvez mais nervoso e tenso com outras problemáticas…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fofoqueiro&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Esta não se ajusta… não sou mulher (hehehehe…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pode parecer superficial ou incoerente.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Bem dito (pode parecer… não sei se parece, mas acho que não!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Só e sujeito a mudança.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Só não estou, sujeito a mudanças estamos todos nesta vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bonito fisicamente e mentalmente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Deixo ao critério de terceiros!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5 anos de azar se você não remete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;obviamente não remeti... esperam-me ali à porta 5 anos de azar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;sff vão visitar-me ao hospital!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-8128285692364288118?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8128285692364288118/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=8128285692364288118' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/8128285692364288118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/8128285692364288118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2009/01/zoodiaco_15.html' title='Zoodiaco...'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SW-IU2GWlpI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Cz_LYwRopsM/s72-c/07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-1884092435718670270</id><published>2009-01-09T19:25:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-09T19:30:46.875Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...'/><title type='text'>Corpo... Simone</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GGBjUIPch_s&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GGBjUIPch_s&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-1884092435718670270?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1884092435718670270/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=1884092435718670270' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/1884092435718670270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/1884092435718670270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2009/01/comear-de-novo.html' title='Corpo... Simone'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-2792811944628327738</id><published>2009-01-07T11:13:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-07T11:21:18.698Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Arquitecto/a Precisa-se!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SWSP_TjmPFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/tpPKFvmAP3k/s1600-h/20050201+Praga+102-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288510180183915602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SWSP_TjmPFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/tpPKFvmAP3k/s400/20050201+Praga+102-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se alguém souber de um/a arquitecto/a para trabalhar, com menos de 5 anos de formação (de preferência na Faculdade de Arquitectura de Lisboa (UTL)/Porto), para trabalhar em Lisboa... pode comentar este post!&lt;br /&gt;A gerência agradece!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-2792811944628327738?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2792811944628327738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=2792811944628327738' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/2792811944628327738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/2792811944628327738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2009/01/arquitectoa-precisa-se.html' title='Arquitecto/a Precisa-se!'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SWSP_TjmPFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/tpPKFvmAP3k/s72-c/20050201+Praga+102-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-1258076226029238105</id><published>2009-01-04T19:21:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:00:43.015Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vidas...'/><title type='text'>UM BOM ANO NOVE DE DOIS MIL E NOVO!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SWEObm_C6wI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Yc_pIB--Dwc/s1600-h/P1000025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287523304993909506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SWEObm_C6wI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Yc_pIB--Dwc/s400/P1000025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheio de novas perspectivas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheio de novas resoluções!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos positivos!!&lt;br /&gt;Muito Optimismo!&lt;br /&gt;e ventos de mudança....&lt;br /&gt;para melhor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;este sentido de esperança lusa não me larga...&lt;/em&gt; :-))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aqui vos deixo este link d"&lt;em&gt;O que melhor se faz no mundo para um mundo melhor&lt;/em&gt;" psi positiva!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://immagazine.sapo.pt/vip-por/"&gt;http://immagazine.sapo.pt/vip-por/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-1258076226029238105?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1258076226029238105/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=1258076226029238105' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/1258076226029238105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/1258076226029238105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2009/01/um-bom-ano-nove-de-dois-mil-e-novo.html' title='UM BOM ANO NOVE DE DOIS MIL E NOVO!!!!'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SWEObm_C6wI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Yc_pIB--Dwc/s72-c/P1000025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-7374483480627311420</id><published>2008-12-30T16:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-30T16:29:27.162Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vidas...'/><title type='text'>poema...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O poeta é um fingidor.&lt;br /&gt;Finge tão completamente&lt;br /&gt;Que chega a fingir que é dor&lt;br /&gt;A dor que deveras sente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E os que lêem o que escreve,&lt;br /&gt;Na dor lida sentem bem,&lt;br /&gt;Não as duas que ele teve,&lt;br /&gt;Mas só a que eles não têm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim nas calhas de roda&lt;br /&gt;Gira, a entreter a razão,&lt;br /&gt;Esse comboio de corda&lt;br /&gt;Que se chama coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-7374483480627311420?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7374483480627311420/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=7374483480627311420' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/7374483480627311420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/7374483480627311420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/12/poema.html' title='poema...'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-5532166253610871677</id><published>2008-12-26T11:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-26T11:57:45.637Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Natal e Filhos...</title><content type='html'>Desde há alguns anos a esta parte, em casa dos meus pais, onde se reúnem todos os filhos e netos (já são 15!) na noite de 24 de Dezembro, introduziu-se o hábito de, começando pelo filho mais velho, escrever ou ler um qualquer texto alusivo ao Natal de forma a dar sentido à noite e à consoada.&lt;br /&gt;Mas este ano a minha mãe juntou um texto com mais de 1600 anos… terrível de tão actual que é!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“O bem dos vossos filhos será o que eles próprios tiverem escolhido: não sonheis ver realizados neles os vossos desejos. Bastará que saibam amar o bem e defender-se do mal, e que tenham horror à &lt;a href="http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/10/odeio-que-as-pessoas-me-mintam-que.html"&gt;mentira&lt;/a&gt;. Não pretendeis pois desenhar o seu futuro; sede antes orgulhosos de eles tomarem o seu futuro nas mãos, mesmo quando vos parecer que eles vos esquecem. Não encorajeis ingénuas ideias de grandeza, mas se Deus os chamar a fazer qualquer coisa de bom e grande, não sejais obstáculos que os impeçam de voar. Não vos arrogais o direito de tomar decisões por eles, mas ajudai-os a compreender que é preciso escolher e que não devemos admirar-nos se o que eles amam exige esforço e por vezes faz &lt;a href="http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/11/vida.html"&gt;sofrer&lt;/a&gt;, porque não se pode suportar uma vida vivida para nada. Mais do que os vossos conselhos, é a estima que eles têm por vós e a estima que vós tendes por eles que os ajudará; mais do que por mil recomendações esmagadoras, eles serão ajudados pelos &lt;a href="http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/10/respeito.html"&gt;gestos&lt;/a&gt; que tiverem visto em casa. (…) Todos os discursos sobre a caridade não me ensinarão mais do que o gesto da minha mãe que manda entrar um vagabundo cheio de fome; e não conheço melhor gesto para mostrar o orgulho de ser homem do que quando o meu pai vai defender um homem acusado injustamente. Que os vossos filhos vivam em vossa casa no bem-estar que põe à vontade e encoraja a sair de casa, porque ele põe em ti a confiança de Deus e o gosto de uma vida bem vivida.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Stº Ambrósio, Bispo de Milão (séc. IV)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-5532166253610871677?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5532166253610871677/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=5532166253610871677' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/5532166253610871677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/5532166253610871677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/12/natal-e-filhos.html' title='Natal e Filhos...'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-8391508461632256179</id><published>2008-12-23T01:16:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-30T16:29:51.689Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vidas...'/><title type='text'>new year resolution</title><content type='html'>Depois de ter tido a sorte de passar a passagem de ano de 2006/07 em NY, aprendi que lá a opção passa por colocar um propósito para o novo ano.&lt;br /&gt;Um compromisso que fazemos com vista à alteração de um mau hábito, um sonho adiado ou tão simplesmente uma nova mudança na vida… para melhor!&lt;br /&gt;Se quiserem aceitar a sugestão, escrevam num papel e introduzam o mesmo numa das bolas da árvore de Natal, uma bola que vejam que é especial, podem marcar (para o ano que vem compram uma especial para vocês que simbolize esse ano… ao fim de alguns anos podem ver a vossa vida num sinal da árvore de Natal).&lt;br /&gt;Desta forma “atamos” o Natal ao Ano Novo&lt;br /&gt;Lanço este desfia a:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://anoranaterra.blogspot.com/"&gt;Minanora&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thingsthatmakeusdo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rita&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://prontoassimtabem.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tita&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogue-simples.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchingfor-myspecialself.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kami&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quepancadas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pancadas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifeluscious.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ti&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-8391508461632256179?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8391508461632256179/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=8391508461632256179' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/8391508461632256179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/8391508461632256179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year-resolution.html' title='new year resolution'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-1720770254336545369</id><published>2008-12-23T01:09:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-23T01:15:43.548Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>Prendas de Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SVA7uT5sj6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/jdNGzrcy9Vs/s1600-h/mages.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282788029707882402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SVA7uT5sj6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/jdNGzrcy9Vs/s400/mages.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confesso que não tenho pachorra para andar a comprar prendas de Natal desenfreadamente, apenas para cumprir uma meta...&lt;br /&gt;Devíamos dar uma prenda aos outros quando nos apetecesse...&lt;br /&gt;Assim escusávamos de andar feitos baratas tontas pelas lojas à procura por vezes de uma qualquer bugiganga só para ter qualquer coisa para agradar (se calhar) a alguém...&lt;br /&gt;Além disso é sabido o nível de stress em que um homem entra quando está nas compras contrariamente ao que acontece com uma mulher!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-1720770254336545369?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1720770254336545369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=1720770254336545369' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/1720770254336545369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/1720770254336545369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/12/prendas-de-natal.html' title='Prendas de Natal'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SVA7uT5sj6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/jdNGzrcy9Vs/s72-c/mages.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-6328430803372952034</id><published>2008-12-11T09:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:43:17.528Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões de Vida'/><title type='text'>OPTIMISMO vrs DESIDEOLOGIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SUDgr_-hW5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/8Yj_ScB5nm4/s1600-h/optimismo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278465809790884754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SUDgr_-hW5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/8Yj_ScB5nm4/s200/optimismo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buscando dicas que deixei nos comentários da Mimanora…&lt;br /&gt;Pergunto-me será o Optimismo o Anti-Sentido da vida?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras do dicionário…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPTIMISMO&lt;br /&gt;Optimismo caracteriza-se por ser uma forma de pensamento. É sinónimo de pensamento positivo, ou seja, uma pessoa optimista é uma pessoa que vê as coisas pelo lado bom.Cientificamente, já foi comprovado que o optimismo pode entardecer o processo de uma doença. Estudos revelam que pessoas optimistas na sua recuperação conseguem viver por mais tempo. Isso devido à ligação entre nosso sistema nervoso e sistema imunológico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras que não constam no dicionário… mas fazem falta!&lt;br /&gt;DESIDEOLOGIA&lt;br /&gt;Acto de desilusão, onde as expectativas colocadas não foram atingidas.Acto de criar uma ilusão sobre um determinado facto ou pessoa, viver olhando constantemente essa mesma ilusão e mais tarde deparar-se que afinal a realidade é diferente daquilo que sempre se quis ou sonhou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-6328430803372952034?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6328430803372952034/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=6328430803372952034' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/6328430803372952034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/6328430803372952034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/12/optimismo-vrs-desideologia.html' title='OPTIMISMO vrs DESIDEOLOGIA'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SUDgr_-hW5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/8Yj_ScB5nm4/s72-c/optimismo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-6920352554518944361</id><published>2008-12-08T19:03:00.011Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:50:47.124Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vidas...'/><title type='text'>Azeite...</title><content type='html'>Depois de algumas crianças pensarem que o azeite se fazia retirando o caroço e espremendo a azeitona... foi tempo de os levar ao lagar!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/ST1znqmUDWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/pD9MEuXTpt4/s1600-h/P1140815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277501463635168610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/ST1znqmUDWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/pD9MEuXTpt4/s400/P1140815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A azeitona é deitada numa cuba com saída no fundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/ST1yo4kiLcI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rsNBdGqFqjg/s1600-h/P1140822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277500385054043586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/ST1yo4kiLcI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rsNBdGqFqjg/s400/P1140822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; transportada para o lagar...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277501192398601426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/ST1zX4KefNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Eezu6PQwC7o/s400/P1140807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;abre-se a comporta e cai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/ST1yV9cC0yI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ysUwH-bDppU/s1600-h/P1140824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277500059943097122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/ST1yV9cC0yI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ysUwH-bDppU/s400/P1140824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; moida em mós de granito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/ST1xrI3jEBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/N6lxyPu009I/s1600-h/P1140870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277499324276871186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/ST1xrI3jEBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/N6lxyPu009I/s400/P1140870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; colocada nas ceiras depois de moída...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/ST1xd8_B16I/AAAAAAAAAD0/4eTzG52wYng/s1600-h/P1140803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277499097748723618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/ST1xd8_B16I/AAAAAAAAAD0/4eTzG52wYng/s400/P1140803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; vai para a prensa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/ST1wy0iI0AI/AAAAAAAAADs/DL7iRMntFN4/s1600-h/P1140826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277498356745687042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/ST1wy0iI0AI/AAAAAAAAADs/DL7iRMntFN4/s400/P1140826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 300 toneladas de força!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/ST1wfXXMPiI/AAAAAAAAADk/CtyDWBGoTbA/s1600-h/P1140832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277498022497631778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/ST1wfXXMPiI/AAAAAAAAADk/CtyDWBGoTbA/s400/P1140832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e aqui está ele pronto... quase pronto...depois de se separar do restante com água quente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já lá diz o ditado... o Azeite é como a Verdade, vem sempre ao cimo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-6920352554518944361?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6920352554518944361/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=6920352554518944361' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/6920352554518944361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/6920352554518944361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/12/azeite.html' title='Azeite...'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/ST1znqmUDWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/pD9MEuXTpt4/s72-c/P1140815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-772856469463898583</id><published>2008-12-08T18:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:03:37.530Z</updated><title type='text'>8 Dezembro 1640</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/ST1vgmZGdUI/AAAAAAAAADU/PUGxsnPm8yE/s1600-h/ns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277496944200414530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/ST1vgmZGdUI/AAAAAAAAADU/PUGxsnPm8yE/s200/ns.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi neste dia que em Vila Viçosa o rei coroou Nossa Senhora da Conceição, exactamente uma semana depois de termos posto fora os Filipes de Espanha!&lt;br /&gt;Desde então mais nenhum rei voltou a usar a coroa!&lt;br /&gt;E nas cortes celebradas em Lisboa no ano de 1646 declarou el-rei D. João IV que tomava a Virgem Nossa Senhora da Conceição por padroeira do Reino de Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;Para mim este será sempre o dia da Mãe, contrariamente ao que o comércio conseguiu instituir em Maio, equilibrando as compras de presentes, e perdeu-se o seu real significado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-772856469463898583?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/772856469463898583/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=772856469463898583' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/772856469463898583'/><link rel='self' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões de Vida'/><title type='text'>DECEPÇÕES</title><content type='html'>Uma Amiga minha enviou-me este texto, de autor desconhecido que convosco partilho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você já teve alguma decepção na vida?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dificilmente alguém passa pela existência sem sofrer uma desilusão, ou ter alguma surpresa desagradável em algum momento da caminhada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Podemos dizer que o sabor de uma decepção é amargo e traz consigo um punhal invisível que dilacera as fibras mais subtis da alma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isso acontece porque &lt;strong&gt;nós só nos decepcionamos com as pessoas em quem investimos os nossos mais puros sentimentos de confiança e amor&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pode ser um amigo, a quem entregamos o coração e que de um momento para outro passa a ter um comportamento diferente, duvidando da nossa sinceridade, do nosso afecto, da nossa dedicação, da nossa lealdade...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Também pode ser a alma que elegemos para compartilhar conosco a vida, e que um dia chega e nos diz que o amor acabou, que já não fazemos mais parte da sua história... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que outra pessoa agora ocupa o nosso lugar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou alguém que escolhemos como modelo digno de ser seguido e que vemos escorregando nas valas da mentira ou da traição, desdita que nos infelicita e nos arranca lágrimas quentes e doloridas, como chama que queima sem consumir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enfim, só os nossos amores são capazes de nos ferir com a espada da decepção, pois os estranhos não têm esse trágico poder, já que seus actos não nos causam nenhuma impressão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assim, valem a pena algumas reflexões a esse respeito para que não nos deixemos atingir pela cruel espada da desilusão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para tanto, podemos começar levando em conta que, assim como nós, nossos amores também não são perfeitos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E que, geralmente, não nos prometem santidade ou eterna fidelidade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nunca nos disseram que serão eternamente a mesma pessoa e que jamais nos causariam decepções.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nós é que queremos que sejam como os idealizamos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assim nos iludimos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas só se desilude quem está iludido.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Importante que pensemos bem a esse respeito, imunizando a nossa alma com o antídoto eficaz do entendimento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Importante que usemos sempre o escudo do perdão para impedir que os actos infelizes dos outros nos causem tanto sofrimento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Importante, ainda, que façamos uso dos óculos da lucidez, que nos permitem ver os factos em sua real dimensão e importância, evitando dores exageradas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A ilusão é como uma névoa que nos embaraça a visão, distorcendo as imagens e os factos que estão a nossa frente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a decepção nada mais é do que perceber que se estava iludido, enganado sobre algo ou alguém.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assim, se você está amargando a dor de uma desilusão, agradeça a Deus por ter retirado dos seus olhos os empecilhos que lhe toldavam avisão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passe a gostar das pessoas como elas são e não como você gostaria que elas fossem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Considere que você também já deve ter ferido alguém com o punhal da decepção, mesmo não tendo a intenção, e talvez sem se dar conta disso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por todas essas razões, pense um pouco mais e espante essa tristeza do olhar... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enxugue as lágrimas e siga em frente... sem ilusões.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aprenda a valorizar nas pessoas as suas marcas positivas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lembre-se de que cada um dá o que tem, o que pode oferecer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uns oferecem o ácido da traição, o engodo da hipocrisia, o fel da ingratidão, pois é o que alimentam na alma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas, seja você a cultivar em seu jardim interior as flores da lealdade, do afecto, da compreensão, da honestidade, para ofertar a todos aqueles que cruzarem o seu caminho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seja você alguém incapaz de ferir ou provocar sofrimentos nos seres que caminham ao seu lado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Autor Desconhecido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-8934887434394985114?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-5318633960292223553</id><published>2008-11-21T11:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:51:29.886Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Máximas da Vida'/><title type='text'>Vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dou graças à vida por nunca ter sido fácil!...&lt;br /&gt;Foi a minha melhor forma de crescer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Na vida não nos devemos  arrepender pelo que fizemos mas sim por aquilo que não fizemos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-5318633960292223553?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-68089069811297965</id><published>2008-11-13T22:25:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:30:54.471Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>pakakas</title><content type='html'>Esta palavra não vem no dicionário...&lt;br /&gt;quer dizer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te!&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço apertado!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado!&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de ti!&lt;br /&gt;Até amanhã!&lt;br /&gt;Dorme bem!&lt;br /&gt;És bonita!&lt;br /&gt;Estou contigo!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a palavra que troco com a minha filha, e vice versa, quando me despeço dela à noite, depois de lhe aconchegar a roupa e lhe dar um abraçinho apertado e muitos beijos!&lt;br /&gt;É uma palavra inventada por nós!&lt;br /&gt;Já nem sei quem a inventou... faz parte de nós!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-68089069811297965?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/68089069811297965/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=68089069811297965' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/68089069811297965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/68089069811297965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/11/pakakas.html' title='pakakas'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-5074779018219005391</id><published>2008-11-12T10:01:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:24:57.906Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>Como vai o nosso mundo....</title><content type='html'>Querem ter uma ligeira percepção de como é este nosso planeta na sua evolução através do tempo e dos números?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta clicar !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poodwaddle.com/clocks2es.htm"&gt;http://www.poodwaddle.com/clocks2es.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poodwaddle.com/clocks2.htm"&gt;http://www.poodwaddle.com/clocks2.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-5074779018219005391?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5074779018219005391/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=5074779018219005391' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/5074779018219005391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/5074779018219005391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/11/como-vai-o-nosso-mundo.html' title='Como vai o nosso mundo....'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-662095830727305969</id><published>2008-11-07T16:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-07T16:58:05.019Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Máximas da Vida'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;«Os políticos e as fraldas devem ser mudados frequentemente e pela mesma razão.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eça de Queiroz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-662095830727305969?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/662095830727305969/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=662095830727305969' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/662095830727305969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/662095830727305969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/11/os-polticos-e-as-fraldas-devem-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-5348924253600878347</id><published>2008-11-07T09:50:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:54:37.419Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vidas...'/><title type='text'>Casar....???????????????</title><content type='html'>Perguntei a uma amiga minha que namora há 13 anos, se não estaria já na altura de se casar...&lt;br /&gt;Surpreendida e quase como apanhada em falta respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;"Há pois...talvez... para o ano que vem..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergunto-me:&lt;br /&gt;Mas as pessoas já não têm coragem para se casar?&lt;br /&gt;Não querem assumir um compromisso?&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto me invadem estes pensamentos diz ela:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;"Ainda não estão reunidas as condições.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas que condições???&lt;br /&gt;Má desculpa, mas que raio de história é esta????&lt;br /&gt;Ao fim de 13 anos não se conhecem??&lt;br /&gt;Têm medo do compromisso?&lt;br /&gt;Não estão certas do que querem fazer?&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;Por favor mudem de posto na vossa telefonia e acertem com a vida!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-5348924253600878347?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5348924253600878347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=5348924253600878347' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/5348924253600878347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/5348924253600878347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/11/casar.html' title='Casar....???????????????'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-2663731439394229477</id><published>2008-11-05T00:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:11:48.164Z</updated><title type='text'>Heartrock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SRDkpjHZoJI/AAAAAAAAADM/QdJUfWDSrUs/s1600-h/DougBeasley-heartrock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264959366848159890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SRDkpjHZoJI/AAAAAAAAADM/QdJUfWDSrUs/s200/DougBeasley-heartrock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://beasleyphotography.com/" target="'blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Doug Beasley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-2663731439394229477?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2663731439394229477/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=2663731439394229477' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/2663731439394229477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/2663731439394229477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/11/heartrock.html' title='Heartrock'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SRDkpjHZoJI/AAAAAAAAADM/QdJUfWDSrUs/s72-c/DougBeasley-heartrock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-2857365068514930019</id><published>2008-11-04T20:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:15:45.146Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões de Vida'/><title type='text'>Defeitos</title><content type='html'>Num livro que ofereci à minha filha, intitulado «As meninas exemplares», escrito pela Condessa de Ségur, oferece em nota de abertura o seguinte comentário:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;«&lt;em&gt;As Meninas exemplares não foram criadas por mim; existem na realidade: são retratos; a prova está nas suas imperfeições. Têm defeitos, ligeiras sombras que fazem sobressair o encanto do retrato e atestam a existência do modelo&lt;/em&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/3570626991663419534-2857365068514930019?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2857365068514930019/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=2857365068514930019' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/2857365068514930019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/2857365068514930019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/11/defeitos.html' title='Defeitos'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-4790901148293422205</id><published>2008-11-03T18:26:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-03T18:39:14.084Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AMIGOS'/><title type='text'>Free Hugs Campaign</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Aos meus amigos do ciberespaço...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Façam favor de receber um abraço virtual...GRÁTIS!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;vejam até ao fim que vale a pena!!!!&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/3570626991663419534-4790901148293422205?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4790901148293422205/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=4790901148293422205' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/4790901148293422205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/4790901148293422205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/11/free-hugs-campaign.html' title='Free Hugs Campaign'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-3874328286959283699</id><published>2008-11-03T10:50:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-11-03T15:01:53.323Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Máximas da Vida'/><title type='text'>Always Look on the Bright Side of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1loyjm4SOa0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1loyjm4SOa0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Este fim-de-semana revi este filme (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Monty Python's - A Vida de Brian)&lt;/span&gt; e foi hora de soltar umas boas gargalhadas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fez-me lembrar a letra da "&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Canção ao Lado&lt;/span&gt;" dos &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/10/os-deolinda-um-sucesso-na-aula-magna.html"&gt;Deolinda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;"Andamos todos uma casa ali ao lado..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Proponho que oiçam com atenção a letra.... vale a pena... e o filme também!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-3874328286959283699?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3874328286959283699/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=3874328286959283699' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/3874328286959283699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/3874328286959283699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/11/always-look-on-bright-side-of-life.html' title='Always Look on the Bright Side of Life'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-1886565543649126622</id><published>2008-11-03T10:48:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:14:56.698Z</updated><title type='text'>Obama ou McCain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SQ7XMabXKJI/AAAAAAAAADE/GlevB56dlwE/s1600-h/obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264381622695176338" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 190px; height: 87px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SQ7XMabXKJI/AAAAAAAAADE/GlevB56dlwE/s200/obama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É profundamente indiferente para a politica dos Estados Unidos…&lt;br /&gt;A diferença estará na mensagem que pode ser dada ao mundo se amanhã houver um presidente negro… na Casa Branca!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-1886565543649126622?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1886565543649126622/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=1886565543649126622' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/1886565543649126622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/1886565543649126622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama-ou-mccain.html' title='Obama ou McCain'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SQ7XMabXKJI/AAAAAAAAADE/GlevB56dlwE/s72-c/obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-1400752805639234591</id><published>2008-10-31T17:29:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-10-31T17:33:04.711Z</updated><title type='text'>Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SQtBDNXDuwI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2AYm9cE39jQ/s1600-h/tempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263372112894343938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 89px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SQtBDNXDuwI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2AYm9cE39jQ/s200/tempo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Precisava de tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alguém sabe onde se compra????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mesmo com a crise, acho que ainda tenho umas economias de lado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...debaixo do colchão não vão os bancos falir!!&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/3570626991663419534-1400752805639234591?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1400752805639234591/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=1400752805639234591' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/1400752805639234591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/1400752805639234591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/10/tempo.html' title='Tempo'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SQtBDNXDuwI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2AYm9cE39jQ/s72-c/tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-8835434288651097989</id><published>2008-10-29T19:23:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-10-29T19:29:05.218Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões de Vida'/><title type='text'>vidas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SQi5GkEVaPI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3GrMDnJMByo/s1600-h/moleskin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262659686994634994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SQi5GkEVaPI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3GrMDnJMByo/s200/moleskin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No meio de post’s e comentários, acabei por verificar que de forma mais ou menos directa uma boa parte dos bloguistas anda um pouco por aqui partilhando as suas vidas e sentimentos...&lt;br /&gt;E efectivamente é fantástico… Quantas vezes, ao longo da nossa vida, não fomos tocados e não tocámos outros em conversas, simples atitudes, nos nossos blog’s, etc etc…&lt;br /&gt;Não estamos aqui sozinhos, muitos acabamos por partilhar os mesmos problemas, anseios, preocupações, expectativas… vidas!&lt;br /&gt;E isso é fantástico!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-8835434288651097989?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8835434288651097989/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=8835434288651097989' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/8835434288651097989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/8835434288651097989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/10/vidas.html' title='vidas...'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SQi5GkEVaPI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3GrMDnJMByo/s72-c/moleskin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-1487765015078053923</id><published>2008-10-28T16:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-28T16:57:41.250Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>Isto sim! É Amor!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SQdC8rcA_5I/AAAAAAAAACs/24KjP8j8tJg/s1600-h/BeloAmor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262248299825528722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SQdC8rcA_5I/AAAAAAAAACs/24KjP8j8tJg/s200/BeloAmor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Palavras para quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É um artista português!&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/3570626991663419534-1487765015078053923?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1487765015078053923/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=1487765015078053923' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/1487765015078053923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/1487765015078053923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/10/isto-sim-amor.html' title='Isto sim! É Amor!!!'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SQdC8rcA_5I/AAAAAAAAACs/24KjP8j8tJg/s72-c/BeloAmor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-3660205358763271863</id><published>2008-10-28T10:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-10-28T11:09:12.501Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>Mary Poppins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SQbmEk1DshI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ztvsou1sEWw/s1600-h/marypoppins.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262146180909085202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SQbmEk1DshI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ztvsou1sEWw/s200/marypoppins.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje é dia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com esta ventania em Lisboa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Segurem-se!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-3660205358763271863?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3660205358763271863/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=3660205358763271863' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/3660205358763271863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/3660205358763271863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/10/mary-poppins.html' title='Mary Poppins...'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SQbmEk1DshI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ztvsou1sEWw/s72-c/marypoppins.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-2225867471739111224</id><published>2008-10-27T21:58:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:01:23.793Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>Podem explicar-me???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SQY6AX5CYYI/AAAAAAAAACc/CXuzXhfATZ8/s1600-h/auto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261956992716661122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SQY6AX5CYYI/AAAAAAAAACc/CXuzXhfATZ8/s200/auto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Porque é que 90% das vezes que lavo o carro chove a seguir???? &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje foi dia!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O melhor é lavar o carro quando chove e aproveitar a água face à crise!&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/3570626991663419534-2225867471739111224?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2225867471739111224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=2225867471739111224' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/2225867471739111224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/2225867471739111224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/10/podem-explicar-me.html' title='Podem explicar-me???'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SQY6AX5CYYI/AAAAAAAAACc/CXuzXhfATZ8/s72-c/auto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-2089636721991283762</id><published>2008-10-27T11:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-27T11:40:59.848Z</updated><title type='text'>As Realidades da Vida</title><content type='html'>Poderia dizer que a Realidade não existe…&lt;br /&gt;Existem sim diversas realidades, resultantes das leituras, percepções, sentimentos envolvidos, feitios e uma panóplia de pressupostos dos quais somos feitos que nos leva a olhar de diferente maneira o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;A minha Amiga LM dizia com razão “&lt;em&gt;o que é o realidade para uns, perante a mesma circunstância, é outra realidade para outros&lt;/em&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;Como tal, o meu mundo não é igual ao dos outros.&lt;br /&gt;Cada qual sente o mundo à sua maneira e assim vive, nos seus &lt;a href="http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/10/qbp.html"&gt;Q.B.P.&lt;/a&gt; e obtêm dela frutos diferenciados.&lt;br /&gt;Diria que na Vida o seu Sentido é retirado exactamente da leitura que fazemos desses acontecimentos e a forma como os sentimos no nosso íntimo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-2089636721991283762?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2089636721991283762/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=2089636721991283762' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/2089636721991283762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/2089636721991283762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/10/as-realidades-da-vida.html' title='As Realidades da Vida'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-3542050802499926563</id><published>2008-10-27T11:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-10-27T11:34:57.001Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Máximas da Vida'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>"Onde há muito sentimento, há muita dor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Leonardo da Vinci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-3542050802499926563?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3542050802499926563/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=3542050802499926563' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/3542050802499926563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/3542050802499926563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-4299626398779314150</id><published>2008-10-26T19:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-10-26T19:35:46.438Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões de Vida'/><title type='text'>Respeito</title><content type='html'>Não duvido que o respeito que detemos perante os outros advém apenas daquilo que são os nossos mais nobres princípios, que se espelham até nas nossas mais pequenas atitudes quotidianas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-4299626398779314150?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4299626398779314150/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=4299626398779314150' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/4299626398779314150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/4299626398779314150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/10/respeito.html' title='Respeito'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-6219001161048291234</id><published>2008-10-24T16:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T16:52:50.018+01:00</updated><title type='text'>É Urgente o Amor</title><content type='html'>É urgente o Amor.&lt;br /&gt;É urgente um barco no mar.&lt;br /&gt;É urgente destruir certas palavras,&lt;br /&gt;Ódio, solidão e crueldade,&lt;br /&gt;Alguns lamentos,&lt;br /&gt;Muitas espadas.&lt;br /&gt;É urgente inventar alegria,&lt;br /&gt;Multiplicar os beijos, as searas,&lt;br /&gt;É urgente descobrir rosas e rios&lt;br /&gt;E manhãs claras.&lt;br /&gt;Cai o silêncio nos ombros e a luz&lt;br /&gt;Impura, até doer.&lt;br /&gt;É urgente o Amor,&lt;br /&gt;É urgente Permanecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Eugénio de Andrade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serão estas as nossas urgências nos dias de hoje?&lt;br /&gt;No nosso corre corre, na nossa lufa lufa?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-6219001161048291234?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6219001161048291234/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=6219001161048291234' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/6219001161048291234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/6219001161048291234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/10/urgente-o-amor.html' title='É Urgente o Amor'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-391416952270640496</id><published>2008-10-24T12:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T12:21:12.985+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Curriculum vitae</title><content type='html'>Só o nome mete medo… a história da nossa vida!&lt;br /&gt;Pois é, tive de fazer um…&lt;br /&gt;O problema foi procurar a a história da minha vida em 4 computadores!&lt;br /&gt;Efectivamente ao longo da vida vamos registando os nossos passos nos mais variados sítios!&lt;br /&gt;É na conta bancária, no extracto do telefone e do telemóvel, por vezes até em sítios que nem sabemos…&lt;br /&gt;Como na cabeça dos outros!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-391416952270640496?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/391416952270640496/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=391416952270640496' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/391416952270640496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/391416952270640496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/10/curriculum-vitae.html' title='Curriculum vitae'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-4082280945039995212</id><published>2008-10-23T21:56:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:04:09.735+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>Empregada precisa-se...</title><content type='html'>TUDO É RELATIVO.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há quem ache que a vida é uma porcaria porque perdeu a empregada...&lt;br /&gt;Há quem ache que a vida é uma porcaria por outras coisas efectivamete (para&lt;br /&gt;nós) importantes....&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é relativo...&lt;br /&gt;Vejam bem o mail que recebi de uma amiga em cadeia nos mail's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enfim, esta vida é uma porcaria.&lt;br /&gt;Ontem fiquei sem empregada. Se souberes alguma coisa pf diz-me obg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que eu ofereço é:&lt;br /&gt;- 700 euros por mês&lt;br /&gt;- 9h por dia (10-19)&lt;br /&gt;- 5h sabado (10-15)&lt;br /&gt;com alimentação&lt;br /&gt;Trabalho referente a uma casa com 6 assoalhadas, 1 adulto, 2 adolescentes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 idoso (móvel)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ao qual é preciso cortar as unhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;e 2 cães para passear 2 vezes ao dia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se quiserem fazer alguém feliz... pois a vida é uma porcaria sem empregada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-4082280945039995212?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4082280945039995212/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=4082280945039995212' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/4082280945039995212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/4082280945039995212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/10/empregada-precisa-se.html' title='Empregada precisa-se...'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-1117606086170859400</id><published>2008-10-23T21:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:53:53.483+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>Conversa com o meu filho…</title><content type='html'>Estava em conversa com o meu filho sobre uma miúda que o acompanhava hoje à entrada do Liceu:&lt;br /&gt;- A miúda até é gira – digo eu…&lt;br /&gt;-Ó pai  ela é gira mas… ela é uma complicada!&lt;br /&gt;Ao que respondi:&lt;br /&gt;- Filho se fosse só ela estávamos nós bem!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É incrível como um miúdo de 15 anos já tem esta percepção!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-1117606086170859400?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1117606086170859400/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=1117606086170859400' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/1117606086170859400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/1117606086170859400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/10/conversa-com-o-meu-filho.html' title='Conversa com o meu filho…'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-6086913544539165422</id><published>2008-10-23T21:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:54:30.477+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recados'/><title type='text'>Odeio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://searchingfor-myspecialself.blogspot.com/2008/10/odeio.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Odeio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; que as pessoas me mintam!&lt;br /&gt;Que sejam falsas comigo e com os outros!&lt;br /&gt;Que não tenham a coragem de falar verdade!&lt;br /&gt;Que não se importam com princípios…. “Desde que os outros não saibam, posso fazer!…”&lt;br /&gt;Esquecem o provérbio popular, &lt;a href="http://searchingfor-myspecialself.blogspot.com/2008/10/ainda-estou-boquiaberta.html"&gt;o azeite em água vem sempre ao cimo&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Mas especialmente quem não consegue aprender com os erros que comete na vida… e os repete.&lt;br /&gt;Quem não aproveita as oportunidades que lhe são dadas para mudar e ser melhor…&lt;br /&gt;Como diria o Mestre, quem não quer ver… não quer mesmo ver!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-6086913544539165422?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6086913544539165422/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=6086913544539165422' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/6086913544539165422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/6086913544539165422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/10/odeio-que-as-pessoas-me-mintam-que.html' title='Odeio...'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-9173384294007111783</id><published>2008-10-23T17:55:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T18:12:00.425+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recados'/><title type='text'>As relações são como as laranjas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SQCtKMASbQI/AAAAAAAAACI/lF24T5VUfYo/s1600-h/laranjeira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260394755301469442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SQCtKMASbQI/AAAAAAAAACI/lF24T5VUfYo/s200/laranjeira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois do &lt;a href="http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/10/qbp.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q.B.P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;., importa apenas referir que muitas relações se afiguram como lindas laranjeiras e suas laranjas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É verdade, grandes, com folhas viçosas, laranjas reluzentes, aos olhos dos outros até abrem o apetite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O único problema é mesmo que as ditas laranjas são... palhudas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meus Amigos... Nem tudo o que está na montra corresponde ao armazém!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-9173384294007111783?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/9173384294007111783/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=9173384294007111783' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/9173384294007111783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/9173384294007111783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/10/as-relaes-so-como-as-laranjas.html' title='As relações são como as laranjas'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SQCtKMASbQI/AAAAAAAAACI/lF24T5VUfYo/s72-c/laranjeira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-3995191548575532276</id><published>2008-10-23T09:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T09:13:21.039+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ócio'/><title type='text'>BMW GINA.... isto sim é um novo automóvel!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kTYiEkQYhWY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kTYiEkQYhWY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-3995191548575532276?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3995191548575532276/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=3995191548575532276' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/3995191548575532276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/3995191548575532276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/10/bmw-gina-isto-sim-um-novo-automvel.html' title='BMW GINA.... isto sim é um novo automóvel!'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-4808735960983990259</id><published>2008-10-23T08:41:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T08:47:03.440+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mensagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SQAr1lELocI/AAAAAAAAAB8/wmCOM5QvnaM/s1600-h/IMAGE_196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260252564251451842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SQAr1lELocI/AAAAAAAAAB8/wmCOM5QvnaM/s200/IMAGE_196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SQArsPXGSBI/AAAAAAAAAB0/XtacvK_xKqw/s1600-h/IMAGE_196.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não há nada como chegar às tantas a casa e ter uma mensagem destas, da filha, pendurada na porta do nosso quarto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-4808735960983990259?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4808735960983990259/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=4808735960983990259' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/4808735960983990259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/4808735960983990259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/10/mensagem.html' title='Mensagem'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SQAr1lELocI/AAAAAAAAAB8/wmCOM5QvnaM/s72-c/IMAGE_196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-7917996836743115185</id><published>2008-10-22T09:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T18:12:28.506+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões de Vida'/><title type='text'>Q.B.P.</title><content type='html'>Ao longo da nossa vida vamos conhecendo pessoas, criando amizades, fazendo Amigos, vivendo paixões e por vezes Amores verdadeiros.&lt;br /&gt;As nossas relações com os outros dependem daquilo que seja a vontade comum em que as mesmas se estabelecem.&lt;br /&gt;Como tal variam em função de vários factores que vão alterando com o tempo e que partem, na sua génese, da &lt;a href="http://searchingfor-myspecialself.blogspot.com/2008/10/confiana.html"&gt;confiança&lt;/a&gt; que se vai gerando, baseada à partida numa empatia, e que tende a crescer para uma amizade alicerçada na Verdade, Honestidade e Sinceridade….&lt;br /&gt;Mas estes valores são relativos, tal como a realidade!&lt;br /&gt;A esta nossa maior ou menor necessidade de sentir e retirar partido da vida, chamaria de Q.B.P. – Quanto Basta Para.&lt;br /&gt;E o Q.B.P. de cada um varia quer no seu modo de ver a vida quer nas relações que estabelece com os outros e na mais-valia que retira e atribui a essas mesmas relações.&lt;br /&gt;Com a maturidade, ou com a vida o nosso Q.B.P. vai alterando, pois a nossa postura na vida evoluiu e transforma-se exactamente com aquilo que dela retiramos e/ou vivemos.&lt;br /&gt;Os princípios pelos quais nos guiamos, ou diria até mais, o respeito que temos pelos nossos próprios princípios que nos leva a mais ou menos os seguir e implementar, constroem ou destroem as nossas relações, ou ainda reflectem o grau de profundidade que as mesmas conseguem atingir e consequentemente o respeito que temos por nós, pelos outros e vice-versa.&lt;br /&gt;Diria que poderíamos atribuir percentagens diferentes aos nossos valores nas relações com os outros, pois as nossas relações variam&lt;br /&gt;Desta forma e fazendo uma comparação de variação entre o vidro pintado e o vidro de cristal da Boémia, diria que as nossas relações nunca se encontram nestes “extremos” variando mais em superfícies de vidro opalinas ou translúcidas atingindo nas melhores relações o vidro transparente!&lt;br /&gt;Por outro lado, na evolução da Amizade, aquilo que queremos dar de nós aos outros, contribui em grande parte para aquilo que pode ser o retorno e o incremento da relação no seu desenvolvimento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-7917996836743115185?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7917996836743115185/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=7917996836743115185' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/7917996836743115185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/7917996836743115185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/10/qbp.html' title='Q.B.P.'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-9037271434172532564</id><published>2008-10-21T09:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:50:02.852+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões de Vida'/><title type='text'>Esperança</title><content type='html'>Ao procurar um ficheiro no computador, dei de caras com uma entrevista do DN com Francisco Allen Gomes datada de 22 de Junho de 2002 ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)André Malraux nas suas anti-memórias faz uma conversa com um padre de uma zona montanhosa, junto à vila de onde Malraux era natural e pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;Ó padre que é que lhe ensinaram 15 anos de confissão?&lt;br /&gt;O padre pensa e disse “&lt;em&gt;Em primeiro lugar que as pessoas sofrem muito mais do que se julga, e depois que não há grandes pessoas. Não por serem excessivamente perversas mas porque de facto se sofre muito&lt;/em&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;É a sua visão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O ser humano é um ser que sofre imenso. E tem que sofrer: o homem é a construção mais cruel da natureza. Nasce com um handicap horrível: primeiro sabe que inevitavelmente morre; segundo não sabe quando e terceiro não sabe o que lhe sucede depois de morrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Eu acrescentava um quarto: que não sabe o que lhe acontece até morrer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já viu temos de viver com isto. Por outro lado há quem diga que a natureza humana é má. Eu digo “Quem quiser ver como a natureza humana é basta assistir ao casamento de dois jovens”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como assim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vão fazer uma ligação que a maior parte das pessoas sabe como vai terminar. Eles mesmo, quando estão na igreja, sabem bem da vida: sabem que o pai e a mãe se divorciaram, que os amigos se divorciaram. Mas quando estão a dizer o sim, com toda a pompa e toda a jura, estão convictos de que com eles vai ser diferente. E isso é extraordinário.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-9037271434172532564?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/9037271434172532564/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=9037271434172532564' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/9037271434172532564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/9037271434172532564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/10/esperana.html' title='Esperança'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-3741005005603337601</id><published>2008-10-20T16:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:36:14.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Deolinda! 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPtNiV-_lnI/AAAAAAAAABY/NV2Tuk86flk/s400/pic26962.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPtNIrb0KII/AAAAAAAAABQ/u-od1pYBPS8/s1600-h/pic26962.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-1728573992285613380?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1728573992285613380/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=1728573992285613380' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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molho e levei!&lt;br /&gt;Afinal uma das coisas que as mulheres mais querem de um homem, é a sua atenção!&lt;br /&gt;mulher feliz = 7,5 €&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado BP!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-213320599049097078?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/213320599049097078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=213320599049097078' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/213320599049097078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/213320599049097078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/10/bp-amiga-do-homem.html' title='A BP é Amiga do Homem'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPtGLAkBv-I/AAAAAAAAABI/i15HzopVgPs/s72-c/IMAGE_193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-4611569718661886371</id><published>2008-10-17T09:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T09:21:39.012+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MATRIX - O que é o real?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPhKzARjbqI/AAAAAAAAABA/JpR7UFgbiFc/s1600-h/2f4df0324760b79935b80ea340398d82_Matrix_Code_Emulator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPhKzARjbqI/AAAAAAAAABA/JpR7UFgbiFc/s200/2f4df0324760b79935b80ea340398d82_Matrix_Code_Emulator.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258034805062463138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Da realidade confrontada à ilusão do quotidiano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Matrix tem como tema a luta do ser humano, por volta do ano de 2200, para se livrar do domínio das máquinas que evoluíram após o advento da inteligência artificial. Em um recurso extremo para derrotar as máquinas, a humanidade cobriu a luz do sol para cortar o suprimento de energia das máquinas, mas elas adotam um solução radical: como cada ser humano produz, em média, 120 volts de energia elétrica, começam a cultivá-los em massa como fonte de energia. Para que o cultivo fosse eficiente, os seres humanos passaram a receber programas de realidade virtual, enquanto seus corpos reais permaneciam mergulhados em habitáculos nos campos de cultivo. Essa realidade virtual, que é um programa de computador ao qual todos são conectados, chama-se Matrix e simula a humanidade do final do Século XX.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O filme é repleto de mensagens sutis, dentre as quais a de que a máquina jamais controlará o homem, pois seu "comportamento" é baseado em programas e programas podem ser entendidos pel&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;a complexa mente humana que transcende a simples racionalidade da lógica ao constituir o ser integralmente&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(in Wikuipédia)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-4611569718661886371?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4611569718661886371/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=4611569718661886371' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/4611569718661886371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/4611569718661886371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/10/matrix-o-que-o-real.html' title='MATRIX - O que é o real?'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPhKzARjbqI/AAAAAAAAABA/JpR7UFgbiFc/s72-c/2f4df0324760b79935b80ea340398d82_Matrix_Code_Emulator.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3570626991663419534.post-4852420347476038228</id><published>2008-10-16T22:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:36:41.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Inicio</title><content type='html'>Confesso que ainda não sei o que daqui vai sair, mas logo se vê!&lt;br /&gt;O que tenho certo é que a vida tem de ter sentido....&lt;br /&gt;E façam o favor de ser felizes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3570626991663419534-4852420347476038228?l=s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4852420347476038228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3570626991663419534&amp;postID=4852420347476038228' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/4852420347476038228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3570626991663419534/posts/default/4852420347476038228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3ntidodavida.blogspot.com/2008/10/inicio.html' title='Inicio'/><author><name>Matrix</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14197551167381277550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MY-fwE39-zQ/SPd3BOmnHZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/CAa1qex_wi4/S220/BLOG+IMG.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
