<?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-755078682422735893</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:06:50.761+01:00</updated><category term='u'/><title type='text'>Antes do inicio</title><subtitle type='html'>Quero que este blog seja a prova do que poderá acontecer antes de tudo acontecer, antes do início. Quero sentir o antes e o depois… Quero ver o antes e o depois…</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>153</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-1868922762360670017</id><published>2009-04-14T12:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:37:39.541+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Use Somebody</title><content type='html'>Partilharam comigo esta música e gostei quer do som quer da própria letra.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vUFDOlO6B2w&amp;hl=pt-br&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/vUFDOlO6B2w&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;Kings of Leon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-1868922762360670017?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/1868922762360670017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=1868922762360670017' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/1868922762360670017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/1868922762360670017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2009/04/use-somebody.html' title='Use Somebody'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-8548410383515402909</id><published>2009-04-09T12:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T12:23:30.605+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Secção de cinema..</title><content type='html'>Há dois filmes que quero ver não porque ganharam vários óscares e porque toda a gente fala deles, simplesmente porque apetece-me rir e estes parecem ser dois bons exemplos.. aqui fica.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZVPAjC5-Sis&amp;hl=pt-br&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/ZVPAjC5-Sis&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;Louca Por Compras &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GdodGHGXAh8&amp;hl=pt-br&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/GdodGHGXAh8&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;Ele não está assim tão interessado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-8548410383515402909?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/8548410383515402909/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=8548410383515402909' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/8548410383515402909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/8548410383515402909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2009/04/seccao-de-cinema.html' title='Secção de cinema..'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-8879995398083589123</id><published>2009-04-07T12:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T12:46:37.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Os famosos almoços em familia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/Sds9CdOwe2I/AAAAAAAAANc/ZIpx7vl7Ex8/s1600-h/familia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/Sds9CdOwe2I/AAAAAAAAANc/ZIpx7vl7Ex8/s400/familia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321914497083931490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda a gente sabe que gosto da minha familia, aliás pelo que o meu signo diz sou muito ligada a esta palavra. Mas o que é certo é que às vezes cansa.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegou a páscoa porreiro, muitos pensam em férias eu vou ter os famosos almoços com a Super Grande familia, o que irá significar várias perguntas da parte do meu avô e da minha avó, comentários do meu avó em como a vida dos restantes familiares é perfeita e a minha porque simplesmente resolvi seguir algo diferente, ainda não é assim tão perfeita e provavelmente não o será.. mas fui eu que a escolhi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou ouvir os mesmo assuntos, as mesmas abordagens, as mesmas discussões, entre o meu querido avô e avó, à qual chegam sempre à mesma conclusão.. " Não dá para falar contigo..". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me levem a mal, eu gosto da minha família, mas tem vezes em que já chega, passava bem sem estes almoços, principalmente nesta altura.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria ir para um sitio diferente, esquecer as tradições e simplesmente fazer algo diferente..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-8879995398083589123?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/8879995398083589123/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=8879995398083589123' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/8879995398083589123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/8879995398083589123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2009/04/os-famosos-almocos-em-familia.html' title='Os famosos almoços em familia'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/Sds9CdOwe2I/AAAAAAAAANc/ZIpx7vl7Ex8/s72-c/familia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-4205823760847835313</id><published>2009-04-02T11:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:55:16.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sr. Clint Eastwood</title><content type='html'>Arrepiei-me hoje ao ouvir esta música no blog da &lt;a href="http://maiscidadequesexo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Samantha &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NoLc43YuuTw&amp;hl=pt-br&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/NoLc43YuuTw&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&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/755078682422735893-4205823760847835313?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/4205823760847835313/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=4205823760847835313' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/4205823760847835313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/4205823760847835313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2009/04/sr-clint-eastwood.html' title='Sr. Clint Eastwood'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-3010314290719591397</id><published>2009-04-01T11:34:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T11:46:48.712+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming in the reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SdNGEYqZuFI/AAAAAAAAANU/VKDfOd5YTsU/s1600-h/cair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SdNGEYqZuFI/AAAAAAAAANU/VKDfOd5YTsU/s400/cair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319672626008406098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizem os peritos que tenho tendência para sonhar demasiado, dizem os cientistas que sonhar faz bem trás esperança. Ora nunca ouviram falar no meu caso isso vos garanto, tenho tendência para sonhar, mas sonhar bem alto o problema é que quanto mais sonhas mais alta é a queda (algo deste género) e assim foi. Caí de uma altura enorme, fiquei sem chão, chorei compulsivamente, mas o que é certo é que depois lá se abriu uma janela, mais uma oportunidade mais um sorriso que se criou.. Acordei hoje de esperança renovada e tornei a sonhar, por muito que me queira conter nos sonhos que normalmente não consigo é um defeito. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora é respirar fundo, várias vezes e tornar a acreditara...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-3010314290719591397?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/3010314290719591397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=3010314290719591397' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/3010314290719591397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/3010314290719591397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2009/04/dreaming-in-reality.html' title='Dreaming in the reality'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SdNGEYqZuFI/AAAAAAAAANU/VKDfOd5YTsU/s72-c/cair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-1224533780701170937</id><published>2009-03-29T15:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T15:41:58.662+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold Me</title><content type='html'>Nova nova música que já foi aprovada pela alice, logo desta forma já vos posso apresentar.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1S1novVVD3M&amp;hl=pt-br&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/1S1novVVD3M&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;Maria Mena - Just Hold Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-1224533780701170937?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/1224533780701170937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=1224533780701170937' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/1224533780701170937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/1224533780701170937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2009/03/hold-me.html' title='Hold Me'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-8859443752832332884</id><published>2009-03-29T15:35:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T15:38:30.708+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='u'/><title type='text'>Domingo perda de encanto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/Sc-H2VjF0sI/AAAAAAAAANM/29HkoKgCnZY/s1600-h/descanso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/Sc-H2VjF0sI/AAAAAAAAANM/29HkoKgCnZY/s400/descanso.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318619052514857666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto do domingo, decididamente e não sei porque, acho que se deve a algum trauma de infãncia não sei, o que sei é que este dia da semana me provoca uma ansieadade que não gosto, a quem acontece me o mesmo por favor ponha o dedo no ar :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-8859443752832332884?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/8859443752832332884/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=8859443752832332884' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/8859443752832332884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/8859443752832332884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2009/03/domingo-perda-de-encanto.html' title='Domingo perda de encanto'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/Sc-H2VjF0sI/AAAAAAAAANM/29HkoKgCnZY/s72-c/descanso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-4004027023258704943</id><published>2009-03-29T15:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T15:06:23.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sr. Twitter</title><content type='html'>Comecei a utilizar o twitter, sendo sincera ainda não sei bem como funciona, mas temos que nos manter atentos ou não?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradeo dicas no que respeita ao uso desta nova ferramenta..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-4004027023258704943?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/4004027023258704943/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=4004027023258704943' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/4004027023258704943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/4004027023258704943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2009/03/sr-twitter.html' title='Sr. Twitter'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-3139102957064946855</id><published>2009-03-16T12:30:00.009Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T12:36:23.023Z</updated><title type='text'>Um fim de semana à Porto</title><content type='html'>Um fim de semana, um tanto ou quanto engraçado que fez relembrar bons sentimentos.. o passeio no palácio de cristal(como alguém disse coliseu do porto :)) foi engraçado, e o fim de tarde de domingo à beira da praia também muito porreiro.. ficam algumas fotos que o comprovam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/Sb5HkrW_lAI/AAAAAAAAANE/N7fQ9lqgf-I/s1600-h/14032009539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/Sb5HkrW_lAI/AAAAAAAAANE/N7fQ9lqgf-I/s400/14032009539.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313763305783792642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/Sb5Hf_bGq6I/AAAAAAAAAM8/SVgvZ0PP07M/s1600-h/14032009538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/Sb5Hf_bGq6I/AAAAAAAAAM8/SVgvZ0PP07M/s400/14032009538.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313763225270397858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/Sb5HX42XNTI/AAAAAAAAAM0/WdPbjhzz4ek/s1600-h/14032009519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/Sb5HX42XNTI/AAAAAAAAAM0/WdPbjhzz4ek/s400/14032009519.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313763086066726194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/Sb5HSEMlbDI/AAAAAAAAAMs/iofJP99JfoI/s1600-h/14032009518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/Sb5HSEMlbDI/AAAAAAAAAMs/iofJP99JfoI/s400/14032009518.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313762986033507378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/Sb5HMTsn68I/AAAAAAAAAMk/ZTlbAZSY0WM/s1600-h/14032009514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/Sb5HMTsn68I/AAAAAAAAAMk/ZTlbAZSY0WM/s400/14032009514.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313762887115205570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/Sb5HA7cki6I/AAAAAAAAAMc/hAb-e5v7z1w/s1600-h/14032009505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/Sb5HA7cki6I/AAAAAAAAAMc/hAb-e5v7z1w/s400/14032009505.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313762691626863522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/Sb5G4Tgc0GI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ahQPM4wgh8Y/s1600-h/14032009504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/Sb5G4Tgc0GI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ahQPM4wgh8Y/s400/14032009504.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313762543466762338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-3139102957064946855?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/3139102957064946855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=3139102957064946855' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/3139102957064946855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/3139102957064946855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2009/03/um-fim-de-semana-porto.html' title='Um fim de semana à Porto'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/Sb5HkrW_lAI/AAAAAAAAANE/N7fQ9lqgf-I/s72-c/14032009539.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-4405938739898612922</id><published>2009-03-16T12:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T12:24:21.117Z</updated><title type='text'>Nice</title><content type='html'>Não é nova, já a tinha ouvido mas não como hoje.. estava no popo, no trânsito e começo a ouvir a batida, começo lentamente com a mão bater no volante, depois o corpo apresenta uns ritmos engraçados, assim resolvi partilhar.. ah e letra.. bem essa deixo ao vosso critério.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6j7huh5Egew&amp;hl=pt-br&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/6j7huh5Egew&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;The White Stripes - 7 Nation Army&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to fight them off&lt;br /&gt;A seven nation army couldn't hold me back&lt;br /&gt;They're gonna rip it off&lt;br /&gt;Taking their time right behind my back&lt;br /&gt;And I'm talking to myself at night&lt;br /&gt;Because I can't forget&lt;br /&gt;Back and forth through my mind&lt;br /&gt;Behind a cigarrette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the message coming from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Says leave it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to hear about it&lt;br /&gt;Every single one's got a story to tell&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows about it&lt;br /&gt;From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell&lt;br /&gt;And if I catch it coming back my way&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna serve it to you&lt;br /&gt;And that ain't what you want to hear,&lt;br /&gt;But that's what I'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the feeling coming from my bones&lt;br /&gt;Says find a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Wichita&lt;br /&gt;Far from this opera for evermore&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna work the straw&lt;br /&gt;Make the sweat drip out of every pore&lt;br /&gt;And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Right before the Lord&lt;br /&gt;All the words are gonna bleed from me and I will think&lt;br /&gt;No more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the stains coming from my blood&lt;br /&gt;Tell me go back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-4405938739898612922?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/4405938739898612922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=4405938739898612922' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/4405938739898612922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/4405938739898612922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2009/03/nice.html' title='Nice'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-4089217136158795794</id><published>2009-03-13T12:44:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-13T12:57:53.302Z</updated><title type='text'>Má eu? Às vezes..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SbpYRpRp6MI/AAAAAAAAAMM/RtDyfF8ZpXM/s1600-h/cara+zangada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SbpYRpRp6MI/AAAAAAAAAMM/RtDyfF8ZpXM/s400/cara+zangada.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312655770597845186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde a última semana que ando completamente impossível, demasiado sensível contudo com vontade de chorar sempre que falam para mim, e ontem atingi o "fundo". As minhas crises de sensibilidade magoaram outros. Quando ando assim apenas quero atenção, mas o problema é que nem dou atenção a mim própria, procuro - a nas outras pessoas.. errado eu sei.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disse coisas más, coisas essas que hoje me arrependo, fui egoista, nada racional, não o fiz de prepósito, apenas ando desiquilibrada, simples.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou envergonhada, daquelas vergonhas que não nos deixam dormir, que nos fazem ter medo, do que a outra pessoa pensa de nós, do que a outra pessoa ficou a sentir por nós. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto dele, realmente gosto, já o disse muitas vezes é o tal.. não sei porque aliás até sei, mas por coisas muito pequenas, coisas que me fazem sorrir.. como a forma como me chama, "menina bonita", a forma como me pede sempre um abraço e aperta me para eu não fugir, os seus discursos filosóficos, a sua maneira de me colocar na realidade ou de me incentivar quando o meu estado está demasiado frágil, gosto simplesmente dos cuidados que ele tem com ele próprio, como prepara o seu sumo de frutas, como passa o creme nos pés, como coloca o gel no cabelo.. gosto dele de um forma simples e verdadeira, mas magoei.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não fui capaz de ver que também ele estava a sofrer, que também ele tem os seus problemas.. fui egoista.. má..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-4089217136158795794?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/4089217136158795794/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=4089217136158795794' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/4089217136158795794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/4089217136158795794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2009/03/ma-eu-as-vezes.html' title='Má eu? Às vezes..'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SbpYRpRp6MI/AAAAAAAAAMM/RtDyfF8ZpXM/s72-c/cara+zangada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-7054850534247514002</id><published>2009-03-12T17:47:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-12T18:25:36.222Z</updated><title type='text'>Decisão tomada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SblTloRjkFI/AAAAAAAAAME/2D4c37OOh8Y/s1600-h/decis%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 90px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SblTloRjkFI/AAAAAAAAAME/2D4c37OOh8Y/s400/decis%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312369141391528018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma decisão dificil mas lá teve que ser tomada, a grande questão era, continuava o Mestrado ou então parava? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porquê? Ora então vou passar a explicar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iniciei o mestrado em Gestão de Marketing em março do ano passado, apesar de ter sido um pouco uma desilusão lá continuei, não gosto de desistir das coisas e para mim ao contrário do que as outras pessoas dizem sair a meio depois de ter pago (e paguei muito todos os meses) é desistir. E então continuei, tinha trabalho no Porto logo poderia perfeitamente continuar, agora as coisas mudaram.. como já referi anteriormente estou à procura de trabalho e no que respeita a oportunidades a verdade seja dita existem mais em Lisboa, o tempo foi passando e tinha que tomar a decisão continuar o mestrado no Porto e se por acaso aparecesse trabalho em Lx teria que desistir, ou então "congelar" o dito mestrado e retomar um dia mais tarde.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dia foi apertando e por muito que não queira tinha que tomar uma decisão e assim foi hoje cancelei a minha inscrição para o segundo ano de mestrado, por muito que esteja certa no que respeita à decisão tomada, doeu quando tive que dizer que terminei.. doeu para caraças.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim já sei em qualquer altura posso recomeçar, mas enfim não consigo pensar assim.. agora é esperar para que o trabalho em Lx finalmente apareça para eu não pensat que foi uma má decisão.. enfim..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-7054850534247514002?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/7054850534247514002/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=7054850534247514002' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/7054850534247514002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/7054850534247514002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2009/03/decisao-tomada.html' title='Decisão tomada'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SblTloRjkFI/AAAAAAAAAME/2D4c37OOh8Y/s72-c/decis%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-8853086808597665333</id><published>2009-02-24T18:24:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-24T18:42:20.271Z</updated><title type='text'>Triste encanto</title><content type='html'>Só hoje é que me apercebi da dimensão do meu problema, vou explicar.. só hoje percebi que realmente o negativismo estava a atacar me em força contribuindo para uma ligeira depressão, para um não querer olhar ao espelho, tendo um forte impacto no não querer sair de casa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando e começou esta minha terrivel doença, bem foi na sexta feira em que fui abatida por forte dor no estomago acompanhada por uma enorme vontade em vomitar, obviamente que isso contribui para não ir à minha querida aula de ginástica localizado, o que permitiu um aumento da frustação. Sábado foi um dia fantástico, andei o dia todo mal disposta e nem falo a nível de humor mas realmente esse não era dos melhores.. por fim decidi fazer alguma coisa e então fui alugar um filme, claro que quando não estamos propriamente bem dispostas, pelo menos eu tenho tendencia para escolher filmes que ainda me poe mais tiste, então ia com intenções de alugar o P.S. I Love you, enfim estava com vontade de chorar.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SaQ_TDYqWTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/0E-E0q_4M0I/s1600-h/triste+encanho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 164px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SaQ_TDYqWTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/0E-E0q_4M0I/s400/triste+encanho.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306435857508096306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei à Blockbuster e como é óbvio são várias pessoas que também estão deprimidas e então o filme estava esgotado.. procurei durante 45 minutos e lá me decidi por um que sabia que me ia fazer rir e ao mesmo tempo lá tinha a tal história de amor com final feliz que eu tanto estava à procura.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SaQ-0ALbffI/AAAAAAAAAL0/f-qxbnqYViA/s1600-h/2741574319_92ac172c6b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SaQ-0ALbffI/AAAAAAAAAL0/f-qxbnqYViA/s400/2741574319_92ac172c6b_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306435324071345650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusão aluguei o sexo e a cidade, sim eu sei.. mas há altuas na vida de uma mulher que o desespero fala mais alto.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá vi o filme, ri, chorei, queimei as pipocas enfim, tive um bocadinho de tudo.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas continuando, pensamentos negativos atrem coisas negativas e pronto domingo começaram as dores de ouvido, unidas às dores no corpo que se prolongaram até segunda feira, seguida de uma querida febre na madrugada de hoje.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, hoje reparei que realmente tenho que mudar de atitude, pensamentos positivos atraem coisas boas assim vou iniciar a minha semana.. (sim porque para mim a semana so começa amanha).. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redefinir objectivos e não desistir deles.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desculpem lá o desabafo, mas às vezes é preciso nos queixarmos..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-8853086808597665333?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/8853086808597665333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=8853086808597665333' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/8853086808597665333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/8853086808597665333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2009/02/triste-encanto.html' title='Triste encanto'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SaQ_TDYqWTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/0E-E0q_4M0I/s72-c/triste+encanho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-5449522666287597377</id><published>2009-02-24T18:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-24T18:03:15.703Z</updated><title type='text'>Keep on hoping</title><content type='html'>Mais uma musiquinha que tem uma boa melodia.. daquelas que sabe bem ouvir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TAK5jy0zW_I&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/TAK5jy0zW_I&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;br /&gt;Raul Midon - Keep On Hoping (With Jason Mraz)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-5449522666287597377?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/5449522666287597377/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=5449522666287597377' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/5449522666287597377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/5449522666287597377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2009/02/keep-on-hoping.html' title='Keep on hoping'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-6221229571705778443</id><published>2009-02-24T11:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-24T11:51:10.919Z</updated><title type='text'>Um sonzinho diferente..</title><content type='html'>Para quem gosta de jazz aqui fica uma boa aposta.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JPCjUir4lBw&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/JPCjUir4lBw&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;br /&gt;John Zorn - Masada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ajl28OdWqtc&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/Ajl28OdWqtc&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;br /&gt;John Zorn - Gevurah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-6221229571705778443?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/6221229571705778443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=6221229571705778443' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/6221229571705778443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/6221229571705778443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2009/02/um-sonzinho-diferente.html' title='Um sonzinho diferente..'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-629030081850278161</id><published>2009-02-23T15:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-23T15:47:04.476Z</updated><title type='text'>Para rir..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qq8Uc5BFogE&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/Qq8Uc5BFogE&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/755078682422735893-629030081850278161?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/629030081850278161/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=629030081850278161' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/629030081850278161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/629030081850278161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2009/02/para-rir.html' title='Para rir..'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-4543654819538315322</id><published>2009-02-23T15:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-23T15:19:39.419Z</updated><title type='text'>Yes we can</title><content type='html'>Estou a analisar a estratégia de marketing utilizado pelo Sr. Barack Obama e desta forma encontrei a musica da sua campanha, ja tinha ouvido falar, mas ainda não tinha tido oportunidade de ouvir. Assim partilho com vocês.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jjXyqcx-mYY&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/jjXyqcx-mYY&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/755078682422735893-4543654819538315322?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/4543654819538315322/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=4543654819538315322' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/4543654819538315322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/4543654819538315322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2009/02/yes-we-can.html' title='Yes we can'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-1032612867727434568</id><published>2009-02-21T11:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:25:45.173Z</updated><title type='text'>Get On Your Boots</title><content type='html'>Gosto da nova musica dos U2 é daquelas que não conseguimos estar quetinhos na cadeira e que quando dá na rádio temos logo que aumentar o volume.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6fIyTmkKO68&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/6fIyTmkKO68&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U2 - Get On Your Boots&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-1032612867727434568?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/1032612867727434568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=1032612867727434568' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/1032612867727434568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/1032612867727434568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2009/02/get-on-your-boots.html' title='Get On Your Boots'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-5991721142023314753</id><published>2009-02-21T11:11:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:17:31.516Z</updated><title type='text'>Ginástica localizada</title><content type='html'>Foi na passada quarta feira que iniciei a primeira secção de ginástica localizada, era uma das decisões tomadas para o ano de 2009, felizmente já inciei. Contudo não consegui continuar, sexta feira (ontem teria a segunda aula, não consegui ir, o meu estomago não me deixou. Contudo vou continuar a prosseguir esta minha árdua tarefa e quarta feira volta à carga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devo dizer que por momentos assustei me, aquilo parecia que estavamos na tropa ( não nunca fui, mas imagino, dizem que tenho uma imaginação muito fértil). Sai de lá completamente de rastos, mas devo admitir que soube mesmo muito bem.. Lembrei me deste video.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yWI1HCXHTKU&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/yWI1HCXHTKU&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok as roupas não eram estas, pelo menos as minhas não.. e não tinha nenhum menino bonito..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-5991721142023314753?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/5991721142023314753/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=5991721142023314753' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/5991721142023314753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/5991721142023314753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2009/02/ginastica-localizada.html' title='Ginástica localizada'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-4268562360467694237</id><published>2009-02-21T10:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:52:19.947Z</updated><title type='text'>Mais clássicos</title><content type='html'>Hoje realmente estou para os clássicos... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uY9StpmLITU&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/uY9StpmLITU&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/755078682422735893-4268562360467694237?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/4268562360467694237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=4268562360467694237' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/4268562360467694237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/4268562360467694237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2009/02/mais-classicos.html' title='Mais clássicos'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-6972084442833297519</id><published>2009-02-21T10:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:45:23.141Z</updated><title type='text'>Clássicos</title><content type='html'>Um clássico.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uY9StpmLITU&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/uY9StpmLITU&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/755078682422735893-6972084442833297519?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/6972084442833297519/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=6972084442833297519' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/6972084442833297519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/6972084442833297519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2009/02/classicos.html' title='Clássicos'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-1819785470624368224</id><published>2009-02-21T10:11:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:18:03.032Z</updated><title type='text'>Indecisão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SZ_Uy_wPc2I/AAAAAAAAALs/gxMl1UuFrqc/s1600-h/2+caminho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SZ_Uy_wPc2I/AAAAAAAAALs/gxMl1UuFrqc/s400/2+caminho.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305192858638054242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decididamente não sei o que quero :), fui há tal entrevista no Porto, é muito interessante, finalmente vou poder aplicar tudo o que aprendi durante os 4 anos da faculdade. A entrevista correu bem, senti que a pessoa tinha gostado de mim e tal.. bem pelos vistos não.. Ficaram de contactar até sexta feira quem tinha passado à última fase, claro que também dizem aquelas coisas, contactamos também quem não fica, mas já não acredito nisso.. Enfim ninguem me ligou, agora estou triste até tinha gostado da ideia.. Conclusão não sei o que quero :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-1819785470624368224?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/1819785470624368224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=1819785470624368224' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/1819785470624368224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/1819785470624368224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2009/02/indecisao.html' title='Indecisão'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SZ_Uy_wPc2I/AAAAAAAAALs/gxMl1UuFrqc/s72-c/2+caminho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-8083065114217610483</id><published>2009-02-18T09:47:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-18T09:56:50.210Z</updated><title type='text'>Confusão, confusão e mais confusão.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SZvbWG8VUoI/AAAAAAAAALk/yE9YjMDVQNE/s1600-h/dicion%C3%A1rio.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SZvbWG8VUoI/AAAAAAAAALk/yE9YjMDVQNE/s400/dicion%C3%A1rio.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304074159026164354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conhecem aqueles dias em que realmente estamos confusos, em que não sabemos por que ponta pegar, isto é, das várias opções que temos todas elas têm vários níveis de confusão dai qualquer uma dela será uma confusão. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é ando a sentir me assim.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisão que tomei, vou sair do meu emprego e vou trabalhar para Lx, estava decidida, já há muito tempo que queria logo esta era a oportunidade, a nivel de trabalho apresentavam-se muitas mais opções. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusão sai realmente do trabalho, trabalho em lx não, pelo contrário aparece me é aqui no Porto, uma oportunidade.. e agora???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou a sofrer por antecedência, eu sei, ainda falta uma última entrevista, contudo e se isso se proposer e se realmente se abre esta porta no Porto.. sim é certo o mercado está mau, mas quero sair daqui, quero descobrir coisas novas, sinto me pequenina aqui... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras da minha mãe: Tens que avaliar os prós e os contras, tens que analisar de a oportunidade é realmente interessante.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em síntese, devemos realmente lutar por aquilo que queremos e acreditar que vamos ter sorte ou então temos que nos sujeitar aquilo que aparece?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-8083065114217610483?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/8083065114217610483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=8083065114217610483' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/8083065114217610483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/8083065114217610483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2009/02/confusao-confusao-e-mais-confusao.html' title='Confusão, confusão e mais confusão.'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SZvbWG8VUoI/AAAAAAAAALk/yE9YjMDVQNE/s72-c/dicion%C3%A1rio.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-8688540493398952654</id><published>2009-02-12T11:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-12T11:53:18.027Z</updated><title type='text'>Convite</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2v7cUOvzVrI&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/2v7cUOvzVrI&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/755078682422735893-8688540493398952654?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-1062377706565923035</id><published>2009-02-09T11:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:54:16.480Z</updated><title type='text'>Vaza-me os olhos</title><content type='html'>Ouvi no outro dia na antena 3, no programa conversas de raparigas, este poema.. Vieram me as lágrimas aos olhos arrepiei me, tinha que partilhar.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaza-me os olhos: continuarei a ver-te,&lt;br /&gt;tapa-me os ouvidos: continuarei a ouvir-te,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sem pés chegarei a ti,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sem boca poderei invocar-te.&lt;br /&gt;decepa-me os braços: poderei abraçar-te&lt;br /&gt;com o coração como se fosse a mão.&lt;br /&gt;Arranca-me o coração: palpitarás no meu cérebro.&lt;br /&gt;E se me incendiares o cérebro,&lt;br /&gt;levar-te-ei ainda no meu sangue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainer Maria Rilke (1875-1926)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-1062377706565923035?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/1062377706565923035/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=1062377706565923035' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/1062377706565923035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/1062377706565923035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2009/02/vaza-me-os-olhos.html' title='Vaza-me os olhos'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-6614225522021521785</id><published>2009-02-09T11:43:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:44:43.463Z</updated><title type='text'>Bones</title><content type='html'>Já conhecemos os Killers pela musiquinha Human, agora fica aqui bones... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W07Rb-q71Eg&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/W07Rb-q71Eg&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/755078682422735893-6614225522021521785?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/6614225522021521785/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=6614225522021521785' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/6614225522021521785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/6614225522021521785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2009/02/bones.html' title='Bones'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-3175672086657562069</id><published>2009-02-09T11:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:33:44.109Z</updated><title type='text'>Fairytale of New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ig3EjNlKP5M&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/ig3EjNlKP5M&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto desta música não me perguntem porque, será porque tem a menina Katie Melua, se calhar porque apareceu na banda sonora do P.S. I Love You, mas gosto, simplesmente gosto... é diferente&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-3175672086657562069?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/3175672086657562069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=3175672086657562069' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/3175672086657562069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/3175672086657562069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2009/02/fairytale-of-new-york.html' title='Fairytale of New York'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-7517519394116320477</id><published>2009-02-09T10:33:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:43:36.434Z</updated><title type='text'>Voltei..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SZAI0Xh9XLI/AAAAAAAAALc/PkOnk6fqPS0/s1600-h/voltei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SZAI0Xh9XLI/AAAAAAAAALc/PkOnk6fqPS0/s400/voltei.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300746457177742514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não escrevia no blog desde o dia 6 de Dezembro de 2008, os últimos tempos foram atribulados e a vontade de escrever no blog, não foi nenhuma, pensei mesmo em desistir dele, mas tive saudades. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despedi me do emprego que tinha, sim eu sei, está dificil, mas quero encontrar aquilo para o qual estudei 4 anos. Quero pelo menos tentar por uns tempos, não foi um capricho, foi o não aguentar mais várias situações, ainda não estou bem, a forma como sai, não gostei, senti me como a má da fita e não foi assim. Mas enfim, estou a tentar esquecer apesar de às vezes ser tão complicado, pensamos sempre: " Não quero saber o que as pessoas pensam de mim", mas o que é certo é que não é bem assim. Tento sim esquecer o que as pessoas pensam de mim.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou tentar estabelecer novos hábitos, vou voltar a ouvir música, por uns tempos deixei conteitei me apenas com aquela que passava na rádio, quero música nova. Vou voltar ao meu blog, quero estar mais presente, não quero deixar morrer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou voltar a fazer desporto, andar de bicicleta ou correr, hoje já consegui, voltei a pedalar senti o coração a bater muito rápido. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltei, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi uma coisa, decididamente o dinheiro não é tudo, temos que pelo menos tentar fazer o que gostamos, nem que seja um bocadinho, caso contrário as coisas não resultam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim estão a pensar sou uma sonhadora, é verdade, mas gosto de ser assim, quero ser assim..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-7517519394116320477?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/7517519394116320477/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=7517519394116320477' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/7517519394116320477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/7517519394116320477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2009/02/voltei.html' title='Voltei..'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SZAI0Xh9XLI/AAAAAAAAALc/PkOnk6fqPS0/s72-c/voltei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-6969818789206692917</id><published>2008-12-06T11:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-06T11:50:19.691Z</updated><title type='text'>Another Way to die</title><content type='html'>Passando cerca de uma hora por dia no carro (no trânsito) o que me resta é mesmo ouvir música, detectei uma música que acho que faz qualquer um se mexer é imaginarmo-nos com o 007 num dos seus filmes a andar naqueles carros XPTO, a alta velocidade, em que praticamente caimos de uma ravina, mas estamos vivos.. entãoa aqui vai, segurem-se, este video não é recomendado a pessoas que sofrem do coração.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hM5UJvnbbuY&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/hM5UJvnbbuY&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;br /&gt;Another Way to Die - Alicia Keys e Jack White&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-6969818789206692917?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/6969818789206692917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=6969818789206692917' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/6969818789206692917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/6969818789206692917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-way-to-die.html' title='Another Way to die'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-3289719803388284263</id><published>2008-12-06T11:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-06T11:46:32.519Z</updated><title type='text'>Ausência</title><content type='html'>Lamento a minha ausência caros leitores, não se deveu a nenhuma razão em especial, ou provavelmente este aliada alguma desmotivação e falta de tempo o que não permitiu responder ao meu dever de partilhar com os senhores, as minhas histórias, ideias e claro palermices.. mas após (quase) ultrapassada a desmotivação e com a falta de tempo sempre presente vou tentar cumprir as minhas obrigações. Assim sendo cá vão as novidades. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como sabem sou uma fá, daquelas que puxa os cabelos e tudo, e que era capaz de fazer uma tatuagem, na planta do pé da anatomya de grey, e encontro-me completamente viciada pela seguinte musica. Mas quando digo viciada é mesmo ver o video várias vezes.. enfim vai passar eu tenho a certeza mas já fui ao medo só por precaução e ele disse que não há nada a fazer.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8sDuHzyROn0&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/8sDuHzyROn0&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As cenas do video são simplesmente fantásticas, têm que admitir.. e para quem pensa que o macbonzão vai morrer, calma não é bem assim é a grey que está a sonhar, mas eu compreendo eu também me assustei.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IÂ’m leaving tonight&lt;br /&gt;Going somewhere deep inside my mind&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes slowly&lt;br /&gt;FlowinÂ’ away slowly&lt;br /&gt;But I know IÂ’ll be alright&lt;br /&gt;ItÂ’s coming stronger to me&lt;br /&gt;And I know someone is out there&lt;br /&gt;Lead the way&lt;br /&gt;Lead the way&lt;br /&gt;Show me the answers I need to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What IÂ’m gonna live for&lt;br /&gt;What IÂ’m gonna die for&lt;br /&gt;Who you gonna fight for&lt;br /&gt;I canÂ’t answer that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life/love it is&lt;br /&gt;It is all my love&lt;br /&gt;All my life/love it is&lt;br /&gt;I know it is a life to live lately&lt;br /&gt;From above I hear&lt;br /&gt;I hear the sound of them sinkinÂ’&lt;br /&gt;I feel numb, IÂ’m alive&lt;br /&gt;I know IÂ’m getting closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What IÂ’m gonna live for&lt;br /&gt;What IÂ’m gonna die for&lt;br /&gt;Who you gonna fight for&lt;br /&gt;I canÂ’t answer that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has had itÂ’s share of troubles&lt;br /&gt;And now I found a place to go&lt;br /&gt;IÂ’ve said goodbye to all my troubles&lt;br /&gt;Â’cause now IÂ’ve find my place to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What IÂ’m gonna live for&lt;br /&gt;What IÂ’m gonna die for&lt;br /&gt;Who you gonna fight for&lt;br /&gt;I canÂ’t answer that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-3289719803388284263?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/3289719803388284263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=3289719803388284263' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/3289719803388284263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/3289719803388284263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/12/ausncia.html' title='Ausência'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-4177995515718829645</id><published>2008-11-04T21:04:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:09:21.295Z</updated><title type='text'>O sr. meu chefe 2</title><content type='html'>Como referi ontem a semana começou turbolenta, devo já dizer que a tempestade não se foi embora, a manhã ainda passou bem, voltaram os sorrisos, algumas partidas, como poderão imaginar o Sr. Meu Chefe não estava eno escritório. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contudo à tarde o mesmo já não se pode dizer eis que o Sr. meu chefe chega ao escritório, fechou a porta é sinal claro que não quer ser interrompido, pensei: " Hmmm.. vai ficar por ali pode ser que não chateie ninguém". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enganei me, começou pelas minhas colegas chamou-as ao escritório obviamente que não foi para elogiar o excelente trabalho, depois lá se entreteve com os telefonemas, bem que me enganei.. passado um pouco sobrou para mim, enfim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É respirar fundo e gozar com a situação caso contrário...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-4177995515718829645?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/4177995515718829645/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=4177995515718829645' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/4177995515718829645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/4177995515718829645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-sr-meu-chefe-2.html' title='O sr. meu chefe 2'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-5218784529174929606</id><published>2008-11-03T20:08:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:13:41.505Z</updated><title type='text'>O sr. meu chefe</title><content type='html'>É verdade quando dizem: " patrão fora dia santa na loja" ou algo do genero.. O que é certo é que a semana passada foi tão pacifica o meu querido chefe não apareceu. então o ambiente estava mais leve, toda a gente sorria, contavam-se piadas etc.. uma semana com a seguinte banda sonora..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PL-uL2M3xvM&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/PL-uL2M3xvM&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta semana o Sr. meu chefe voltou e ainda por cima de mau humor e cheio de vontade de trabalhar ou melhor de nos dar trabalho.. entoa o ambiente mudou, as piadas já se contavam de uma forma diferente, os risos tinham que ser contidos.. etc..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-5218784529174929606?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/5218784529174929606/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=5218784529174929606' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/5218784529174929606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/5218784529174929606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-sr-meu-chefe.html' title='O sr. meu chefe'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-2025447458485048068</id><published>2008-10-27T21:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-10-27T21:21:06.051Z</updated><title type='text'>Only you</title><content type='html'>Gostei da musiquinha que se segue, por momentos fechei os olhos e soube bem.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vjd6yIn2zmk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vjd6yIn2zmk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua Radin - Only You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-2025447458485048068?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/2025447458485048068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=2025447458485048068' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/2025447458485048068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/2025447458485048068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/10/only-you.html' title='Only you'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-3062931853735725154</id><published>2008-10-26T13:02:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:11:07.997Z</updated><title type='text'>O amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SQRsWxxac2I/AAAAAAAAALU/2m_TpMdKZak/s1600-h/timidez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SQRsWxxac2I/AAAAAAAAALU/2m_TpMdKZak/s400/timidez.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261449403249095522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou fã do programa do Fernando Alvim que dá todos os dias às 7h- Prova Oral, ora dado que durante a semana o Sr. tempo não me permitiu ouvir o programa, então hj fiz o download do programa de quinta-feira, sendo o tema o amor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E foi dita uma frase que me deixou a pensar.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" A mulher que está dentro do homem que faça amor com o homem que está dentro da mulher". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora pelo que percebi, quando o homem conseguir trazer a sua feminilidade para dentro de uma relação quando não tiver medo de mostrar o seu feminino e a mulher o seu eu masculino.. so assim conseguirão estar em pleno ao fazer amor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá que pensar..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-3062931853735725154?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/3062931853735725154/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=3062931853735725154' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/3062931853735725154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/3062931853735725154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-amor.html' title='O amor...'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SQRsWxxac2I/AAAAAAAAALU/2m_TpMdKZak/s72-c/timidez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-2570056757274646118</id><published>2008-10-21T21:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:56:43.182+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma voltinha mais uma musiquinha</title><content type='html'>Continuei a ouvir a menina Ingrid Michaelson e só agora é que me apercebi que ela tem musicas na Anatomia de Grey, daí eu gostar.. hmm... seguem algumas que já não vou largar durante um tempo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fORAPkfVV_A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fORAPkfVV_A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Breathing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jJOzdLwvTHA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jJOzdLwvTHA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto especialmente desta, do videoclip, da letra, do significado.. The way I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were falling, then I would catch you.&lt;br /&gt;You need a light, I'd find a match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I love the way you say good morning.&lt;br /&gt;And you take me the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are chilly, here take my sweater.&lt;br /&gt;Your head is aching, I'll make it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I love the way you call me baby.&lt;br /&gt;And you take me the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd buy you Rogaine if you start losing all your&lt;br /&gt;hair.&lt;br /&gt;Sew on patches to all you tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I love you more than I could ever promise.&lt;br /&gt;And you take me the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;You take me the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;You take me the way I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-2570056757274646118?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/2570056757274646118/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=2570056757274646118' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/2570056757274646118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/2570056757274646118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/10/mais-uma-voltinha-mais-uma-musiquinha.html' title='Mais uma voltinha mais uma musiquinha'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-4665203378404135274</id><published>2008-10-21T21:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:44:26.955+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu cresci</title><content type='html'>Hoje senti-me mesmo grande ou melhor no mundo dos grandes.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falei a maior parte do dia em Inglês.. com uns empresários da roménia. Então foi muito engraçado, devo admitir (devido provavelmente a estereotipos criados) que não achava os romenos muito simpaticos ou melhor não tinha opinião formada.. O que é certo é que me enganei.. e as meninas, isto é senhora, não tinha cabelo loiro algo que sempre achei que todas as meninas fossem assim.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas continuando, senti-me grande já não chegavam os tacões e os fatos, não hj tive a prova estou grande e o melhor é que gostei, sempre pensei que ia ter medo e que não queria crescer mas estou a gostar da sensação.. :)ah só me falta o cafézinho starbucks. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SP4-1eTW6GI/AAAAAAAAALM/QXhCJtWORRA/s1600-h/0725792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SP4-1eTW6GI/AAAAAAAAALM/QXhCJtWORRA/s400/0725792.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259710503203563618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não esta não sou eu, alias até acho que tem um ar um bocadinho, como dizer isto de uma forma amigavel, digamos exuberante. Mas era so para perceberem a imagem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-4665203378404135274?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/4665203378404135274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=4665203378404135274' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/4665203378404135274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/4665203378404135274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/10/eu-cresci.html' title='Eu cresci'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SP4-1eTW6GI/AAAAAAAAALM/QXhCJtWORRA/s72-c/0725792.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-3662469926402105329</id><published>2008-10-21T21:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:35:15.172+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Ok</title><content type='html'>Desde que ouvi esta musica que gostei.. como dizem os surfistas é "boa onda" (acho que é assim que se diz, se não for perceberam a ideia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LTlDVPL1fIQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LTlDVPL1fIQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingrid MIchaelson - Be Ok&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-3662469926402105329?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/3662469926402105329/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=3662469926402105329' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/3662469926402105329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/3662469926402105329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/10/be-ok.html' title='Be Ok'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-3791237672469950429</id><published>2008-10-20T20:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:09:28.232+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Woman</title><content type='html'>Gosto desta musica nova da Alicia Keys. Hoje de manhã no carro bem tentei cantar como ela e até começou a soar bem, mas depois reparei que o radio estava muito alto e então não ouvia a minha voz :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xK8t0gP4isE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-3791237672469950429?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/3791237672469950429/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=3791237672469950429' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/3791237672469950429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/3791237672469950429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/10/super-woman.html' title='Super Woman'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-477165839812494666</id><published>2008-10-20T19:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T19:57:05.333+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia de descanso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SPzUddkMLMI/AAAAAAAAALE/Q5Qs748PCLs/s1600-h/eu+n%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SPzUddkMLMI/AAAAAAAAALE/Q5Qs748PCLs/s400/eu+n%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259312067479612610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje foi um dia engraçado e dizem as pessoas que as segunda feiras são complicadas lol.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei ao local de trabalho e dizem me não há net, isto significa que não há servidor.. o que sinifica que todos os ficheiros que tenho que estão em rede não posso abrir dado que o Sr. Servidor não me permite, e-mails que tinha para enviar não pode, ddao que o Sr. servidor resolveu ir de férias e logo a Sr. Net foi com ele. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E depois disseram me já chamamos o técnico ele vem cá de manha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitei para limpar a secretária, para limpar as gavetas, para organizar as pastas (dado que estas não eram digitais). São 14h e o senhor resolveu não aparecer.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que aconteceu literalmente não fiz nada, quer dizer mudei a imagem do ambiente de trabalho que já estava para o fazer há algum tempo, fiz algumas chamadas.. e assim foi.. a minha super segunda feira.. aproveitei para pensar.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O melhor parece que este panorama se preve para amanha também.. enfim..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-477165839812494666?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/477165839812494666/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=477165839812494666' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/477165839812494666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/477165839812494666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/10/um-dia-de-descanso.html' title='Um dia de descanso'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SPzUddkMLMI/AAAAAAAAALE/Q5Qs748PCLs/s72-c/eu+n%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-2296264726242599732</id><published>2008-10-13T08:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T08:46:56.453+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma ida a Barcelona</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SPL86R0OGoI/AAAAAAAAAK8/1NUjhTsp_Lw/s1600-h/A9CIIW0CAYL6Q2PCAZ6X8Y6CATIQIDGCAM5PAIFCABVIU4FCAH1XO6YCAVOVF4TCANC9L82CADXCA0TCADCO5LCCAJ26J1SCAXRJUTUCAQ9WY51CAPKQS9WCACK9CMDCAEIKU1ZCALRDJBGCANDK0JW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SPL86R0OGoI/AAAAAAAAAK8/1NUjhTsp_Lw/s400/A9CIIW0CAYL6Q2PCAZ6X8Y6CATIQIDGCAM5PAIFCABVIU4FCAH1XO6YCAVOVF4TCANC9L82CADXCA0TCADCO5LCCAJ26J1SCAXRJUTUCAQ9WY51CAPKQS9WCACK9CMDCAEIKU1ZCALRDJBGCANDK0JW.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256541793239833218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tive um fim de semana diferente, pelo menos uma pequena parte dele.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábado jnatei com pessoas diferentes, diferentes daquelas com que estou todos os dias.. soube bem, conversas diferentes, opiniões diferentes, culturas diferentes, por muitos "viajei" até Barcelona conheci as ruas, as pessoas, falei a lingua deles.. sim ainda falei um bocado de espanhol, dado que cada palavra que dizia originava uma grande gargalhada.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficamos a pensar que estamos demasiado fechados no nosso mundinho.. não conhecemos nada com o medo.. mas quando o fazemos temos boas surpresas..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-2296264726242599732?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/2296264726242599732/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=2296264726242599732' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/2296264726242599732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/2296264726242599732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/10/uma-ida-barcelona.html' title='Uma ida a Barcelona'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SPL86R0OGoI/AAAAAAAAAK8/1NUjhTsp_Lw/s72-c/A9CIIW0CAYL6Q2PCAZ6X8Y6CATIQIDGCAM5PAIFCABVIU4FCAH1XO6YCAVOVF4TCANC9L82CADXCA0TCADCO5LCCAJ26J1SCAXRJUTUCAQ9WY51CAPKQS9WCACK9CMDCAEIKU1ZCALRDJBGCANDK0JW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-5423723693765860129</id><published>2008-10-11T19:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T19:07:42.195+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Marcha atrás na auto estrada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SPDrZU3xKXI/AAAAAAAAAK0/BrA4Q0j8kbc/s1600-h/HZCAMV3SOCCATHT2JDCAVN5ZPVCARJE48VCAB90J77CAYRPI8VCAXC0FM8CAAS2X04CAKM5LNLCA4AUET1CA4XXMF3CAPUK2PKCA59M1E7CACWHT24CAXRVXVYCARGH4JOCA35K2CACAUFPT0VCAK7IJL2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SPDrZU3xKXI/AAAAAAAAAK0/BrA4Q0j8kbc/s400/HZCAMV3SOCCATHT2JDCAVN5ZPVCARJE48VCAB90J77CAYRPI8VCAXC0FM8CAAS2X04CAKM5LNLCA4AUET1CA4XXMF3CAPUK2PKCA59M1E7CACWHT24CAXRVXVYCARGH4JOCA35K2CACAUFPT0VCAK7IJL2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255959585473243506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma vez disse a alguem que se um dia me perdesse na auto-estrada, que dava meia volta e ia em sentido contrario, estava a brincar como é obvio (e realço mais uma vez que estava a brincar), o que é certo é que fui perseguida com esta brincadeira durante um tempo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem estava eu a entrar na auto-estrada, quando vejo um carro a fazer marcha atras.. sim não estou a brincar a fazer marcha atras.. e não, já sei o que estava a pensar era uma mulher.. Não lamento meus senhores não era mulher.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não o senhor não era velhinho, mas muito bem também não deveria estar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim faço um apelo a todos os senhores que vão na estrada, quando forem a entrar para a auto estrada, por favor não façam marcha atrás. Porque ah e tal não sei, mas podem acontecer acidentes..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-5423723693765860129?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/5423723693765860129/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=5423723693765860129' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/5423723693765860129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/5423723693765860129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/10/marcha-atrs-na-auto-estrada.html' title='Marcha atrás na auto estrada'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SPDrZU3xKXI/AAAAAAAAAK0/BrA4Q0j8kbc/s72-c/HZCAMV3SOCCATHT2JDCAVN5ZPVCARJE48VCAB90J77CAYRPI8VCAXC0FM8CAAS2X04CAKM5LNLCA4AUET1CA4XXMF3CAPUK2PKCA59M1E7CACWHT24CAXRVXVYCARGH4JOCA35K2CACAUFPT0VCAK7IJL2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-4760097557098237900</id><published>2008-10-09T23:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:09:39.332+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oficialmente sem sono..</title><content type='html'>Estou oficialmente sem sono e ultimamente não é normal dado que mal encosto a cabecinha no almofado.. pufff.. já não há sininho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho a cabeça às voltas penso, penso e mais penso.. irrita me pensar tanto.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho o coração pesado, não sei explicar.. tenho um nó na garganta, tentei chorar.. acho que as lágrimas se esgotaram.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim repararam no que disse tentei chorar, porque sei que fico logo mais leve, canso me e adormeço. Mas agora não consigo, a aflição continua aqui.. enfim.. estou a divagar, ultimamente faço o muitas vezes.. as pessoas costumam dizer se estas a divagar é porque não tens nada para dizer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho muita coisa para dizer, o que não quero, por isso vou mandando os meus posinhos.. para aqui. para ali..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-4760097557098237900?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/4760097557098237900/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=4760097557098237900' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/4760097557098237900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/4760097557098237900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/10/oficialmente-sem-sono.html' title='Oficialmente sem sono..'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-1257534530629167915</id><published>2008-10-05T09:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T10:12:09.211+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ontem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SOiE4euSR-I/AAAAAAAAAKs/JODorSFaAew/s1600-h/VICATHQ9V3CAKSOSEICA8LMUY3CAH71KZGCAA94GH9CAE80Z48CAB2KZWVCA4JQ7TOCA6V2201CAGDIP0RCAFYPCFWCATP0FIWCAZDJI02CA1EOGM9CAXJ9W5QCAJIQHBACAKT56ZVCABDVDSJCA84UJUW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SOiE4euSR-I/AAAAAAAAAKs/JODorSFaAew/s400/VICATHQ9V3CAKSOSEICA8LMUY3CAH71KZGCAA94GH9CAE80Z48CAB2KZWVCA4JQ7TOCA6V2201CAGDIP0RCAFYPCFWCATP0FIWCAZDJI02CA1EOGM9CAXJ9W5QCAJIQHBACAKT56ZVCABDVDSJCA84UJUW.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253595071182424034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem tive a trabalhar de uma forma diferente.. convenção da marca, optima forma de arranjar contactos (diz a minha chefe) e então lá fui.. toda pipi, sim porque se nos outros dias tinha que anadr toda arranjadinha, sapatinhos de tacão alto, calcinha classica, camisinha.. ontem teve que ser fato completo.. camisinha.. sapatinhos, enfim.. tudo a que uma futura empresária tem direito. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos para aqui, beijinhos para acolá.. Esta é a ... trabalha agora comigo (diz a minha chefe).. Esta é a ... trabalha agora comigo (diz a minha chefe várias vezes ao dia).. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passam as conferencias, passa o almoço e tenho que admitir que há alturas em que me sinto sozinha, mas enfim, ainda faltavam umas horas até me conseguir escapar.. mais conferencias.. até que não dá mais 16h e já cansada de tanta conversa de fininho digo à minha chefe vou me embora.. resposta da minha chefe: " Pera aí que vou contigo, saimos as duas de fininho".. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim foi um dia diferene, em que percebi como tu funciona.. e já percebi que ainda vou ter que andar mais pipi.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah outra revelação é que pela primeira vez na vida me deram mais do que a minha idade, sim porque aparento sempre ter menos idade do que aquela que tenho, 23, dão-me sempre 18 ou 20 enfim.. ontem de uma forma impressionante deram me 25.. não sei se é para ficar assustada ou para rir lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-1257534530629167915?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/1257534530629167915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=1257534530629167915' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/1257534530629167915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/1257534530629167915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/10/ontem.html' title='Ontem'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SOiE4euSR-I/AAAAAAAAAKs/JODorSFaAew/s72-c/VICATHQ9V3CAKSOSEICA8LMUY3CAH71KZGCAA94GH9CAE80Z48CAB2KZWVCA4JQ7TOCA6V2201CAGDIP0RCAFYPCFWCATP0FIWCAZDJI02CA1EOGM9CAXJ9W5QCAJIQHBACAKT56ZVCABDVDSJCA84UJUW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-154616545700292156</id><published>2008-10-02T22:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:03:13.255+01:00</updated><title type='text'>às vezes (3)</title><content type='html'>Deparei me com uma situação engraçada.. que de engraçada não teve nada.. ontem estava a falar com um menino ( enão vou dizer senhor, porque ah e tal.. até era novinho), que no desenrolar da conversa.. começou com umas piadas.. enfim.. aquelas piads que os homems e que sabem o que fazem bla bla bla.. mas nem é por ai o que é certo é que foi a primeira vez já ha algum tempo que senti um arrepio.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele arrepio que mexe conosco e faz o coração bater mais rápido, devo de o admitir já há algum tempo que não o sentia. Não não pensava que nunca mais ia sentir, nada disso simplesmente ainda não tinha surgido.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas ainda não disse o que queria, de repente enquanto tentava prestar atenção ao Sr./menino, fui completamente invadida por pensamentos antigos (não tão antigos assim), sobre a tal pessoa.. Mas pensamentos como se eu tivesse a fazer algo de errado.. sim eu sei estupido, claro que sim cada um segue a sua vida e eu um dia vou seguir a minha. Mas não é esse o problema o problema é a que proposito a minha queria consciencia me fez esta partida.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviamente que ao resto da conversa, não consegui prestar atenção nenhuma.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, agora esto me a rir.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque nesse instante tive um dialogo interno.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Não penses isso, estas parva?"&lt;br /&gt;" Toma atenção à conversa.." etc etc etc etc &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora perguntam voces porque estou a partilhar isto, porque pela primeira vez há já algum tempo que estou sem sono e entao resolvi por a escrita em dia.. e quando começo não consigo parar lol e entao os pensamentos vão surgindo e vou escrevendo.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para terminar hoje ouvi esta musica muito antiga.. sabia a letra de cor.. e hoje, bem ainda não perdi o jeito lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MsTeL8-ornA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MsTeL8-ornA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/755078682422735893-154616545700292156?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/154616545700292156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=154616545700292156' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/154616545700292156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/154616545700292156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/10/s-vezes-3.html' title='às vezes (3)'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-2378406598587382975</id><published>2008-10-02T22:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:49:11.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarde de chocolates + gomas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SOVB0FJZlcI/AAAAAAAAAKk/0m9s6i_JzVI/s1600-h/images1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SOVB0FJZlcI/AAAAAAAAAKk/0m9s6i_JzVI/s400/images1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252676903388157378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje fartei me de comer chocolates, aqueles da kinder que são umas barritas.. que já agora passo a publicidade são bastanet bons.. ah sim e também misturei com gomas, aqueles gomas de ursinhos, bem as gomas eram da minha colega.. sim não comprei tudo.. se não também parece um boadinho mau.. e assim foi ia trabalhando, pimba uma goma que salta para a boca, um telefonema.. outra gomita... o envio de um email.. um chocolatito.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusão, quem me conhece sabe bem.. que ok ate posso gostar de chocolate mas de uma forma faseada e nem demonstra muita impolgação.. e pensei.. hmm o que terá acontecido, para estas vontades.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsharrammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.. snceramente continuo sem saber lol aceito sugestões..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-2378406598587382975?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/2378406598587382975/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=2378406598587382975' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/2378406598587382975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/2378406598587382975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/10/tarde-de-chocolates-gomas.html' title='Tarde de chocolates + gomas'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SOVB0FJZlcI/AAAAAAAAAKk/0m9s6i_JzVI/s72-c/images1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-6428729060951676693</id><published>2008-09-28T12:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T12:22:07.131+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Principe encantado</title><content type='html'>Sonhadora sou.. romântica sou.. ma admito que já o fui mais, mas sendo uma menina sonhadora sonho com o meu principe encantado e na forma como ele me virá resgatar.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem vi um filme (que inceramente não sei o nome, só apanhei quse o fim), mas que era um menino e uma menina, que pelo que percebi, gostavam um do outro, mas simplesmente escolheram caminhos diferentes.. quando ela quis ir atras dele.. ja era tarde, e quando ele decidiu voltar para ela.. ela ia se casar.. enfim desencntros (destes a minha vida está cheia lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a parte que mais me chamou atenção foi.. quando ele decidiu que a ia conquistar e então pegou na sua guitarra e em frente à sua casa começou a cantar, cantava mal diga-se de passagem.. mas o que interessa foi a musica que foi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/24UBwv0_MX4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/24UBwv0_MX4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I guess this time you're really leavin'&lt;br /&gt;I heard your suitcase say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;And as my broken heart lies bleeding&lt;br /&gt;You say true love is suicide&lt;br /&gt;You say you've cried a thousand rivers&lt;br /&gt;And now you're swimming for the shore&lt;br /&gt;You left me drowning in my tears&lt;br /&gt;And you won't save me anymore&lt;br /&gt;I'll pray to God to give me one more chance, girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;These five words I swear to you&lt;br /&gt;When you breathe I want to be the air for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;I'd live and I'd die for you&lt;br /&gt;I'd steal the sun from the sky for you&lt;br /&gt;Words can't say what love can do&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you know we've had some good times&lt;br /&gt;Now they have their own hiding place&lt;br /&gt;But I can promise you tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;But I can't buy back yesterday&lt;br /&gt;And Baby you know my hands are dirty&lt;br /&gt;But I wanted to be your valentine&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the water when you get thirsty, baby&lt;br /&gt;When you get drunk, I'll be the wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Solo)&lt;br /&gt;And I wasn't there when you were happy&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't there when you were down&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to miss your birthday, baby&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'd seen you blow those candles out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A letra.. Hmm a letra.. fica pergunta, pode alguem realmente dizer que estará sempre para nós? E se acreditamos ? E depois a pessoa não está, não é melhor simplesmente não acreditar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em resumo após ver o filme, senti me com uma menina outra vez, uma menina pequenina que sonha que o seu principe encantado a venha salvar.. lhe venha dizer que gosta dela e que a vai proteger..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-6428729060951676693?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/6428729060951676693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=6428729060951676693' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/6428729060951676693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/6428729060951676693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/09/principe-encantado.html' title='Principe encantado'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-1351394296557668570</id><published>2008-09-26T22:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T22:22:16.021+01:00</updated><title type='text'>às vezes (2)</title><content type='html'>Temos alturas em que estamos também felizes mesmo.. conhecem aquele pleno.. em que relaxamos e pensamos está tudo bem.. estou bem.. vou ficar bem... e depois vem aquela musica, aquela musica que lembra tudo.. mudas de radio.. mas a musica não sai da cabeça e ai nesse instante, começam as lembranças elas retornam.. como se não quisessem ir embora, não querem sair desta casa.. estão bem, mas deixam mal a inclina principal (eu). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah quem diga é bom recordar, sabe bem.. quem diz isso certamente não está bem.. nunca amou.. nunca se magoou.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aqueles que me venham dizer vai passar, sim eu sei, disso eu tenho a certeza, mas às vezes só às vezes doi.. por isso mais vale aceitar a dor quando ela aparece.. aceitar as lágrimas que vão caindo.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não estou triste de todo, estou bem.. apenas aceitei, não vale a pena fugir.. mais dia menos dia ela aparece e tarahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh surpresa.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rg3NUF6POR4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rg3NUF6POR4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi este menino no outro dia ao vivo e gostei.. até há bem pouco tempo achava demasiado comercial, mas ver ao vivo, ouvir a sua vozinha.. arrepia.. e esta musica.. a letra gostei..something broken..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-1351394296557668570?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/1351394296557668570/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=1351394296557668570' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/1351394296557668570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/1351394296557668570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/09/s-vezes-2.html' title='às vezes (2)'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-1514788109396376442</id><published>2008-09-26T22:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T22:08:53.587+01:00</updated><title type='text'>First love</title><content type='html'>First love, quem já não o teve.. lembro me do meu.. chamava-se Tiago, era muito magrinho e eu era mais alta que eu (na altura era a mais alta da turma.. não sei o que me aconteceu, pois fiquei pelos 1,60m)..Ainda hj às vezes o vejo.. sorrio sempre..para dentro, porque não seu porque mas continua com alguma vergonha de o enfrentar.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W8hWNyb0bNM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W8hWNyb0bNM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/755078682422735893-1514788109396376442?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/1514788109396376442/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=1514788109396376442' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/1514788109396376442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/1514788109396376442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-love.html' title='First love'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-2366800763014985935</id><published>2008-09-25T22:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:33:00.329+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Once</title><content type='html'>Gostei.. sabe bem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CoSL_qayMCc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CoSL_qayMCc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/755078682422735893-2366800763014985935?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/2366800763014985935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=2366800763014985935' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/2366800763014985935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/2366800763014985935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/09/once.html' title='Once'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-7671737516923623068</id><published>2008-09-25T22:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:12:25.509+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I kissed a girl (brincadeirinha)</title><content type='html'>A quem me conhece lamento desde já o que vou postar a quem não me conhece lamento na mesma.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que ouço esta musica, não consigo me conter e tenho que a cantar.. sim eu sei a letra.. era já ai que eu ia chegar.. desde a primeira vez que me apercebi da problematica do tema, contudo tem que admitir é irritante.. mas faz nos mexer e cantarolar.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que não fiquem dúvidas, NÃO, NÃO beijei nenhuma menina.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g0rPD2GkOEw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g0rPD2GkOEw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/755078682422735893-7671737516923623068?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/7671737516923623068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=7671737516923623068' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/7671737516923623068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/7671737516923623068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-kissed-girl-brincadeirinha.html' title='I kissed a girl (brincadeirinha)'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-4098760267258681026</id><published>2008-09-25T22:04:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:08:33.441+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SNv9yiQ67FI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zXv1VgM4xTU/s1600-h/velas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SNv9yiQ67FI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zXv1VgM4xTU/s400/velas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250068835263507538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha irmã hoje fez anos.. está grande 12 anitos... olho para ela e nem acredito.. hoje de manha agarrei me a ela e so a larguei passado 10 minutos, parecia que estava xeia de saudades dela, estando ali pertinho..Ela claro: " Ai larga-me, larga-me".. dei-lhe a prenda que ela tanto queria.. delirei quando vi nos olhos dela a felicidade..É a minha maninha.. que agora está grande..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-4098760267258681026?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/4098760267258681026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=4098760267258681026' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/4098760267258681026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/4098760267258681026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/09/parabns.html' title='Parabéns..'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SNv9yiQ67FI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zXv1VgM4xTU/s72-c/velas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-3899668181290226968</id><published>2008-09-25T09:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:03:40.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O jogo da Mula</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SNv8o9d-FFI/AAAAAAAAAII/Yu6JU8gnrqY/s1600-h/XGCAYGFWXTCAESUYA3CAE1A3GICA1GMYGHCAF6TGENCAHOFGT5CASP6HIXCAQ2SELPCAQ53BIQCA418FRUCAZW5V6RCAG85Y9PCAIZJL90CAAOTVYGCA0R1QC3CADC8MFKCALXSDXKCARO5YFKCAYG5IP4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SNv8o9d-FFI/AAAAAAAAAII/Yu6JU8gnrqY/s400/XGCAYGFWXTCAESUYA3CAE1A3GICA1GMYGHCAF6TGENCAHOFGT5CASP6HIXCAQ2SELPCAQ53BIQCA418FRUCAZW5V6RCAG85Y9PCAIZJL90CAAOTVYGCA0R1QC3CADC8MFKCALXSDXKCARO5YFKCAYG5IP4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250067571255678034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou participar num concurso na rádio já decidi.. agora só me falta inscrever lol.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas as manhas enquanto estou nas fila do Sr. transito.. vou fazendo &lt;br /&gt;"zapping" das várias rádios.. e tenho ouvido um concurso na Mega FM, o qual se intitula de Jogo da Mula (nome sugestivo lol).. ganho so por participar 200€.. o que pode não parecer muito mas neste altura já me fazia falta... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim vou me preparar pois vou ter a minha estreia na rádio.. sempre pode ser que considera uma mudança de carreira lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-3899668181290226968?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/3899668181290226968/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=3899668181290226968' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/3899668181290226968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/3899668181290226968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-jogo-da-mula.html' title='O jogo da Mula'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SNv8o9d-FFI/AAAAAAAAAII/Yu6JU8gnrqY/s72-c/XGCAYGFWXTCAESUYA3CAE1A3GICA1GMYGHCAF6TGENCAHOFGT5CASP6HIXCAQ2SELPCAQ53BIQCA418FRUCAZW5V6RCAG85Y9PCAIZJL90CAAOTVYGCA0R1QC3CADC8MFKCALXSDXKCARO5YFKCAYG5IP4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-2051816878419455834</id><published>2008-09-20T15:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T15:12:08.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'>às vezes..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SNUEqoa6PEI/AAAAAAAAAIA/3uhtfooTf64/s1600-h/saudade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SNUEqoa6PEI/AAAAAAAAAIA/3uhtfooTf64/s400/saudade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248106071221484610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costumam dizer, com o tempo passa.. melhores dias virão.. até eu às vezes o digo.. mas o que é certo é que às vezes é dificil pensar isso às vezes a falta está presente, quase que cedemos à tentação de ouvir o ola.. às vezes deixamos de acreditar.. que iremos encontrar o amor noutra pessoas.. as vezes..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-2051816878419455834?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/2051816878419455834/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=2051816878419455834' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/2051816878419455834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/2051816878419455834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/09/s-vezes.html' title='às vezes..'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SNUEqoa6PEI/AAAAAAAAAIA/3uhtfooTf64/s72-c/saudade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-5829617059731266003</id><published>2008-09-20T13:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T13:54:40.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Dreamer</title><content type='html'>Obrigada alice mais uma vez pela dica :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostei.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5iswAgf7tJE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5iswAgf7tJE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/755078682422735893-5829617059731266003?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/5829617059731266003/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=5829617059731266003' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/5829617059731266003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/5829617059731266003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-dreamer.html' title='Day Dreamer'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-6065943548062907765</id><published>2008-09-20T13:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T13:52:01.747+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai ai..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SNTx4wRJJPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/g0D3tchRXK0/s1600-h/trabalho+duro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SNTx4wRJJPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/g0D3tchRXK0/s400/trabalho+duro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248085423125243122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim foi que começou (pela segunda vez) a minha estreia no mundo de trabalho. Na tal empresa muito importante no lugar muito importante que agora digo que assusta como tudo. Foi assim uma semana de nervos, a chegar tardissimo a casa, presa a um computador. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho colegas simpáticas, é pena é que a música do momento seja sempre patrocinada pela rádio cidade. Peços desculpa aos ouvintes da rádio em questão, mas sinceramente não é das minnhas preferidas.. mas ponto simplesmente habituamo nos.. adaptamos nos.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou uma senhora.. a menina já não está à vista, os sapatinhos (altos) estão sempre presentes, a camisinha e as calças (clássicas) também não faltam.. parece uma dondoca lol.. hoje as sapatilhas e as calças de ganga não faltam, ja tinha saudades..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-6065943548062907765?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/6065943548062907765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=6065943548062907765' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/6065943548062907765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/6065943548062907765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/09/ai-ai.html' title='Ai ai..'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SNTx4wRJJPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/g0D3tchRXK0/s72-c/trabalho+duro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-4382193608954895015</id><published>2008-09-14T11:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T11:51:04.878+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tender Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pHLGA67fBNk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pHLGA67fBNk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto, não gostam.. Hmm faz sonhar..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-4382193608954895015?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/4382193608954895015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=4382193608954895015' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/4382193608954895015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/4382193608954895015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/09/tender-love.html' title='Tender Love'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-1046084416469585467</id><published>2008-09-14T11:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T11:36:14.728+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje de manhã saí muito cedo</title><content type='html'>Hoje de manhã saí muito cedo,&lt;br /&gt;Por ter acordado ainda mais cedo&lt;br /&gt;E não ter nada que quisesse fazer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sabia que caminho tomar&lt;br /&gt;Mas o vento soprava forte, varria para um lado,&lt;br /&gt;E segui o caminho para onde o vento me soprava nas costas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim tem sido sempre a minha vida, e&lt;br /&gt;Assim quero que possa ser sempre --&lt;br /&gt;Vou onde o vento me leva e não me&lt;br /&gt;Sinto pensar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Alberto Caeiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não fui sempre assim gostaria de agora o começar a ser..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-1046084416469585467?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/1046084416469585467/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=1046084416469585467' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/1046084416469585467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/1046084416469585467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/09/hoje-de-manh-sa-muito-cedo.html' title='Hoje de manhã saí muito cedo'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-221691647380589977</id><published>2008-09-12T22:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T22:24:56.248+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In my place</title><content type='html'>Bigada, alice pela dica. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bVWX8gjeZ-8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bVWX8gjeZ-8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/755078682422735893-221691647380589977?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/221691647380589977/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=221691647380589977' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/221691647380589977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/221691647380589977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-my-place.html' title='In my place'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-160614156275145918</id><published>2008-09-12T22:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T22:14:42.168+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A lei da atracção..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SMrbuPsvosI/AAAAAAAAAHw/6dQKs4Cb4Tw/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SMrbuPsvosI/AAAAAAAAAHw/6dQKs4Cb4Tw/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245246303561032386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi ontem por volta das 22h30 que descobri algo.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava a ver o programa da Oprah (sim eu vejo, vá podem rir á vontade) quando ela começou a falar que os bons pensamentos atraem coisas boas e os maus pensamentos atraem coisas más (lei da atracção).. pensam voces, sim isso já se sabe.. sim eu também já sabia isso, mas contonuei a ouvir. Várias autores falavam do poder do pensamento.. Em como se tivessemos um pensamento e se o visualizassemos várias vezes e se realmente acreditassemos nele, que isso se realizava.. vários foram os livros que foram editados sobre o assunto.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que tentou desmistificar o assunto foi o famoso: " O segredo", devo de admitir a forma como os testemunhos falavam do livro a forma como mudou a sua vida.. fiquei cheia de vontade de o comprar.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim foi compreio hj e mal comecei a ler não consegui parar.. não é nehuma epifania porque acho que na maior parte do que está lá escrito já todos sabiamos.. mas é porreiro existir algo que prove isso.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é só o pensar: ah e tal vou ter bons pensamntos para ter boas coisas nao é so isso é algo mais, algo com significado.. recomendo. E acreditem sou daqueles pessoas que nunca acreditou naqueles livros de: " A feliciade está nas suas maos" etc etc.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que é certo é que este me convenceu..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-160614156275145918?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/160614156275145918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=160614156275145918' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/160614156275145918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/160614156275145918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/09/lei-da-atraco.html' title='A lei da atracção..'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SMrbuPsvosI/AAAAAAAAAHw/6dQKs4Cb4Tw/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-7453708018518281806</id><published>2008-09-10T18:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T18:53:06.824+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva la vida (ou entao nao)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dvgZkm1xWPE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dvgZkm1xWPE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/755078682422735893-7453708018518281806?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/7453708018518281806/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=7453708018518281806' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/7453708018518281806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/7453708018518281806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/09/viva-la-vida-ou-entao-nao.html' title='Viva la vida (ou entao nao)'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-3403049323028655024</id><published>2008-09-10T18:33:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T18:49:36.664+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SMgHsO9WFuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ul4KqNb5_TI/s1600-h/cansada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SMgHsO9WFuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ul4KqNb5_TI/s400/cansada.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244450222583977698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sinto me cansada, cansada de pensar de sentir.. às vezes queria não sentir não querer.. simplesmente estar. Apetece me desistir so por momentos.. so hoje.. esquecer a responsabilidade, esquecer o que tenho que ser, o que as pessoas pensam.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser eu e so eu.. quero mandar em mim e não consigo, sonho sempre em demasia e depois..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero voltar atrás, quero poder escolher, nunca me deixaram escolher apenas o disseram.. tenho direito a escolher, tenho direito a querer..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-3403049323028655024?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/3403049323028655024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=3403049323028655024' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/3403049323028655024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/3403049323028655024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SMgHsO9WFuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ul4KqNb5_TI/s72-c/cansada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-4513265736183669179</id><published>2008-09-08T12:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T12:38:22.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um espectáculo grátis..</title><content type='html'>Andava aqui a menina ontem a passear pela Fnac à procura da prenda certa para a sua querida irmã (que diga-se de passagem a nível de pedidos não é nada modesta).. quando de repente ouço uma sonoridade bastante conhecida (pelo menos pelos srs. meus ouvidos), não tendo consciencia comecei a cantarolar (baixinho), reparei que esta perto de uns sofás, a tocar numa aparelhagem XPTO (sim não ligo muito isso), quando não me contive e comecei também a balançar um bocadinho as ancas e a cantarolar enquanto pegava no CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já agora a música é cantada pela Sra. Nina Simone, diga-se de passagem que é uma das minhas preferidas, adora a força da voz dela, a música era a que se seguia.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lBy4QXAAil8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lBy4QXAAil8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas continuando.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comecei a sentir me ligeiramente observada, quando olho para tras estava um rapazinho no sofá sentado a olhar para mim (também era obrigado a isso pois ele estava sentado no tal sofá e eu coloquei me mesmo à frente dele enfim), bem como devem de imaginar fiquei cheia de vergonha, mas a unica coisa que eu fiz, foi começar a rir (isto é o que eu faço em pánico) e enfim a pedir desculpa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que até quando me vim embora e me lembrava não conseguia parar de rir.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim ao rapazinho que deve ter ficado também muito envergonhado, peço desde já desculpa :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-4513265736183669179?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/4513265736183669179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=4513265736183669179' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/4513265736183669179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/4513265736183669179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/09/um-espectculo-grtis.html' title='Um espectáculo grátis..'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-4048614670730939501</id><published>2008-09-06T11:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T12:05:27.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspira, expira...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SMJj48Uh1cI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5XB5i6n7NGQ/s1600-h/duvidas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SMJj48Uh1cI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5XB5i6n7NGQ/s400/duvidas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242862746128733634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem fui a uma entrevista muito importante, para um lugar muito importante.. Cheguei e sentei me, ao meu lado estava uma rapariga à espera do mesmo, começamos a falar, senti por ela uma empatia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela entrou para a entrevista, desejei lhe boa sorte, mas depois pensei para mim: " Porque lhe estás a desejar sorte tu também queres o lugar, enfim, depois debati me com a minha inveja". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente ela saiu, e lá fui eu.. nunca uma entrevista demorou tanto tempo, estive lá dentro uma hora, o sr. falou eu falei, ele falou eu falei, defendi me, tentei mostrar as minhas qualidades, a minha motivação, enfim o normal.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente sai, pensei: Hmm correu bem?  Saí com a sensação que deveria ter dito mais alguma coisa, que deveria ter acrescentado mais alguma coisa, que deveria ter lutado mais.. há quem diga deste o teu melhor.. mas penso será que esse era o meu melhor? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luto contra as dúvidas, penso agora está, espera tem calma.. Mas ao mesmo tempo sou absorvida pelas constantes dúvidas, poderia ter feito mais.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim um pequeno desabado de um pequeno momento, que aspira a muita ansiedade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-4048614670730939501?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/4048614670730939501/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=4048614670730939501' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/4048614670730939501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/4048614670730939501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/09/inspira-expira.html' title='Inspira, expira...'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SMJj48Uh1cI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5XB5i6n7NGQ/s72-c/duvidas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-4583627187093116146</id><published>2008-09-05T18:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:00:32.468+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Volta sol.. estás perdoado!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SMFzcW8NFrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Td3i5gF5pNA/s1600-h/chuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SMFzcW8NFrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Td3i5gF5pNA/s400/chuva.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242598372267595442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;são dias como estes que me fazem soltar um grande sorriso (de desespero). Hoje era daqueles dias em que tinha de fazer imensas coisas, daquelas que nos levam a fazer várias viagens de metros e a andar a pé. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obvio que o dia estava magnifico ( parecia um dia de Inverno, chovia imenso e estava tanto vento que parecia um anticiclone), como tinha que estar apresentável, ou melhor parecer uma senhora e não uma menina como eu tanto gosto. A Sra. Dondoca (eu) resolveu levar os seus sapatinhos de salto alto. Graças a um enorme guarda chuva( era tão pequenino que eu nem cabia la dentro e so tenho 1,60m e pouquinhos quilos, dado que uma mulher nunca confessa o seu peso, ou será a idade?)A Sra. Chuva era tanta que as minhas calcinhas depressa ficaram ganga escuro (o que até disfarçava, contudo as pernitas estavam geladas), os pés estavam ensopados, pois correr com tacões como as meninas devem saber não dá geito nenhum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A certa altura o vento era tanto que o Guarda chuva lá se foi, e entao foi nessa altura que tomei banho, pois o cabelo pingava.. Andei neste estado cerca de 3 horas.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusão:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1º A minha mãe disse : avisei te!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2º Dor de garganta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3º Lá voltamos nós ao chazinho...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-4583627187093116146?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/4583627187093116146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=4583627187093116146' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/4583627187093116146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/4583627187093116146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/09/volta-sol-ests-perdoado.html' title='Volta sol.. estás perdoado!'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SMFzcW8NFrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Td3i5gF5pNA/s72-c/chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-2041303506904229874</id><published>2008-09-03T17:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:42:03.417+01:00</updated><title type='text'>And the winner is...</title><content type='html'>Há uma série pela qual estou completamente viciada..Greys Anatomy (terças feiras na rtp 2 às 22:30).. já vejo há muito tempo, mas acho que esta temporada é simplesmente de colar ao ecrã. O que me irrita é quando me fazem chorar..e já ha duas semanas consecutivas que isso acontece..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que leva as pessoas a simplesmente desistirem, será cansaço ou simplesmente desespero? Será que todos poderiam dizer que nunca pensaram ou nunca vão pensar em desistir? Será que tem que ser um grande acontecimento que te faça desistir ou simpesmente o acumular da rotina? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bEsr-wwtU_o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bEsr-wwtU_o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o melhor é a banda sonora.. lá esta a minha mania de interpretar todas as letras que ouço enfim.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ryN5Pf7Fw9M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ryN5Pf7Fw9M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E fica a pergunta, porque é que as pessoas só dão realemente valor quando perdem alguém? Porque é que simplesmente não escolhem de quem gostam, não ficam com quem querem? Porque é que as pessoas não simplificam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kt9qcZVZDzc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kt9qcZVZDzc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/755078682422735893-2041303506904229874?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/2041303506904229874/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=2041303506904229874' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/2041303506904229874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/2041303506904229874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-winner-is.html' title='And the winner is...'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-2538153586529528060</id><published>2008-09-02T17:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:09:31.389+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Londres no seu melhor...</title><content type='html'>Vi este video num blog e assim sem pedir licença ao dono do blog.. aqui está o video. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostei, transmite força. É a candidatura de Londres aos jogos olímpicos de 2012. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YFy0BIeFVoI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YFy0BIeFVoI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada: http://fixedwords.blogspot.com&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-2538153586529528060?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/2538153586529528060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=2538153586529528060' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/2538153586529528060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/2538153586529528060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/09/londres-no-seu-melhor.html' title='Londres no seu melhor...'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-8136249568910700114</id><published>2008-09-02T17:17:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:27:47.938+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai ai sra. gula</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SL1pBAzAlHI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YTQCatT2U0I/s1600-h/PWCA88T2CYCAK96JFWCAXIJYGGCA4URWOLCABX7CKHCAJ0RGY0CAORG9ZJCA3CWW29CA6UQ4ZKCAKD248ACA274SUPCA6U3AM9CAK67UUYCA1W3AXICA23Y2J7CA91ZD23CA635O5RCALI9K3UCABSZHI5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SL1pBAzAlHI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YTQCatT2U0I/s400/PWCA88T2CYCAK96JFWCAXIJYGGCA4URWOLCABX7CKHCAJ0RGY0CAORG9ZJCA3CWW29CA6UQ4ZKCAKD248ACA274SUPCA6U3AM9CAK67UUYCA1W3AXICA23Y2J7CA91ZD23CA635O5RCALI9K3UCABSZHI5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241461007443858546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gula foi mais uma vez mais forte e claro que depois as consequencias não se fizeram de rogadas e fizeram o favor de aparecer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é no sábado fui dominada pela fast food quer ao almoço quer ao jantar.. o problema nem é o engordar.. o problema é o meu estômago que digamos não é grande amigo dessas comidinhas.. mas claro que a menina aqui come com os olhos e nesse dia tive mais olhos que barriga.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim acabou o meu dia eu e a minha barriguinha muito satisfeitas, contudo o Sr. estômago gosta de fazer das suas e então resolveu contestar durante a madrugada de domingo.. e assim passei o domingo a chazinho e torradas, claro que ainda o Sr. não estava satisfeito assim obrigou me a passar também a segunda a feira a chazinho, hoje que já pensava estar completamente recuperada.. taraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SL1pFi9BitI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/R6WaEb5PC34/s1600-h/cha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SL1pFi9BitI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/R6WaEb5PC34/s400/cha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241461085332146898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sr. estômago volta a fazer das suas, a todos os que tiverem dores de estômago estou solidários convosco.. porque sei o que isso é.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou continuar a beber o meu cházinho..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-8136249568910700114?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/8136249568910700114/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=8136249568910700114' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/8136249568910700114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/8136249568910700114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/09/ai-ai-sra-gula.html' title='Ai ai sra. gula'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SL1pBAzAlHI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YTQCatT2U0I/s72-c/PWCA88T2CYCAK96JFWCAXIJYGGCA4URWOLCABX7CKHCAJ0RGY0CAORG9ZJCA3CWW29CA6UQ4ZKCAKD248ACA274SUPCA6U3AM9CAK67UUYCA1W3AXICA23Y2J7CA91ZD23CA635O5RCALI9K3UCABSZHI5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-7682915756356391430</id><published>2008-08-28T10:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T11:03:23.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Epifania ou talvez não..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SLZ32QsYzFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/hCMwwkJSJMo/s1600-h/luz+ao+fundo+do+tunel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SLZ32QsYzFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/hCMwwkJSJMo/s400/luz+ao+fundo+do+tunel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239506990569933906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tive uma epifania, ok ponto, se calhar estou a exagerar, mas o que é certo é que ontem apercebi me que determinadas coisas não são como eu penso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anteriormente escrevi num post que me encontrava desiquilibrada, não tinha emprego e nem tinha ninguem a meu lado ( a nivel sentimental). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é certo é que ontem pecebi que isto do equilibrio, funciona um pouco como a auto-estima, " se não gostamos de nós as outras pessoas também não (qualquer coisa do genero)". Logo se eu não me sinto capaz, se não me sinto bem (desiquilibrada), não é um emprego ou outra pessoa que trarão esse equilibrio, sou simplesmente eu.. ah esta altura estão a pensar, sim isso é obvio, mas não não é assim tão simples. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante algum tempo pensei só preciso de um trabalho e ok as coisas melhoram, errado.. preciso é de me sentir bem, ter a tal paz de espirito.. claro que um trabalho ajuda nao digo o contrario mas primeiro tenho que encontrar a tal paz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E comecei a procura de onde poderia encontrar a tal paz, ontem foi um desses momentos.. em que me senti simplesmente bem.. sem pensar.. deitada a sentir o sol a bater na cara, sentido também a leve brisa que ia passando.. consegui abstrair me de alguns sons, os pensamentos foram imensos que foram passando.. deixei passado um bocado consegui me centrar apenas num pensamento, numa imagem.. neste momento estava calma.. relaxada, equilibrada.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, para alguns nada significa, para mim são pequenos passos que me fazem ver o quanto estava limitada..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-7682915756356391430?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/7682915756356391430/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=7682915756356391430' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/7682915756356391430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/7682915756356391430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/08/epifania-ou-talvez-no.html' title='Epifania ou talvez não..'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SLZ32QsYzFI/AAAAAAAAAHA/hCMwwkJSJMo/s72-c/luz+ao+fundo+do+tunel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-6324005529413594173</id><published>2008-08-22T19:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T19:18:57.174+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sr. dentista</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SK8C2QehnlI/AAAAAAAAAG4/jO_cvJk9v0c/s1600-h/95320017_fa5ab3e8e8_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SK8C2QehnlI/AAAAAAAAAG4/jO_cvJk9v0c/s400/95320017_fa5ab3e8e8_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237408022814367314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje fui ao dentista com a minha irmã.. A minha mãe já me tinha dito que o dentista da minha irmã era bastante engraçado, giro, muito simpático.. sim mas eu pensei, claro a minha mãe a dizer que ele é bonito deve ser deve.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu entrei no consultório, devo admitir que fiquei de boca aberta e acho que as minhas perninhas até tremeram.. O sr. doutor não é apenas bonito e tão querido, que por instantes senti uma grande vontade de voltar a ser criança.. pois as palavras dirigidas à minha irmã acabavam todas em inha.. É so uma dorzinha.. Não te preocupes sarinha.. És uma princezinha.. etc.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem qual não foi o meu espanto, quando subitamente ele diz que já esta.. até que eu disse..: Já? Foi rápido? .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pronto já disse à minha mãe que deveria marcar uma consulta no dentista, pois esta a doer me um dente lol a minha claro que disse: tinha razão não tinha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-6324005529413594173?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/6324005529413594173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=6324005529413594173' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/6324005529413594173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/6324005529413594173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/08/sr-dentista.html' title='Sr. dentista'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SK8C2QehnlI/AAAAAAAAAG4/jO_cvJk9v0c/s72-c/95320017_fa5ab3e8e8_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-4494073532219092571</id><published>2008-08-22T19:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T19:03:47.554+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La la la</title><content type='html'>Desde a primeira vez que ouvi este menina que me senti a balançar ao som da música.. até assobiei :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim apresento o Sr. Jason Mraz, para quem ainda não conhece.. tem um som fresco, simples e que facilmente entra no ouvido.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EkHTsc9PU2A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EkHTsc9PU2A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/755078682422735893-4494073532219092571?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/4494073532219092571/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=4494073532219092571' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/4494073532219092571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/4494073532219092571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/08/la-la-la.html' title='La la la'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-2442096551726292942</id><published>2008-08-16T17:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T17:31:48.398+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Rock and Roll</title><content type='html'>Algo diferente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tR7SdaXHPH4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tR7SdaXHPH4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/755078682422735893-2442096551726292942?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/2442096551726292942/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=2442096551726292942' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/2442096551726292942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/2442096551726292942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/08/mr-rock-and-roll.html' title='Mr Rock and Roll'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-2284476422264215488</id><published>2008-08-16T16:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T17:09:02.178+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Acordei..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SKb7h13v5uI/AAAAAAAAAGw/TTDYmRcC2hg/s1600-h/2050902207_26e042147a_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SKb7h13v5uI/AAAAAAAAAGw/TTDYmRcC2hg/s400/2050902207_26e042147a_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235148175679940322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordei cheia de força hoje, cheia de vontade de mudar o mundo, pelo menos o meu mundo.. Acordei com os meus sonhos.. voltaram, já sentia a falta deles, estavam de férias acho eu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já enumerei as mudanças que pretendo fazer, parece o dia 1 de Janeiro em que temos uma lista das coisas que vamos mudar. Mas estas não são mais devaneios, são sérias, possíveis, reais. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixei de ter pena de mim, se alguma vez a tive, a tristeza tem momentos que volta tem outros em que está distraiada é normal acho eu, e quando ela aparece bem de mansinho, aceito a.. não finjo mais.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou mudando pequenas coisas à minha volta, vou apagando outras que me fazem lembrar o passado, as pequenas mudanças fazem me sorrir e lembrar: " Ainda és muito nova, estás agora a começar a viver" (palavras da minha sábia avozinha, que fazem todo o sentido). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mudanças passam por mudar o meu perfume, deixei para trás a acidez da maçã e optei pela suavidade e doçura, de uma marca pouco conhecido. Nunca gostei dos perfumes doces, mas como alguém disse: " És doce, logo deves usar um perfume doce" (obrigada Alice pelas palavrinhas soltadas num tom de lamexice). Gostei da sensação de ir no meu carro e sentir um cheiro diferente, se posso mudar isto, posso mudar o resto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero voltar a ser eu, a sorrir, cheia de sonhos.. sinto que o estou a conseguir, como costumo dizer um passo de cada vez..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-2284476422264215488?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/2284476422264215488/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=2284476422264215488' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/2284476422264215488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/2284476422264215488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/08/acordei.html' title='Acordei..'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SKb7h13v5uI/AAAAAAAAAGw/TTDYmRcC2hg/s72-c/2050902207_26e042147a_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-9024451563615441781</id><published>2008-08-16T16:33:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T16:45:20.231+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia em Marrakech</title><content type='html'>Alice peço desculpa por ter demorado tanto tempo, mas aqui está o nosso dia em Marrakech.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SKbz3534VUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/w0XJnk9Bj6M/s1600-h/02082008440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SKbz3534VUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/w0XJnk9Bj6M/s400/02082008440.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235139758618334530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi no Palácio de Cristal que esteve presente uma feira sobre as tradições de marrakech. Contudo a demonstração não nos impressionou.. A paisagem que o palácio de cristou proporcionou, conquistou nos... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SKb0cFU3kNI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-5JTbZhlFkA/s1600-h/02082008441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SKb0cFU3kNI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-5JTbZhlFkA/s400/02082008441.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235140380167999698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SKb09WzsRNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1ZlBsBBgmTM/s1600-h/02082008445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SKb09WzsRNI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1ZlBsBBgmTM/s400/02082008445.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235140951796368594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-9024451563615441781?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/9024451563615441781/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=9024451563615441781' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/9024451563615441781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/9024451563615441781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/08/um-dia-em-marrakech.html' title='Um dia em Marrakech'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SKbz3534VUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/w0XJnk9Bj6M/s72-c/02082008440.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-6594223722870566677</id><published>2008-08-08T15:24:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T15:42:56.595+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia na nau..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SJxXikxDGII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/v7EWbTWYNYU/s1600-h/03082008458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SJxXikxDGII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/v7EWbTWYNYU/s400/03082008458.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232153118594242690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontra-se me Vila de Conde uma nau, onde podemos por momentos viajar até outro tempo.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As personagens parecem tão reais, que até assustam um pouco.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SJxZ1V22tvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DmfKKkFe2yM/s1600-h/03082008446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SJxZ1V22tvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DmfKKkFe2yM/s400/03082008446.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232155640032835314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SJxaNsKb3gI/AAAAAAAAAFg/v6gyXG1h7Vo/s1600-h/03082008447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SJxaNsKb3gI/AAAAAAAAAFg/v6gyXG1h7Vo/s400/03082008447.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232156058337402370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SJxabOIxb7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/9xey9ulJdMY/s1600-h/03082008448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SJxabOIxb7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/9xey9ulJdMY/s400/03082008448.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232156290795532210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SJxarEX3_pI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6nEIAZM99i4/s1600-h/03082008451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SJxarEX3_pI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6nEIAZM99i4/s400/03082008451.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232156563052428946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SJxa5zDF9II/AAAAAAAAAF4/zOkCn5HYojI/s1600-h/03082008460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SJxa5zDF9II/AAAAAAAAAF4/zOkCn5HYojI/s400/03082008460.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232156816099898498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SJxbIieChVI/AAAAAAAAAGA/IVWd96_9MFI/s1600-h/03082008461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SJxbIieChVI/AAAAAAAAAGA/IVWd96_9MFI/s400/03082008461.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232157069347554642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SJxbVzYfmTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Omt8h4-suzw/s1600-h/03082008463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SJxbVzYfmTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Omt8h4-suzw/s400/03082008463.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232157297225996594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-6594223722870566677?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/6594223722870566677/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=6594223722870566677' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/6594223722870566677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/6594223722870566677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/08/um-dia-na-nau.html' title='Um dia na nau..'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SJxXikxDGII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/v7EWbTWYNYU/s72-c/03082008458.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-4814334762331960144</id><published>2008-08-08T14:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T15:10:07.779+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma ida ao cinema..</title><content type='html'>Perguntaram-me queres ir ver o " O cavaleiro das trevas", respondi qualquer coisa do genero, todos menos esse.. mais um filme do Batman, não obrigada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então la fomos ao cinema da pouca variedade que existia escolhi Hancock, comédias romanticas é que não.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_sV6Dy8S9o8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_sV6Dy8S9o8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A secção começava as 22:10h logo eram 22:00 não me parecia mal comprar as pipocas e ir indo para a sala.. O menino pede me o bilhete embasbacado e com vergonha diz: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Mas têm que esperar a primeira secção ainda não acabou só podem entrar para a sala daqui por 20 minutos". Pensei ok enganei me, nas horas, fomos ver ao bilhete e tarammmmmmmmmmmmm.. começava só às 22h40.. começaram os imensos risos da vergonha que tinhamos acabado de passar.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E então andei a passear pelo shopping com um balde de pipocas.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comentando sempre o mesmo assunto e soltando sempre as mesmas gargalhadas, alguem disse será que é o mesmo filme.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tarammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, claro que não o senhor da bilheteira fez favor de trocar o filme, e qual é que eu fui ver qual é qual é?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois, "o cavaleiro das trevas".. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Vtx33hotPs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Vtx33hotPs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusão do filme, nada mau, não senhor.. Não é mais um filme do Batman é mais qualquer coisa.. e o Joker que é interpretado pelo menino Heath Ledger é simplesmente excelente.. contudo esquesito vê lo a representar e saber que já não está ca.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas enfim, o filme vale a pena, foi uma agradável surpresa..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-4814334762331960144?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/4814334762331960144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=4814334762331960144' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/4814334762331960144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/4814334762331960144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/08/uma-ida-ao-cinema_08.html' title='Uma ida ao cinema..'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-4568565216957021171</id><published>2008-07-31T16:30:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T16:41:51.618+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Trabalho precisa-se</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SJHdBUtquUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pY212eH1jOY/s1600-h/1860218716_b2c504ba0d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SJHdBUtquUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pY212eH1jOY/s400/1860218716_b2c504ba0d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229203657163716930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de equilibrio.. hoje é a palavra do dia.. equilibrio.. preciso de pelo menos algo que me traga alguma paz, algum conforto. Decididamente preciso de trabalho.. de preferencia na área de marketing, que de alguma forma me faz brilhar os olhos.. preciso de ter outra vez o brilho nos olhos.. quero sorrir outra vez e acho, acho não tenho a certeza é disso que preciso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim deixo aqui o "apelo", ok agora pareço desesperada.. Mas a quem precisar de alguem na área do marketing.. eu sou limpinha e bem arranjadinha.. Facilmente me entusiasmo e sonho, alguns sonhos consigo torná-los reais, outros.. ficam a espera.. sou dedicada, dedicada do genero de não refilar pelas horas de trabalho em excesso. Quanto ao local, qualquer cidade está bem.. queria Lisboa devido a um antigo sonho de menina.. mas s não puder ser também não há problema.. mas tras os montes não.. não e que tenha nada contra mas e tão para dentro do senhor portugal que fico um bocado longe de tudo.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há quem utilize os blogs para arranjar a sua alma gemea eu pronto tento arranjar emprego..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-4568565216957021171?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/4568565216957021171/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=4568565216957021171' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/4568565216957021171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/4568565216957021171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/07/trabalho-precisa-se.html' title='Trabalho precisa-se'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SJHdBUtquUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pY212eH1jOY/s72-c/1860218716_b2c504ba0d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-7772230881252125633</id><published>2008-07-28T21:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:51:17.389+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A melodia do meu dia</title><content type='html'>Comprei um cd (alias 2) já algum tempo que nao o fazia.. gostei da sensação, sim ja sei temos as musicas todas pela net, mas tem mais piada ter o cd.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem agora comentando o cd, Rita redshoes, " Golden Era", recomendo seriamente, todas as musicas tem qualquer coisa que acalma a alma.. ouvi hoje o dia toda e gostei, tanto batia com os pezinhos como balançava lentamente a cabeça ao som da música.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As minhas preferidas: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DjSyUMaYq7w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DjSyUMaYq7w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hey Tom"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me canso de ouvir esta, adoro a letra, já me identifiquei com ela.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BzqOerHUOF4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BzqOerHUOF4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" The beginning song"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-nn1eGwo-8A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-nn1eGwo-8A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Once I found you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a vencedora é: " Choose Love", sempre foi assim sempre escolhi o amor.. gostaria de usar mais a razao.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gicTD39zJZk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gicTD39zJZk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/755078682422735893-7772230881252125633?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/7772230881252125633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=7772230881252125633' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/7772230881252125633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/7772230881252125633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/07/melodia-do-meu-dia.html' title='A melodia do meu dia'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-7628918240093253454</id><published>2008-07-27T01:15:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T01:21:14.088+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensinho..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SIu_ceJBNFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ds0iwenyUqc/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SIu_ceJBNFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ds0iwenyUqc/s400/c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227482288341726290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se existem medicamentos para as dores de ouvidos, as dores de cabeça, dentes, músculos, etc.. porque não existem medicamentos para as dores de coração.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero um Aulin ou um Panadol mas que me apague a dor e o aperto que sinto.. quero um daqueles pensinhos rápidos que tampa a ferida e que nos permitem continuar a andar..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-7628918240093253454?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/7628918240093253454/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=7628918240093253454' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/7628918240093253454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/7628918240093253454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/07/pensinho.html' title='Pensinho..'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SIu_ceJBNFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ds0iwenyUqc/s72-c/c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-4410552429081403399</id><published>2008-07-27T01:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T01:11:05.272+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Primeiro Amor</title><content type='html'>Hoje vi um filme, ou pelo menos a ultima parte mas pelo que percebi era o primeiro amor de um rapazinho.. após alguma desilusão este pergunta ao pai o porque das meninas serem como são (complicadas).. o pai que não tinha uma boa relação com a mãe do menino diz lhe.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SIu9A7QoZnI/AAAAAAAAAE4/c866PBcFpdY/s1600-h/2539570783_aa4f36435f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SIu9A7QoZnI/AAAAAAAAAE4/c866PBcFpdY/s400/2539570783_aa4f36435f_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227479616098690674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu e a tua mãe nos conhecemos eramos muito apaixonados, o tempo foi passando e foram ficando muitas coisas por dizer, essas coisas foram-se acumulando até que chegou o dia em que não temos mais nada para dizer um ao outro.. o menino simplesmente perguntou.. e porque não dizes agora o que querias dizer.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simples.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de nem sempre ter dito o que queria dizer, se calhar não lutei o suficiente pelas coisas.. não sei.. não quero deixar nada por dizer..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-4410552429081403399?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/4410552429081403399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=4410552429081403399' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/4410552429081403399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/4410552429081403399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/07/primeiro-amor.html' title='Primeiro Amor'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SIu9A7QoZnI/AAAAAAAAAE4/c866PBcFpdY/s72-c/2539570783_aa4f36435f_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-929283973528752433</id><published>2008-07-27T00:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T01:03:38.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice</title><content type='html'>Obrigada Alice, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pela tua paciencia.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por me ouvires sem te cansares ou pelo menos sem o demonstrares.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por me entenderes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por não me julgares.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es tu que me entendes, por vezes sinto que és a única.. poderá ser mau, penso que não pelo menos tenho alguém..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-929283973528752433?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/929283973528752433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=929283973528752433' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/929283973528752433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/929283973528752433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/07/alice.html' title='Alice'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-4462436784756965469</id><published>2008-07-24T22:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:28:22.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdi um amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SIjz6HvzrHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/AyIYYYNupuA/s1600-h/luto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SIjz6HvzrHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/AyIYYYNupuA/s400/luto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226695547400989810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero saber como se faz, como se faz luto de um amor.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aceita-se a dor que sentimos ou simplesmente fazemos de conta que nada aconteceu.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deixamos cair a lágrima quando estamos sozinhos ou retemos, recusando a vontade de xorar.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deixamos nos vencer pela falta de vontade de sorrir.. ou sorrimos porque é assim que as pessoas nos querem ver.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;admitimos a tristeza, ou repetimos vezes e vezes sem conta que tudo vai ficar bem.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;admitimos que sentimos esse amor em todo o lado, pelos xeiros, pelos sons, pelas cores, pelas palavras, pelas coincidencias.. ou simplesmente desviamos esse pensamento!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enterramos as coisas que nos lembra esse amor, ou aceitamos a sua existencia.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aceitamos que amores assim não existem, ou agarramo nos à ultima esperança que temos.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero saber.. eu perdi um amor, mas não era um amor qualquer era o amor.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero saber como se faz o luto, acho que nunca tive necessidade de o fazer, pois e mais facil quando a raiva fica, quando esta não está presente como é?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-4462436784756965469?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/4462436784756965469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=4462436784756965469' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/4462436784756965469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/4462436784756965469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/07/perdi-um-amor.html' title='Perdi um amor'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SIjz6HvzrHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/AyIYYYNupuA/s72-c/luto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-3012008636519234717</id><published>2008-07-09T12:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T12:33:53.525+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexo e cidade</title><content type='html'>Sempre gostei da seria o sexo e a cidade, contudo quando enunciaram o filme, não sei mas tive a sensação que iria ser algo futil, apenas salientando mais uma vez as taradices da Samantha. A vontade da charlotte de casar e ter o seu filho, o profissionalismo da Miranda e a procura incansável pelo amor da Carrie.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas ontem tive uma agradável surpresa ao ver que o filme, tem algo mais.. claro que saliente o invejavel glamour de Nova York, as roupas das meninas e os seus super sapatos e malas e colares e brincos etc etc.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recomendo o filme, além de engraçado.. 4 boas historias de amor.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x5paRIFaWB0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x5paRIFaWB0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/755078682422735893-3012008636519234717?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/3012008636519234717/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=3012008636519234717' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/3012008636519234717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/3012008636519234717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/07/sexo-e-cidade.html' title='Sexo e cidade'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-8646673522196921882</id><published>2008-07-04T10:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T10:15:57.597+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sei de cor..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IrMpWICtdAk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IrMpWICtdAk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mafalda Veiga: Cada lugar teu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-8646673522196921882?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/8646673522196921882/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=8646673522196921882' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/8646673522196921882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/8646673522196921882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/07/sei-de-cor.html' title='Sei de cor..'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-143603878488509655</id><published>2008-06-30T22:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T22:16:06.338+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Acho que sim..</title><content type='html'>Acho que sim, acho que estou pronta... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tantos sonhos.. dei o primeiro passo, não sei o que poderá acontecer agora, mas pode ser que finalmente aconteça. o já não ter que sonhar tanto. Tanto porque os sonhos continuam.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero abrir asas e voar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não que a coragem esteja definitivamente aqui, não que o medo tenha desaperecido, não, este senhor vem e volta, volta sem bater a porta, entra como os ladroes sorrateiramente.. e depois quando ves ele esta ali.. se não acordares ele leva te tudo.. e depois claro ninguem viu nada.. ninguem sabe de nada.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficas sem nada, apenas com o teu medo.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim vou enfrentá-lo Sr. medo.. Fechar os olhos e simplesmente andar.. e ver o que me espera.. acho que pode ser bom.. espero que seja bom.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas vou continuar a sonhar isso prometo, porque sou feita de sonhos, não me reconhecia se assim não fosse..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-143603878488509655?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/143603878488509655/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=143603878488509655' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/143603878488509655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/143603878488509655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/06/acho-que-sim.html' title='Acho que sim..'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-7481765146301830007</id><published>2008-06-25T11:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T11:27:15.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E mais nada..</title><content type='html'>Obrigada a quem deu a dica.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mb3Kh94XnLo&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mb3Kh94XnLo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/755078682422735893-7481765146301830007?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/7481765146301830007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=7481765146301830007' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/7481765146301830007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/7481765146301830007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/06/e-mais-nada.html' title='E mais nada..'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-8755129854799734159</id><published>2008-06-25T10:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T10:02:30.198+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New York</title><content type='html'>Sempre gostei de ouvir o Sr. Frank Sinatra a cantar New York, faz me sonhar.. em acordar na cidade que nunca dorme.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto desta nova versão.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KpFwnf6F_GY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KpFwnf6F_GY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/755078682422735893-8755129854799734159?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/8755129854799734159/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=8755129854799734159' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/8755129854799734159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/8755129854799734159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-york.html' title='New York'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-7896957743559070966</id><published>2008-06-22T21:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:50:26.656+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje é o dia..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LeR1Mo8S7cs&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LeR1Mo8S7cs&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/755078682422735893-7896957743559070966?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/7896957743559070966/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=7896957743559070966' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/7896957743559070966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/7896957743559070966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/06/hoje-o-dia.html' title='Hoje é o dia..'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-2134415769014377984</id><published>2008-06-22T21:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:49:40.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosto</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vktyEV1yrCk&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vktyEV1yrCk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying, waiting, hoping&lt;br /&gt;That you'll come back to the one you love&lt;br /&gt;Think about it all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a crying&lt;br /&gt;And I was a waiting&lt;br /&gt;And I stopped hoping &lt;br /&gt;That you'll come back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't come back&lt;br /&gt;We will be a crying&lt;br /&gt;We'll be a waiting&lt;br /&gt;And maybe we'll all stop hoping &lt;br /&gt;That you'll come back&lt;br /&gt;To the one you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you will be a crying&lt;br /&gt;You'll be a waiting&lt;br /&gt;And maybe you'll stop hoping &lt;br /&gt;That we come back to the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more crying&lt;br /&gt;No more waiting&lt;br /&gt;No more hoping&lt;br /&gt;That you come back to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-2134415769014377984?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/2134415769014377984/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=2134415769014377984' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/2134415769014377984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/2134415769014377984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/06/gosto.html' title='Gosto'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-1305880839380989832</id><published>2008-06-13T13:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T13:17:10.605+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I surrender</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sorkafBZhLE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sorkafBZhLE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A million suns are glowing in the night&lt;br /&gt;Everything is quiet&lt;br /&gt;Except for all the voices in my head that say your name&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm letting go, about to give in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surrender myself&lt;br /&gt;Into the arms of a beutiful stranger&lt;br /&gt;I surrender myself to you - to you&lt;br /&gt;I surrender myself&lt;br /&gt;Into the arms of a beutiful stranger&lt;br /&gt;I surrender myself to you - to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only one bridge left for me&lt;br /&gt;My heart is almost free&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful by my side but all I think about is you&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm letting go, about to give in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surrender myself&lt;br /&gt;Into the arms of a beutiful stranger&lt;br /&gt;I surrender myself to you - to you&lt;br /&gt;I surrender myself&lt;br /&gt;Into the arms of a beutiful stranger&lt;br /&gt;I surrender myself to you - to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who really loves me?&lt;br /&gt;You really love me&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful stranger&lt;br /&gt;You really love me&lt;br /&gt;Like I love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto da melodia e da letra.. da forma como nos entregamos..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-1305880839380989832?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/1305880839380989832/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=1305880839380989832' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/1305880839380989832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/1305880839380989832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-surrender.html' title='I surrender'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-3934810394080821450</id><published>2008-06-10T22:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:28:47.758+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A &amp; E</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5VPyso87fZU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5VPyso87fZU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a blue, bright blue Saturday, hey hey&lt;br /&gt;And the pain is starting to slip away, hey hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a backless dress on a pastel ward that's shining&lt;br /&gt;Think I wan't you still&lt;br /&gt;But there may be pills at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really wanna know how I was dancing on the floor?&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to fool you when I'm crawling up the door&lt;br /&gt;And theres a tune at things you say that you don't do&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you wreck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling lonely, feeling blue&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like I needed you&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm walking up surrounded by me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a blue, bright blue Saturday, hey hey&lt;br /&gt;And the pain is starting to slip away, hey hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a backless dress on a pastel ward that's shining&lt;br /&gt;Think I wan't you still&lt;br /&gt;But there may be pills at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I get to accident - emergency?&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was you to take me out high&lt;br /&gt;And I was feeling lonely, feeling blue&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like I needed you&lt;br /&gt;Like I hope'd you'd call and hope'd you'd see me&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;E&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-3934810394080821450?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/3934810394080821450/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=3934810394080821450' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/3934810394080821450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/3934810394080821450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/06/e.html' title='A &amp; E'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-3720437274631079384</id><published>2008-06-10T22:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:06:50.148+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O jogo</title><content type='html'>Obigada, alice, pela dica.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JWMFs03FFWM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JWMFs03FFWM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/755078682422735893-3720437274631079384?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/3720437274631079384/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=3720437274631079384' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/3720437274631079384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/3720437274631079384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-jogo.html' title='O jogo'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-5352505512383673214</id><published>2008-06-10T21:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T21:45:04.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Classificados</title><content type='html'>Gosto da forma como esta banda se apresenta.. constroem as musicas tendo em atenção os anúncios de jornais "classificados", daí o nome.. ideia original.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4M72a4sm1Yg&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4M72a4sm1Yg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/755078682422735893-5352505512383673214?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/5352505512383673214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=5352505512383673214' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/5352505512383673214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/5352505512383673214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/06/classificados.html' title='Classificados'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-2321000589730483182</id><published>2008-06-09T22:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T23:01:13.345+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cri cri</title><content type='html'>Encontrei o exito que vai destronar os beatles, o elvis.. sem esquecer os ABBA.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde que ouvi esta musica, nao a consigo esquecer.. a sua melodia, senoridade.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A partir do momento que ouvirem.. não há volta a dar.. a musica entra na cabeça e já não sai mais.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HoI0Gs1NE1s&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HoI0Gs1NE1s&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/755078682422735893-2321000589730483182?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/2321000589730483182/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=2321000589730483182' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/2321000589730483182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/755078682422735893/posts/default/2321000589730483182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/2008/06/cri-cri.html' title='Cri cri'/><author><name>p.s.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-755078682422735893.post-3909264799909944881</id><published>2008-06-04T11:19:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T11:23:06.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Arco-iris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SEZtAE6rSoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/8Nt8U8tBCNU/s1600-h/arco+iris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcYuRcc9pE/SEZtAE6rSoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/8Nt8U8tBCNU/s400/arco+iris.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207969867187833474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se já perceberam, mas através das várias musicas que já postei, consegui de alguma forma colocar um arco-iris.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começa no taxi amarelo, finalizando no verde da Barbara Streisand.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me sorrir e entao resolvi partilhar..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/755078682422735893-3909264799909944881?l=antesdoinicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antesdoinicio.blogspot.com/feeds/3909264799909944881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=755078682422735893&amp;postID=3909264799909944881' title='1 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