<?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-7319848352783644819</id><updated>2011-11-28T01:16:28.273Z</updated><category term='paintings you must see before you die'/><category term='diary of a  pretty girl'/><category term='i was there'/><category term='músicas adequadas'/><category term='that&apos;s what i do'/><category term='love it'/><title type='text'>i sell my paintings to the men i eat</title><subtitle type='html'>sak vid pa kampe</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-6243627047487668267</id><published>2009-09-10T22:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:09:29.924+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of a  pretty girl'/><title type='text'>dia 4</title><content type='html'>não fiz nada! Nada! Nada! Isto de tomar conta de crianças é muito giro, mas mais do que duas a três horas é uma missão impossível.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-6243627047487668267?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/6243627047487668267/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=6243627047487668267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/6243627047487668267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/6243627047487668267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2009/09/dia-4.html' title='dia 4'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-4198928985209837889</id><published>2009-09-09T22:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:32:18.429+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of a  pretty girl'/><title type='text'>dia 3</title><content type='html'>i know, i know.. não é muito ambientalmente correcto... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mas hoje tomei um banho de imersão&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-4198928985209837889?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/4198928985209837889/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=4198928985209837889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/4198928985209837889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/4198928985209837889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2009/09/dia-3.html' title='dia 3'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-3380141493067671726</id><published>2009-09-08T20:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:45:38.495+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of a  pretty girl'/><title type='text'>dia 2</title><content type='html'>Saquei uma série de 26 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;episódios&lt;/span&gt; de anime.. e papei-os todos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-3380141493067671726?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/3380141493067671726/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=3380141493067671726&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/3380141493067671726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/3380141493067671726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2009/09/dia-2.html' title='dia 2'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-6998067439528020310</id><published>2009-09-07T21:06:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T00:50:51.197+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of a  pretty girl'/><title type='text'>Os últimos 7 dias das férias mais aproveitadas de sempre!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SqVqoMAVWLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/OsgHFhtEr2k/s1600-h/johnny_cash_modos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378822568613861554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SqVqoMAVWLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/OsgHFhtEr2k/s400/johnny_cash_modos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Este Verão tive as férias mais aproveitadas e mais desejadas de sempre. Estava realmente cansada, e descansei. Tinha muita coisa para arrumar e arrumei. Entretanto, a 7 dias de terminarem estas maravilhosas férias, decidi conceder-me um miminho por dia, para que acabem mesmo em beleza. O diário de bordo de hoje foi mais ou menos isto: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Segunda-feira, 7 de Setembro: miminho dedicado à música. Ao contrário do que possa parecer, estou incapacitada de tocar guitarra por um bom par de semanas, pelo que decidi sacar toda, isso mesmo, TODA! a discografia do Johnny Cash, como compensação. E mais, não tive muito trabalho com isso! Alguém, a quem estou muito grata, recolheu todo e qualquer acorde tocado por este grande e simples senhor, o que me facilitou a tarefa. Adoro country music e não tenho vergonha disso, nenhuma, um certo orgulho até. IH-AH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-6998067439528020310?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/6998067439528020310/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=6998067439528020310&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/6998067439528020310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/6998067439528020310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2009/09/os-ultimos-7-dias-das-ferias-mais.html' title='Os últimos 7 dias das férias mais aproveitadas de sempre!'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SqVqoMAVWLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/OsgHFhtEr2k/s72-c/johnny_cash_modos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-8503377133970890026</id><published>2009-09-03T20:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:18:37.789+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of a  pretty girl'/><title type='text'>O regresso - preparação</title><content type='html'>Já ando a preparar o meu Regresso. São 11 curtos dias que faltam mas eu sou uma mulher prevenida. Entretanto, soube do meu "belo" horário e perdi toda e qualquer vontade de regressar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-8503377133970890026?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/8503377133970890026/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=8503377133970890026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/8503377133970890026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/8503377133970890026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-regresso-preparacao.html' title='O regresso - preparação'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-1067507227730629352</id><published>2009-08-27T20:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T20:43:23.189+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of a  pretty girl'/><title type='text'>regresso às aulas</title><content type='html'>Porque é que uma pessoa que ainda tem 17 dias de férias tem de ser bombardeada com e-mails de regresso às aulas? Não acho bem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-1067507227730629352?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/1067507227730629352/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=1067507227730629352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/1067507227730629352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/1067507227730629352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2009/08/regresso-as-aulas.html' title='regresso às aulas'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-2778265879555576171</id><published>2009-07-13T19:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:29:47.583+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i was there'/><title type='text'>Oeiras alive 09</title><content type='html'>Ainda estou a ressacar a bebedeira musical que foi o Alive este ano!&lt;br /&gt;Concertos especialíssimos de Dave Matthews Band, Prodigy, Placebo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-2778265879555576171?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/2778265879555576171/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=2778265879555576171&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/2778265879555576171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/2778265879555576171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2009/07/oeiras-alive-09.html' title='Oeiras alive 09'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-7429964862253548643</id><published>2009-07-05T16:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T16:45:59.042+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of a  pretty girl'/><title type='text'>stuck in the middle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ultimamente só venho aqui escrever quando tenho uma coisa para fazer que não me apetece. O sol já convida e os sons do Verão magnetizam cada vez mais as minhas mãos para que pegue numa guitarra. Para a semana temos um fim de semana preenchidinho com o Alive, com muitos concertos e provavelmente muitos posts. Até lá, estivei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-7429964862253548643?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/7429964862253548643/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=7429964862253548643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/7429964862253548643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/7429964862253548643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2009/07/stuck-in-middle.html' title='stuck in the middle'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-7153212606104457833</id><published>2009-06-19T14:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T14:02:53.469+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of a  pretty girl'/><title type='text'>life's a bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SjuMIrQ2NJI/AAAAAAAAAN8/IkldgVJgf5Y/s1600-h/Adriana_Lima066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349023063112823954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SjuMIrQ2NJI/AAAAAAAAAN8/IkldgVJgf5Y/s400/Adriana_Lima066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; É tão dificil estudar enquanto os outros estão na praia a jogar raquetes ou com o cu de molho. Torna-se ainda mais difícil se insistem em convidar-te sabendo que não podes ir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-7153212606104457833?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/7153212606104457833/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=7153212606104457833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/7153212606104457833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/7153212606104457833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2009/06/lifes-bitch.html' title='life&apos;s a bitch'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SjuMIrQ2NJI/AAAAAAAAAN8/IkldgVJgf5Y/s72-c/Adriana_Lima066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-6721794405141198201</id><published>2009-06-01T20:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:26:55.773+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of a  pretty girl'/><title type='text'>Não sou a única</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SiQrBmram4I/AAAAAAAAAN0/hewIr6KhpSY/s1600-h/Nova+Imagem+de+Mapa+de+Bits.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342442364530760578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SiQrBmram4I/AAAAAAAAAN0/hewIr6KhpSY/s400/Nova+Imagem+de+Mapa+de+Bits.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;o Manuel da Rebelde Way também tem um capacete amarelo no quarto! &lt;a href="http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2009/04/eu-quero.html"&gt;Lembram-se?&lt;/a&gt; Em breve terei o meu.. mas em branco-engenheiro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-6721794405141198201?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/6721794405141198201/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=6721794405141198201&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/6721794405141198201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/6721794405141198201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2009/06/nao-sou-unica.html' title='Não sou a única'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SiQrBmram4I/AAAAAAAAAN0/hewIr6KhpSY/s72-c/Nova+Imagem+de+Mapa+de+Bits.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-5133052744989693167</id><published>2009-05-29T12:23:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T12:47:51.764+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of a  pretty girl'/><title type='text'>SOCORRO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Curiosamente, falando em bombeiros no último &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;, descobri que a série &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;RESCUE&lt;/span&gt; ME - SOCORRO está de volta à televisão portuguesa (da boa, logo paga, infelizmente). Desta vez na SIC Radical, uma das minhas séries favoritas e para quem tiver oportunidade e a sorte de ter a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SICr&lt;/span&gt; em casa fica o conselho: experimentem dar uma olhadela que vão perceber o que eu digo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_VeCTaVgHTM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_VeCTaVgHTM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pah&lt;/span&gt;, vejam mas é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-5133052744989693167?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/5133052744989693167/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=5133052744989693167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/5133052744989693167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/5133052744989693167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2009/05/socorro.html' title='SOCORRO!'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-6695612662721860879</id><published>2009-05-27T10:08:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:21:34.114+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paintings you must see before you die'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of a  pretty girl'/><title type='text'>Judith pelo Klimt</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/Sh0DHeKPO0I/AAAAAAAAANU/png2gdpecVM/s1600-h/Gustav_Klimt_039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340428160021248834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/Sh0DHeKPO0I/AAAAAAAAANU/png2gdpecVM/s400/Gustav_Klimt_039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/Sh0DHeKPO0I/AAAAAAAAANU/png2gdpecVM/s1600-h/Gustav_Klimt_039.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tenho andado a resolver os meus problemas como quem defende uma casa do fogo. Socorre aqui, socorre ali, apaga ali, apaga aqui.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Até agora tudo bem, ainda não me queimei com gravidade. Mas sinto que devia me ter prevenido em vez de andar agora feita barata tonta com baldinhos de água e paninhos ensopados.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Vou pensando seriamente em encarar isto como o primeiro passo de algo que vai melhorar com o tempo e na próxima seca estarei preparada. E aí os danos vão ser menores. E o tempo sobrar-me-á. E a minha vida será um grande oásis. Cheia de bombeiros em tronco nu, só para o caso..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-6695612662721860879?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/6695612662721860879/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=6695612662721860879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/6695612662721860879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/6695612662721860879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2009/05/judith-pelo-klimt.html' title='Judith pelo Klimt'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/Sh0DHeKPO0I/AAAAAAAAANU/png2gdpecVM/s72-c/Gustav_Klimt_039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-1785585637368281968</id><published>2009-05-24T17:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:30:31.157+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of a  pretty girl'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tou farta das pessoas, tudo o que dizem me irrita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-1785585637368281968?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/1785585637368281968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=1785585637368281968&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/1785585637368281968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/1785585637368281968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2009/05/tou-farta-das-pessoas-tudo-o-que-dizem.html' title=''/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-8300003605393191687</id><published>2009-05-20T09:24:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:31:07.781+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of a  pretty girl'/><title type='text'>Há sexo e pãezinhos com compota para começar bem o dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A parte do sexo não é verdade. Mas eis que descobri que acordar com a luz natural a entrar pela janela, tomar um pequeno almoço bem substancial no sofá, fazer uns exerciciozinhos de yoga em frente ao espelho, tomar um duche fresquinho e besuntar-me em creme antes de ir para a faculdade às 10:30, faz milagres. É um truque para um grande dia, uma grande manhã em casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337820450321675378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/ShO_ayg9NHI/AAAAAAAAANM/cvJOzdEe8Gk/s320/breakfast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Qual é o teu truque?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-8300003605393191687?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/8300003605393191687/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=8300003605393191687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/8300003605393191687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/8300003605393191687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2009/05/ha-sexo-e-paezinhos-com-compoto-para.html' title='Há sexo e pãezinhos com compota para começar bem o dia'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/ShO_ayg9NHI/AAAAAAAAANM/cvJOzdEe8Gk/s72-c/breakfast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-5020615278944549874</id><published>2009-05-15T09:33:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T09:47:39.592+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A carinha da Pipoca Mais Doce.. a jornalista Ana Garcia Martins</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bGdaUQ9jH4I&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/bGdaUQ9jH4I&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;Video da Pips no Mundo das Mulheres na Sic Mulher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então? Surpreendeu? A mulher mais invejada é a nossa Pipoca!! E agora que lhe viram a cara, ainda acham que é?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afinal, o que lhe invejam? a mega viagem que ganhou? o Arrumadinho? o corpinho? a colecção de sapatos? ou tudo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-5020615278944549874?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/5020615278944549874/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=5020615278944549874&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/5020615278944549874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/5020615278944549874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2009/05/carinha-da-pipoca-mais-doce.html' title='A carinha da Pipoca Mais Doce.. a jornalista Ana Garcia Martins'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-8860713041098945356</id><published>2009-05-02T17:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T17:57:24.623+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of a  pretty girl'/><title type='text'>hmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/Sfx7Uzv-gTI/AAAAAAAAANE/xCYFBAmFzuc/s1600-h/Chanel11280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331271656318861618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/Sfx7Uzv-gTI/AAAAAAAAANE/xCYFBAmFzuc/s320/Chanel11280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e seu eu um dia acordasse e fingisse que não te conheço? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;quanto tempo demorarias a dar pela minha falta?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-8860713041098945356?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/8860713041098945356/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=8860713041098945356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/8860713041098945356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/8860713041098945356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2009/05/hmmm.html' title='hmmm'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/Sfx7Uzv-gTI/AAAAAAAAANE/xCYFBAmFzuc/s72-c/Chanel11280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-6021535317384556139</id><published>2009-04-30T18:32:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T17:58:05.658+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of a  pretty girl'/><title type='text'>Pete swine Doherty</title><content type='html'>começamos por o toxicodependente pete doherty ser fotografado com a primeira vítima britânica da gripe suína e no mesmo dia é anunciado um concerto dele pela queima do porto? e ando eu a estudar marketing... bastava-me ler o GLOBAL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-6021535317384556139?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/6021535317384556139/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=6021535317384556139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/6021535317384556139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/6021535317384556139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2009/04/boa.html' title='Pete swine Doherty'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-6964439567511706990</id><published>2009-04-27T16:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T16:07:02.645+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love it'/><title type='text'>eu quero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SfXKBlkwB7I/AAAAAAAAAM8/eNzoHmJkOWE/s1600-h/engenheiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329387862677784498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SfXKBlkwB7I/AAAAAAAAAM8/eNzoHmJkOWE/s320/engenheiro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;façam uma vaquinha e ofereçam-me um capacete de engenheira. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;não é nenhum fetish nem tara, garanto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;vá lá, pessoal.. há no AKI :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-6964439567511706990?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/6964439567511706990/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=6964439567511706990&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/6964439567511706990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/6964439567511706990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2009/04/eu-quero.html' title='eu quero'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SfXKBlkwB7I/AAAAAAAAAM8/eNzoHmJkOWE/s72-c/engenheiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-8814270579951679414</id><published>2009-04-21T18:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:04:08.720+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas adequadas'/><title type='text'>caberá o nosso amor na eternidade? ou não dá?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;eu quis te conhecer mas tenho que aceitar &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8qslW1S6Z1I"&gt;caberá ao nosso amor o eterno &lt;/a&gt;ou o não dá pode ser cruel a eternidade eu ando em frente por sentir vontade eu quis te convencer mas chega insistir caberá ao nosso amor por o que há de vir pode ser a eternidade má caminho em frente pra sentir saudade paper clips and crayons in my bed everybody thinks that I'm sad i take my ride in melodies and bees and birds will hear my words will be both us and you and them together i can forget about myself trying to be everybody else i feel allright that we can go away and please my day I'll let you stay with me if you surrender&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;música adequada para ouvir quando penso em ti*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-8814270579951679414?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/8814270579951679414/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=8814270579951679414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/8814270579951679414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/8814270579951679414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2009/04/cabera-o-nosso-amor-na-eternidade-ou.html' title='caberá o nosso amor na eternidade? ou não dá?'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-3901920822765018068</id><published>2009-04-19T18:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T18:57:00.143+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of a  pretty girl'/><title type='text'>A minha vida dava um filme indiano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É oficial. Sou madrinha duma lobita após 3 dolorosas horas de missa. Mas afinal.. escuteiros???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vv9iiGot0m8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vv9iiGot0m8&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-3901920822765018068?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/3901920822765018068/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=3901920822765018068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/3901920822765018068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/3901920822765018068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2009/04/minha-vida-dava-um-filme-indiano.html' title='A minha vida dava um filme indiano'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-3112643603121489528</id><published>2009-04-18T18:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T18:53:04.963+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of a  pretty girl'/><title type='text'>O mundo muda tão mais depressa do que eu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Há muito muito tempo que não ia ao cabeleireiro, como aliás notava-se. De repente vejo-me jogada para uma cadeira xpto que faz massagens desde o glúteo até ao trapézio, enquanto uma boa menina com uma tatuagem duma cobra à volta do pulso me esfrega a cabeça com um champô de aroma a banana. O mundo muda tão mais depressa do que eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-3112643603121489528?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/3112643603121489528/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=3112643603121489528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/3112643603121489528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/3112643603121489528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-mundo-muda-tao-mais-depressa-do-que.html' title='O mundo muda tão mais depressa do que eu.'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-75652276184471374</id><published>2009-04-16T16:54:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T17:01:40.425+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of a  pretty girl'/><title type='text'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH tou doente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SedUzrwXloI/AAAAAAAAAM0/dpm5VLUpsD8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325318331284559490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SedUzrwXloI/AAAAAAAAAM0/dpm5VLUpsD8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acabaram-se as saídas este semestre. Prometo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*com uma pequenina excepção que já tava combinada há tempo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-75652276184471374?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/75652276184471374/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=75652276184471374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/75652276184471374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/75652276184471374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2009/04/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-tou-doente.html' title='AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH tou doente'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SedUzrwXloI/AAAAAAAAAM0/dpm5VLUpsD8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-6931673123655274775</id><published>2009-04-14T14:52:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T15:29:50.907+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of a  pretty girl'/><title type='text'>arritmia.. Castigadores da Parvoíce? Vocês, aqui???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Li outro dia que um desgosto amoroso pode causar os mesmos sintomas de uma arritmia e por sua vez, ele próprio ser uma arritmia. Que direito tem uma pessoas de fazer sofrer a outra pondo em causa a sua saúde? Que um sofredor de males de amor é uma vítima ninguém discute, mas será também vítima de um crime? Houvesse uma equipa tão boa nas ruas como os &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=slJo99Pbm60"&gt;castigadores da parvoíce &lt;/a&gt;e uma lei que defendesse os fracos do coração e eu acreditaria no Sistema. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324548066093978178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SeSYQWUGUkI/AAAAAAAAAMs/9kguqmcxWaE/s320/candy-heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(esta imagem é muito parva, mas óh senhores Castigadores, deixem-me só acabar este post..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso e controlar os sentimentos. Isto é, não ser totalmente transparente. Como uma saco de plástico mais ou menos. Daqueles transparentes. Uma pessoa chama-lhe saco de plástico transparente mas na verdade sabe onde ele está.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh pá, tipo ter fome e não deixar que a barriga pareça o farol de Peniche. Tipo ter frio e evitar que a pele pareça um frango de aviário do Intermarché. Tipo ter sono e aguentar as pálpebras lá em cima, mas não tão em cima que pareça que estamos a tentar parecer que não temos sono. Este tipo de coisas.. entre outras. Como não chorar de saudades. Como não ter arritmias por cada desilusão. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-6931673123655274775?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/6931673123655274775/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=6931673123655274775&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/6931673123655274775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/6931673123655274775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2009/04/arritmia-castigadores-da-parvoice-voces.html' title='arritmia.. Castigadores da Parvoíce? Vocês, aqui???'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SeSYQWUGUkI/AAAAAAAAAMs/9kguqmcxWaE/s72-c/candy-heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-8280452979748189912</id><published>2009-04-13T11:58:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:17:10.097+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of a  pretty girl'/><title type='text'>girl you need a change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SeMa-ZrUiTI/AAAAAAAAAMk/WAqLBqFUpJA/s1600-h/background_blossom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324128843828857138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SeMa-ZrUiTI/AAAAAAAAAMk/WAqLBqFUpJA/s320/background_blossom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Numa tentativa desesperada de trazer a Primavera a este cantinho da Europa mudei o template e vou rezar para que não demore muito a chegar. Já estou farta deste cinzento-preguiça sobre a minha cabeça. Preciso de ir às compras, falta-me muita coisa.. preciso de arrumar as coisas que tenho também. Preciso de mudar o cabelo, as unhas, a pele.. preciso de me sentar e concentrar, definir objectivos. E mais importante, cumpri-los. Encontrei os meus lápis d'água ontem, talvez vá colorir paredes que estão brancas há demasiado tempo. Talvez encafue tudo para dentro do armário à espera de melhores dias e vá sorrir para a rua como se não tivesse nada que fazer. Talvez vá dormir apenas. Agora, dois minutos depois de mudar o template, começou a chover. Está tudo contra mim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-8280452979748189912?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/8280452979748189912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=8280452979748189912&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/8280452979748189912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/8280452979748189912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2009/04/girl-you-need-change.html' title='girl you need a change'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SeMa-ZrUiTI/AAAAAAAAAMk/WAqLBqFUpJA/s72-c/background_blossom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-3562164415533681651</id><published>2009-04-12T11:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T11:22:53.114+01:00</updated><title type='text'>fear me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tenho vindo a desenvolver uma capacidade que começa a assustar. Eu, rapariga de ciências exactas, com muita curiosidade sobre as ocultas, sinto coisas que vão para lá da compreensão do meu limitado cérebro. Tenho conseguido atrair até mim por força do pensamento, suponhamos, pessoas que despertam em mim alguma curiosidade. Isto não tem acontecido uma ou duas vezes. Está sempre a acontecer. Não fosse Portugal um pequenino país e tudo isto me pareceria macabro, mas até ver, estou tranquila. Se me cruzo com alguém na rua, numa aula, num café, e penso efectivamente com curiosidade sobre essa pessoa, mais tarde ou mais cedo ela vem até mim. Ou serei eu que vou até ela? Mas isto não acontece só com pessoas. Acontece com objectos, situações e acho que praticamente tudo o que eu queira. Que poder é este que possuo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se eu quiser muito e dispensar algum tempo a pensar sobre o que quero, é meu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;O pior é que o inverso também se verifica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-3562164415533681651?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/3562164415533681651/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=3562164415533681651&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/3562164415533681651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/3562164415533681651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2009/04/fear-me.html' title='fear me'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-5172339137155836504</id><published>2009-04-11T16:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T16:54:08.987+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a minha voz sexy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Nunca me lembro de ter ficado rouca. De certeza que nunca tive tão rouca. Sinto que as pessoas olham para mim de uma forma estranha quando falo. Não percebo bem porquê. Afinal de contas, só faz lembrar um travesti. Só isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323462519116683250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SeC89MsOV_I/AAAAAAAAAMc/GHszlgeHNQY/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-5172339137155836504?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/5172339137155836504/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=5172339137155836504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/5172339137155836504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/5172339137155836504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2009/04/minha-voz-sexy.html' title='a minha voz sexy'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SeC89MsOV_I/AAAAAAAAAMc/GHszlgeHNQY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-7908246810684276968</id><published>2009-03-21T10:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-21T10:38:16.678Z</updated><title type='text'>.. always end up like that</title><content type='html'>"&lt;br /&gt;na hora de pôr a mesa, éramos cinco:&lt;br /&gt;o meu pai, a minha mãe, as minhas irmãs&lt;br /&gt;e eu. depois, a minha irmã mais velha&lt;br /&gt;casou-se. depois, o meu pai morreu. hoje,&lt;br /&gt;na hora de pôr a mesa, somos cinco,&lt;br /&gt;menos a minha irmã mais velha que está&lt;br /&gt;na casa dela, menos a minha irmã mais&lt;br /&gt;nova que está na casa dela, menos o meu&lt;br /&gt;pai, menos a minha mãe viúva. cada um&lt;br /&gt;deles é um lugar vazio neste mesa onde&lt;br /&gt;como sozinho. mas irão estar sempre aqui.&lt;br /&gt;na hora de pôr a mesa, seremos sempre cinco.&lt;br /&gt;enquanto um de nós estiver vivo, seremos&lt;br /&gt;sempre cinco.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j.l.peixoto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315588079902021634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/ScTDMgrcWAI/AAAAAAAAALk/2zSJxbwNJrk/s320/cone-of-loneliness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feliz equinócio, boa poesia e teatro!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-7908246810684276968?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/7908246810684276968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=7908246810684276968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/7908246810684276968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/7908246810684276968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2009/03/na-hora-de-por-mesa-eramos-cinco-o-meu.html' title='.. always end up like that'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/ScTDMgrcWAI/AAAAAAAAALk/2zSJxbwNJrk/s72-c/cone-of-loneliness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-1123439595015111401</id><published>2009-03-16T21:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:13:11.793Z</updated><title type='text'>os deuses devem estar loucos...</title><content type='html'>Contra todas as espectativas... inscrevi-me num ginásio! Sim, eu que sempre fui contra ginásios vejo-me agora a arrumar uma mochilinha com uma toalha e um champô e a deslocar-me para um antro de músculos, suor e engate. Amanhã falamos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-1123439595015111401?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/1123439595015111401/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=1123439595015111401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/1123439595015111401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/1123439595015111401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2009/03/os-deuses-devem-estar-loucos.html' title='os deuses devem estar loucos...'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-2317483493541024757</id><published>2009-01-28T20:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-28T20:52:16.139Z</updated><title type='text'>Não quero mais estar comigo.</title><content type='html'>Estar sozinho é prepararmo-nos para a morte, li somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tirem-me de ao pé de mim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-2317483493541024757?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/2317483493541024757/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=2317483493541024757&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/2317483493541024757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/2317483493541024757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2009/01/nao-quero-mais-estar-comigo.html' title='Não quero mais estar comigo.'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-171597417032175211</id><published>2009-01-25T13:50:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:24:08.751Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love it'/><title type='text'>De que é que serve a perfeição?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acho que já toda gente que visita o mundo da rádio conhece a rubrica das manhãs da Antena 3, &lt;em&gt;Coisas que Acontecem. &lt;/em&gt;Na verdade, acho pouca piada ao Markl, gosto mais dos textos dele. Isto é, texto do Markl dito por outrem - gosto, texto do Markl por o próprio - fraquinho, Markl a fazer uma piadola com uma notícia do 24h - bem, para isto existe o Nuno Eiró no &lt;em&gt;Fátima&lt;/em&gt;. Mas há qualquer coisas de especial no &lt;em&gt;Coisas que Acontecem&lt;/em&gt;, para além de ser uma espécie de sequela má do &lt;em&gt;Homem que Mordeu o Cão&lt;/em&gt;. E essa coisa especial é o tema musical. Criado pelos Deolinda, a convite do Nuno Markl, está qualquer coisa que muito engraçado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o mundo nasceu num acidente,&lt;br /&gt;De que é que serve a perfeição?&lt;br /&gt;Toda a perfeição que vemos&lt;br /&gt;É sempre inconsequente,&lt;br /&gt;A vida é a perfeita confusão.&lt;br /&gt;E tudo são coisas que acontecem.&lt;br /&gt;Desculpa mas são coisas que acontecem.&lt;br /&gt;São coisas que acontecem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://rd.pftv.videos.sapo.pt/play?file=http://rd.pftv.videos.sapo.pt/shALRAoyOIGyoUyZfHsF/mov/1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="322"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oiça ainda o podcast &lt;a href="http://ww1.rtp.pt/multimedia/index.php?prog=3336"&gt;AQUI&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-171597417032175211?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/171597417032175211/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=171597417032175211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/171597417032175211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/171597417032175211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2009/01/de-que-que-serve-perfeio.html' title='De que é que serve a perfeição?'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-4059159201631289300</id><published>2009-01-23T11:12:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-01-23T12:17:53.883Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i was there'/><title type='text'>Mallu Magalhães @ MusicBox</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Debaixo duma chuva chata, lá dei com o MusicBox no Cais do Sodré. Como sempre, fui bem recebida pela guestlistTMN. Com uns minutinhos largos de atraso, Mallu Magalhães sobe ao palco, vestida de branco. Vinha aterrorizada. Não, não estou a confundir com timidez, era mesmo pânico. Justificou-se com o facto de ser o primeiro concerto fora do Brasil. Sendo o concerto privado para clientes TMN/vencedores da guestlistTMN, poucos eram os que conheciam o trabalho da Mallu. Nota especial para a comunidade-brasileira-em-Portugal presente, penso eu de que. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Mallu impressionou no piano, no banjo, na harmónica e o na escaleta! A sonoridade de Johnny Cash e Bob Dylan tomaram conta do concerto de ontem à noite, deixando um pouco de parte as baladas doces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294460445077687954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SXmzuTo2TpI/AAAAAAAAAK8/I6N_MF_pMDs/s320/134_mu_mallu_g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o pior&lt;/strong&gt;: a molha que apanhei para ir até ao MusicBox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;melhor&lt;/strong&gt;: o patrocínio da TMN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;faltou&lt;/strong&gt;: condições. o concerto foi completamente sabotado. O microfone não parava de fazer aqueles apitos esquisitos e barulhos estranhos vinham detrás do palco. Faltou também tocar a Janta, tocar a Get to Denmark e a Xylophones! Esta última é um escândalo :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;estrelinhas&lt;/strong&gt;: * *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-4059159201631289300?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/4059159201631289300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=4059159201631289300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/4059159201631289300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/4059159201631289300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2009/01/mallu-magalhes-musicbox.html' title='Mallu Magalhães @ MusicBox'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SXmzuTo2TpI/AAAAAAAAAK8/I6N_MF_pMDs/s72-c/134_mu_mallu_g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-1558910885611690596</id><published>2009-01-21T14:06:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-01-21T14:30:08.620Z</updated><title type='text'>Silence is my New Loud</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Temos coisas como certas - é um facto. Temos a certeza que de uma torneira aberta, corre água, e que o céu é azul. Temos a certeza que os outros vão estar sempre lá. Tomamos por certo demasiadas coisas. Mas o copo pode cair ao chão e não partir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293752594243306770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SXcv79ysxRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/W-fySTWnrNE/s200/BrokenGlass4%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dou por mim a dar cabeçadas na mesma parede vezes sem conta. A repetir o mesmo erro vezes sem conta. &lt;em&gt;Se calhar, já chega&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-1558910885611690596?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/1558910885611690596/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=1558910885611690596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/1558910885611690596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/1558910885611690596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2009/01/silncio.html' title='Silence is my New Loud'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SXcv79ysxRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/W-fySTWnrNE/s72-c/BrokenGlass4%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-1125686586995871679</id><published>2009-01-20T12:36:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:42:08.302Z</updated><title type='text'>it's raining outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SXXGF_ynbWI/AAAAAAAAAKs/aASQ3fgENEE/s1600-h/2455258578_57d93e3266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SXXGF_ynbWI/AAAAAAAAAKs/aASQ3fgENEE/s200/2455258578_57d93e3266.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293354743369264482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;May I &lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/kilkenny_photo_society/Edward"&gt;come&lt;/a&gt; inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-1125686586995871679?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SXXGF_ynbWI/AAAAAAAAAKs/aASQ3fgENEE/s72-c/2455258578_57d93e3266.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-3444363891272405643</id><published>2009-01-14T11:15:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:24:05.796Z</updated><title type='text'>ahaha notícia do dia MALLU MAGALHÃES EM PORTUGAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2008/12/girls-power.html"&gt;Lembram-se da Mallu, a menina do primeiro girl's power&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291107586222530546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SW3KUPErH_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/Rs7zA5IOlT8/s200/MALLU2008LINDA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soube ontem que ela vem ao MusicBox (Lisboa) dia 22 de Janeiro 2009!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E eu vou lá estar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-3444363891272405643?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/3444363891272405643/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=3444363891272405643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-5489522633989161500</id><published>2009-01-13T16:42:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:05:45.923Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas adequadas'/><title type='text'>Ai Patrícia, que ficas virgem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Peço desculpa de todas as músicas sugeridas por mim terem a ver com &lt;strong&gt;estudos&lt;/strong&gt;, mas acho que qualquer pessoa vai ficar com pena da &lt;strong&gt;Patrícia&lt;/strong&gt; que ficou &lt;strong&gt;virgem&lt;/strong&gt; porque o namorado teve de ficar em casa a estudar álgebra... oh vida injusta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;TESTES OU EXAMES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahazem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-5489522633989161500?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/5489522633989161500/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=5489522633989161500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/5489522633989161500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/5489522633989161500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2009/01/ai-patrcia-que-ficas-virgem.html' title='Ai Patrícia, que ficas virgem!'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-9139187192356304166</id><published>2009-01-10T00:36:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:45:56.586Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas adequadas'/><title type='text'>i'm feeling like a big 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2+2=5 é a música adequada para ouvir quando se tem um exame de Cálculo Diferencial e Integral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object 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src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-5346993383678166068</id><published>2009-01-08T08:57:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-07-05T16:41:32.509+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary of a  pretty girl'/><title type='text'>POST PARA SER LIDO EM 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;Em 2010 espero:&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;ter aprendido a tocar guitarra&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ter andado de avião&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ser um bocadinho menos sociopata&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ter um guarda-roupa organizado&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ter muitas cadeiras feitas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ter perdido uns quilinhos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ter escrevido mais no blog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;saber mais e melhor inglês&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ter as minhas músicas organizadas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ter comprado um computador daqueles pequeninos &lt;em&gt;da moda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ter as minhas receitas organizadas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ter as minhas fotos organizadas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ter assistido a um show de Dave Matthews Band&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;quer-me parecer que esta lista vai estar sempre a crescer... daqui a um ano pego nisto outra vez! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ah pois&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;paz, alimento, saúde e educação para todos.. essas coisas ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-5346993383678166068?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/5346993383678166068/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-8965090510380705254</id><published>2008-12-28T00:15:00.017Z</published><updated>2009-01-08T08:54:13.973Z</updated><title type='text'>Girl's Power [2]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Depois da doce e infantil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2008/12/girls-power.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mallu Magalhães&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; venho falar da louca&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Soko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, não menos infantil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Soko, enquanto artista, não vem de França, mas sim da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/mysoko"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. Na verdade ela nem é conhecida em França, onde vive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Soko é o diminutivo de &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Stéphanie Sokolinski&lt;/span&gt;, de 23 anos, que começou a sua carreira artística como actriz em filmes franceses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288843236295390322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SWW-5uQdNHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/iN6L5K5Otnw/s200/soko+i+sell+my+paintings+to+the+men+i+eat.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Com um estilo totalmente indie-pop e emo, Soko é desbocada e triste, o que resulta numa verdadeira comédia por vezes. Lançou um ep de 5 canções apenas &lt;strong&gt;"not sokute"&lt;/strong&gt;, aparecendo o single &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sweetslyrics.com/464602.Soko%20-%20I"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll Kill Her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; nalguns TOP's conceituados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Palavras como &lt;strong&gt;ass&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;fuck&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;pussy&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;bitch &lt;/strong&gt;constam em quase todas as letras de Soko, acompanhadas de uma melodia doce e um violão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Letra e música são quase sempre criadas e interpretadas pela própria, tendo todas temas &lt;strong&gt;depressivos&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;doentios&lt;/strong&gt;. Mas cómicos. Soko é muito autobiográfica apesar de odiar biografias. A melhor biografia que podem ler dela é prestar atenção às suas canções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Com muita falta de auto estima, tem um &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;visual &lt;/span&gt;que completa a personagem Soko de um modo muito romântico, muito &lt;em&gt;je t'aime&lt;/em&gt;. Imperdível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não é uma grande voz, nem uma grande escritora, nem uma grande nada. Pronto, tem um sotaque adorável ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alguns vídeos do youtube:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=25AsfkriHQc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'll Kill Her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (uma desgosto amoroso que acabou no desejo que matar a outra)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fzUaIWstePY&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Wet Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (soko descreve um sonho molhado que teve) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EFDRE_GzDbc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dandy Cowboys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aoILSmmx4SU&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take my Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (bonita declaração de amor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yofT4EuC1KY&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My enemy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(como diz a minha avó, do amor ao ódio são dois passos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e_XJUFFof2s&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate your Dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (quantas vezes não me apeteceu dizer isto?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas há &lt;em&gt;praí&lt;/em&gt; mais um milhão e meio deles! Chamo a atenção para mais um, no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/mysoko"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;myspace, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;um vídeo que se chama Happy Hippie Birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288842590089862002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SWW-UG9DW3I/AAAAAAAAAKM/vlLE_hmuBHg/s200/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Próximo número, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Redshoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-8965090510380705254?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/8965090510380705254/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=8965090510380705254&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/8965090510380705254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/8965090510380705254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2008/12/girls-power-2.html' title='Girl&apos;s Power [2]'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SWW-5uQdNHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/iN6L5K5Otnw/s72-c/soko+i+sell+my+paintings+to+the+men+i+eat.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-829622789725548973</id><published>2008-12-27T10:57:00.011Z</published><updated>2008-12-27T18:12:49.922Z</updated><title type='text'>Girl's Power [1]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Como estamos quase no final de um ano que foi dedicado às miúdas e à musica, vou contar-vos das minhas descobertas mais promissoras da musica feminina jovem. Jovem porque é feita por menininhas (ainda) e porque a sua própria música pode ser tenrinha.. mas promete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em primeiro lugar mas não mais importante que as outras: &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mallu Magalhães&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O fenómeno indie-pop vindo do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Brasil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, chama-se Maria Luiza, que todos conhecem por Mallu. Mallu é uma menina de &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16 anos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, pasmem-se, que decidiu gravar umas musiqui&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SVYt0OOAkjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9wpdpMgT-to/s1600-h/mallu+magalh%C3%A3es+i+sell+my+paintings+to+the+men+i+eat.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284461587959157298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SVYt0OOAkjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9wpdpMgT-to/s320/mallu+magalh%C3%A3es+i+sell+my+paintings+to+the+men+i+eat.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nhas que tinha composto, com dinheiro que tinha recebido no Natal. Teve formação no violão e sabe tocar também harmónica, banjo, piano e escaleta (aquela coisa engraçada onde tem que se soprar para uma espécie de piano pequenino lol), para além de ter uma voz deliciosa com uma pronúncia de um inglês muito difícil de alcançar por um brasileiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mallu, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;menina prodígio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ou resultado de uma jogada de markting do papai e da mamainhe(?), soube que começava a ser famosa quando o seu &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/mallumagalhaes"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; atingia visitas na ordem dos milhares por dia. Mallu não se livra do preço da fama, acusada de falsa &lt;em&gt;naif&lt;/em&gt; e de namoro pedófilo com Marcelo Camelo. Esta &lt;em&gt;piquena&lt;/em&gt; retrata muito bem a transição por que todos passamos na adolescência, o desejo latente de brincar com o sentido da responsabilidade, focando tanto temas como a amizade e a natureza mas também como o amor e a dor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mallu Magalhães gravou em 2008 o seu primeiro disco que ainda não chegou a Portugal... entretanto há &lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/results?search_query=mallu+magalh%C3%A3es&amp;amp;search_type=&amp;amp;aq=0&amp;amp;oq=mallu+mag"&gt;mil e um vídeos no youtube&lt;/a&gt; e mesmo este &lt;a href="http://apenas-ir.blogspot.com/2008/07/menina-prodgio.html"&gt;blog aqui&lt;/a&gt;, onde podem sacar uma colectânea da Mallu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tchubaruba (a minha favorita)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-6BNin_x_74&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-6BNin_x_74&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O seu talento é indiscutível, só resta esperar que não se torne na próxima Sandy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soko, no próximo post!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-829622789725548973?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/829622789725548973/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=829622789725548973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/829622789725548973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/829622789725548973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2008/12/girls-power.html' title='Girl&apos;s Power [1]'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SVYt0OOAkjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9wpdpMgT-to/s72-c/mallu+magalh%C3%A3es+i+sell+my+paintings+to+the+men+i+eat.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-1060645681520379605</id><published>2008-12-11T15:35:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-12-13T16:30:21.311Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i was there'/><title type='text'>Gogol Bordelo @ Campo Pequeno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois de &lt;strong&gt;esgotada&lt;/strong&gt; a plateia em pé e de muita, muita sorte, consegui um bilhetinho para Gogol Bordello e lá fui eu para o Campo Pequeno ver o meu segundo concerto desta banda, e o quarto em Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;Com uma horinha de atraso e um Campo Pequeno bem aconchegado, chegou ao palco a banda nova-iorquina que de americana pouco tem: um vocalista meio &lt;strong&gt;pirata&lt;/strong&gt;, meio &lt;strong&gt;punk&lt;/strong&gt; e um violinista meio &lt;strong&gt;cigano&lt;/strong&gt;, meio pirata e umas &lt;strong&gt;bailarinas&lt;/strong&gt; imigrantes da Ásia de Leste. Juntos para dar uma mistura de musica escandinava com punk cigano, rock, &lt;strong&gt;samba&lt;/strong&gt; e sei lá eu mais o quê, fizeram-me cantar e dançar apesar de não perceber uma única palavra do seu inglês. Era inglês, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278872672605720162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SUJSuiEuTmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/sBDgSe7Yoi4/s320/bordello.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o pior&lt;/strong&gt;: O &lt;strong&gt;atraso&lt;/strong&gt; de uma horinha. O público português (e quase que arrisco a dizer europeu) não está, de todo, habituado a esperar por um espectáculo, ao contrário do das Américas. A &lt;strong&gt;droga&lt;/strong&gt; que continua a conseguir entrar no recinto. E o próprio&lt;strong&gt; recinto&lt;/strong&gt; - é uma pena que ainda se façam touradas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;melhor&lt;/strong&gt;: a grande &lt;strong&gt;festa&lt;/strong&gt; que foi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;faltou&lt;/strong&gt;: pontualidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;estrelinhas&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;strong&gt; * * *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-1060645681520379605?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/1060645681520379605/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=1060645681520379605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/1060645681520379605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/1060645681520379605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2008/12/gogol-bordelo-campo-pequeno.html' title='Gogol Bordelo @ Campo Pequeno'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SUJSuiEuTmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/sBDgSe7Yoi4/s72-c/bordello.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-8442909405418780652</id><published>2008-12-09T16:54:00.009Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:00:01.702Z</updated><title type='text'>Prendas de Natal</title><content type='html'>O Natal está aí dentro de semanas e por isso deixo aqui a minha prenda para o blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Orange Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something in your mind goes weary, goes &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/ST6oyUCv5qI/AAAAAAAAAJM/KO75TArwUXg/s1600-h/ORANGE-TREE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277841395651962530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/ST6oyUCv5qI/AAAAAAAAAJM/KO75TArwUXg/s200/ORANGE-TREE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning itself into a big ball of snow&lt;br /&gt;And it just rolls, rolls, growing stronger &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/ST6odwSAbXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/2DMDn3mhn3k/s1600-h/ORANGE-TREE.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it goes, goes down the valley&lt;br /&gt;Of the cold, cold lonely mountain&lt;br /&gt;That hides all Your secrets away from the surface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, where, all Your feelings show&lt;br /&gt;Where You stand on your own&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet You under a shadow of an orange tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never ever really loved You&lt;br /&gt;He never ever really cared, cared&lt;br /&gt;So just go, just turn around and hold me, just hold me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I, I've been waiting forever, forever &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/ST6pr0mvvEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/vZbzQKgkCpo/s1600-h/GUMBALL-TREE.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something in Your mind goes weary, goes &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/ST6p0SttX5I/AAAAAAAAAJc/tUKjgXkO_fU/s1600-h/BIRDS-AND-ORANGES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277842529166647186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/ST6p0SttX5I/AAAAAAAAAJc/tUKjgXkO_fU/s200/BIRDS-AND-ORANGES.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning itself into a big ball of snow&lt;br /&gt;And it just rolls, rolls growing stronger&lt;br /&gt;As it goes, goes down the valley&lt;br /&gt;Of the cold, cold lonely mountain&lt;br /&gt;That hides all Your secrets away from the surface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, where, all Your feelings show&lt;br /&gt;Where You stand on your own&lt;br /&gt;I'll take You dancing&lt;br /&gt;We'll climb and we'll sit on the top of an orange tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something in my heart goes boom, boom, boom&lt;br /&gt;And all I see is You, You, You&lt;br /&gt;Something in my heart goes boom, boom, boom&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I can do(Light shines for You)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;music/lyric David Fonseca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sendo verdade que eu não gosto mesmo nada de postar uma letra de uma canção sem mais... deixo aqui a oportunidade de fazerem o &lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/4mihhj"&gt;download&lt;/a&gt;...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shhhhhhh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-8442909405418780652?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/8442909405418780652/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=8442909405418780652&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/8442909405418780652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/8442909405418780652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2008/12/prendas-de-natal.html' title='Prendas de Natal'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/ST6oyUCv5qI/AAAAAAAAAJM/KO75TArwUXg/s72-c/ORANGE-TREE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-9217813801185785931</id><published>2008-12-08T20:32:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:01:22.728Z</updated><title type='text'>e este foi assim. O MELHOR DE 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Com uma ajudinha do last.fm e da quantidade de papelinhos que teimam em se acumular no meu quarto, deixo aqui a lista dos &lt;strong&gt;concertos&lt;/strong&gt; onde estive este ano de &lt;strong&gt;2008&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Babyshambles, no LUX ****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korn, no Pavilhão Atlântico ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Oioai+Xutos de Pontapés, no Hard Rock Café ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;All Star Band e Blasted Mechanism, inseridos na Semana Académica de Lisboa, no Parque Tejo **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Balkan, Beat Box, Tinariwen, Bjork, Clã Coldfinger, Chemical Brothers , Goldfrapp, Tindersticks,Yael Naim, Rita Red Shoes, Vanessa da Mata, David Fonseca, Brandi Carlile, Melee, Tiago Bettencourt, Led On, &lt;strong&gt;Franz Ferdinand&lt;/strong&gt;, Shout Out Louds, Xutos e Pontapés, Jorge Palma e Tara Perdida, no Festival Sudoeste *****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rage Against the Machine, &lt;strong&gt;The Hives&lt;/strong&gt;, Gogol Bordello, The National, Kalashnikov, Vampire Weekend, Sons Of Albion, Buraka Som Sistema, Within Temptation, &lt;strong&gt;Bob Dylan&lt;/strong&gt;, John Butler Trio, Kumpania Algazarra, Ben Harper &amp;amp; The Innocent Criminals, &lt;strong&gt;Neil Young&lt;/strong&gt;, Donavon Frankenreiter, Xavier Rudd, Róisín Murphy, Festival Alive! no Passeio Marítimo de Algés *****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Kumpania Algazzara, Aniversário da Biblioteca Manuel José do Tojal, Santo André ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Deolinda, na Aula Magna ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Wraygunn, Deolinda, Harry Hates Hats e Tara Perdida, no Arraial do IST ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2008/03/alicia-keys-pavilho-atlntico.html"&gt;Alicia Keys, no Pavilhão Atlântico&lt;/a&gt; ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2008/04/wraygunnsean-riley-slow-riders-sines.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Wraygunn, Castelo de Sines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2008/04/editors-campo-pequeno.html"&gt;Editors, no Campo Pequeno&lt;/a&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2008/04/david-fonseca-coliseu-lisboa.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;David fonseca, no Coliseu de Lisboa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Fonseca, na Feira de Grandola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2008/04/jos-gonzlez-aula-magna.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;José González, na Aula Magna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cansei de Ser sexy, no Coliseu de Lisboa ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sigur Rós, no Campo Pequeno*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso dizer, orgulhosa, que consegui ir a quase todos os concertos que me interessaram este ano e, com pouco esforço, a cerca de metade, à pala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277535616066267490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/ST2SrmUaKWI/AAAAAAAAAI0/L6TOFDUd8EQ/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O melhor de 2008, é então, por ordem cronológica: &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;DAVID&lt;/span&gt; FONSECA&lt;/span&gt; no Coliseu de Lisboa, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;JOSÉ GONZÁLEZ&lt;/span&gt; na Aula Magna, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;FESTIVAL ALIVE&lt;/span&gt;!, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;FESTIVAL SUDOESTE&lt;/span&gt;, e &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;SIGUR RÓS&lt;/span&gt; no Campo Pequeno.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-9217813801185785931?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/9217813801185785931/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=9217813801185785931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/9217813801185785931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/9217813801185785931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2008/12/e-este-foi-assim-o-melhor-de-2008.html' title='e este foi assim. O MELHOR DE 2008'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/ST2SrmUaKWI/AAAAAAAAAI0/L6TOFDUd8EQ/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-2056496379316629887</id><published>2008-11-29T14:56:00.010Z</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:09:15.115Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i was there'/><title type='text'>DVD David Fonseca - Dreams in Colours @ forum Fnac Colombo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/STFtErpRcuI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Ab6ubPW6MKs/s1600-h/image_preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274116565830300386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/STFtErpRcuI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Ab6ubPW6MKs/s200/image_preview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E foi no dia 27 de Novembro que assisti ao lançamento do DVD do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;David Fonseca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; no forum da Fnac do &lt;strong&gt;Colombo&lt;/strong&gt;. Tal como prometido na home letter que o David envia sempre que há novidades, as surpresas aconteceram. Começou por, qual pai babado, de comando na mão, mostrar todas as gracinhas que o filhote faz: tem um menu, tem todos os webisódeos, tem um chá em casa do realizador, tem temas ao vivo no Festival Sudoeste 08 (apenas na edição especial do &lt;strong&gt;DVD&lt;/strong&gt;), tem os 8 videoclips, tem montagens do &lt;a href="http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2008/04/david-fonseca-coliseu-lisboa.html"&gt;concerto de 12.04.08&lt;/a&gt;, tem conversas, tem , tem. Muita coisa que talvez mereça ser vista com cuidado. Com a simplicidade a que estamos acostumados, repetiu o vídeo que abriu o &lt;a href="http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2008/04/david-fonseca-coliseu-lisboa.html"&gt;concerto no Coliseu de Lisboa&lt;/a&gt; e, inesperadamente, surgiram os&lt;em&gt; mariachi&lt;/em&gt; que provocam sempre uma mistura de riso com admiração. Num mini-concerto adaptado aos instrumentos destes ilustres convidados, ficou a curiosidade de ir espreitar o DVD e a pressa de conseguir um bom lugar na fila para uma palavrinha e um autógrafo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;DVD edição especial: contém DVD+CD, 1 poster desdobrável, 2 pin's, 1 ilustração para colorir (bem engraçada!), 6 lápis de cor, e um CD audio Bonus.. onde estão algumas das melhores interpretações no SUDOESTE 08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Preço:19.95€ &lt;a href="http://www.fnac.pt/pt/Catalog/Detail.aspx?cIndex=1&amp;amp;catalog=discos&amp;amp;categoryN=M%C3%BAsica&amp;amp;category=portuguesaPopRock&amp;amp;product=602517924628"&gt;preço verde fnac&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o pior:&lt;/strong&gt; o local. Os meninos da FNAC ainda não descobriram que é ironia chamar forum aquele espaço ínfimo, os &lt;a href="http://www.mrm.mendes.nom.br/coliseu-de-roma-2007-16-09-03.jpg"&gt;romanos&lt;/a&gt; devem estar a dar voltas nos túmulos. O próximo concerto será no meu quarto certamente.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;melhor:&lt;/strong&gt; os &lt;em&gt;mariachi,&lt;/em&gt; as surpresas (já que eu ia de pé atrás por ser o 5º concerto do David que ia ver este ano)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;faltou:&lt;/strong&gt; espaço para dançar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;estrelinhas: * * * *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-2056496379316629887?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/2056496379316629887/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=2056496379316629887&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/2056496379316629887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/2056496379316629887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2008/11/dvd-david-fonseca-dreams-in-colours.html' title='DVD David Fonseca - Dreams in Colours @ forum Fnac Colombo'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/STFtErpRcuI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Ab6ubPW6MKs/s72-c/image_preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-290217048478651893</id><published>2008-10-14T18:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T18:05:49.585+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s what i do'/><title type='text'>faz faz faz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fazer o pino&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;fazer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;fazer as pazes&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;fazer crochet&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fazer ginástica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.fazer um download. &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fazer acontecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;fazer amigos&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;fazer música&lt;/span&gt;. f a z e r b ol o s. fazer corrrrrrrrridas. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;fazer ferver&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;fazer pensar&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;fazer a cama&lt;/span&gt;. fazer beicinho. &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;fazer caso&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;fazer efeito&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fazer limpezas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fazer frente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fazer ouvir-se&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fazer figura de urso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;fazer espécie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;fazer sombra.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fazer troça&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;fazer das tripas coração&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;fazer o penso.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fazer por fazer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fazer história&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fazer pão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;fazer abdominais&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;fazer obras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fazer comentários&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;fazer crescer&lt;/span&gt;. fazer tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-290217048478651893?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/290217048478651893/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=290217048478651893&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/290217048478651893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/290217048478651893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2008/10/faz-faz-faz.html' title='faz faz faz'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-761187430159457320</id><published>2008-09-22T19:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:29:52.419+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s what i do'/><title type='text'>ouvir alicia keys faz mal</title><content type='html'>Esta noite acordei quatro vezes. Uma vez à 1:18 e achei que já devia ser de manhã. Outra vez às 3:25, e às 5:48 e outra às 7:00 sendo esta última culpa do despertador que ritualmente programo antes de me deitar, como tu fazes. Todas as vezes que acordei, tive a mesma sensação, já devia ser de manhã. Já devia ter ido à casa de banho devido aos horários complicados e extremamente rígidos que regem a utilização da única casa-de-banho cá de casa. Por acaso, como me esqueci de lavar as remelas dentro do intervalo de tempo que me foi destinado, tive que ir tirando nelas com cuspo. Eu disse rEmelas? Desculpa, desculpa, desculpa. Eu queria dizer ramelas. Quis muito e com muita força que as aulas acabassem para o nosso almoço ter lugar. Quis muito que o nosso almoço se prolongasse, quis muito voltar a ver-te. Já de tarde, fui comprar um saboneto líquido igual àquele que tens para lavar as mãos, só para me lembrar do teu cheiro e das recordações que esse cheiro me dá. Tudo me lembra tu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-761187430159457320?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/761187430159457320/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=761187430159457320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/761187430159457320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/761187430159457320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2008/09/ouvir-alicia-keys-faz-mal.html' title='ouvir alicia keys faz mal'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-4211844876927487006</id><published>2008-05-08T09:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:09:03.955Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i was there'/><title type='text'>What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas @ El Corte Inglês</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SCLA1KZDxdI/AAAAAAAAAFc/yZNNxKLKbr4/s1600-h/whathappensinvegas023mi3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197928939494032850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SCLA1KZDxdI/AAAAAAAAAFc/yZNNxKLKbr4/s320/whathappensinvegas023mi3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E ontem foi assim..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-4211844876927487006?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/4211844876927487006/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=4211844876927487006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/4211844876927487006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/4211844876927487006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-happens-in-vegas-stays-in-vegas-el.html' title='What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas @ El Corte Inglês'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SCLA1KZDxdI/AAAAAAAAAFc/yZNNxKLKbr4/s72-c/whathappensinvegas023mi3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-2444803244670577618</id><published>2008-04-30T09:54:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:09:04.097Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i was there'/><title type='text'>José González @ Aula Magna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Earcandy for your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194964822385241906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SBg4-1rsLzI/AAAAAAAAAFU/EQfZgmb7xHw/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sendo eu a principal ouvinte de Jozé González no last.fm e nao tendo conseguido parado de cantar ontem durante o dia todo pedecinhos de letras deste músico sueco de origens-argentinas-e-ar-muito-latino, tive a sorte de conseguir ir ontem ao concerto na grande Aula Magna. Desta vez a GuestList da TMN não esteve muito original, além de me ter feito esperar quase 45 min ao frio e de não ter reservado lugares na sala.&lt;br /&gt;José González, tímido e de pouca falas, deu um concerto maravilhosamente simples, puro e bonito, distribuindo arrepios ao longo do concerto todo. No fim, os aplausos foram a mais do que muitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficam aqui os videos de Teardrop (cover de massive attack) e de Crosses e de Heartbeats (música emprestada ao anúncio do LCD SONY BRAVIA):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9B-h1EEsKDA&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" color1="0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2UZsIGQaLKI&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" color1="0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem gosta pode ver &lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=BfioEgsxVyk"&gt;aqui &lt;/a&gt;um bom remix desta música pelo DJ Tiësto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Bb8P7dfjVw&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" color1="0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram enviadas apenas 250,000 &lt;em&gt;multi-coloured 'superballs' bouncing&lt;/em&gt; pelas ruas abaixo de San Francisco. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o pior:&lt;/strong&gt; o lugar onde me sentei (chão :x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o melhor&lt;/strong&gt;: a simplicidade com que se passou a noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;faltou&lt;/strong&gt;: tocar a Love Will Tear Us Apart dos Joy Division.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;estrelinhas:&lt;/strong&gt; * * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-2444803244670577618?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/2444803244670577618/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=2444803244670577618&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/2444803244670577618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/2444803244670577618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2008/04/jos-gonzlez-aula-magna.html' title='José González @ Aula Magna'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SBg4-1rsLzI/AAAAAAAAAFU/EQfZgmb7xHw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-7983003288004897542</id><published>2008-04-14T10:42:00.016+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:09:04.454Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s what i do'/><title type='text'>Sei que sou geek quando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SAM6mZrjtFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3fqQt7eRMiE/s1600-h/notebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189055627063964754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SAM6mZrjtFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3fqQt7eRMiE/s320/notebook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Têm-me chamado &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;geek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nerd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; com alguma frequência... será que existem diferenças entre os conceitos?&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, de quase todas as minhas pesquisas resultou que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;geek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; seria uma subespécie de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nerd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, mais precisamente um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nerd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tecnológico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então como é que distingo um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;geek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; de um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nerd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;São pequenos pormenores que fazem a diferença e nem a considero muito significativa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;É só substituir o T&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;oyota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pelo O&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; K&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;adett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e a G&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;illete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e o O&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; S&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;pice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pelo protector solar factor 50 e ficam com um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;provável&lt;/span&gt; dia da minha rotina! :x &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Comecei há cerca de duas semanas a fazer uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;listinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; de coisas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;geeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;nerds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; que eu faço.&lt;br /&gt;O título da lista é "Sei que sou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;geek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;nerd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; quando.." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;-quando me engano quando desenho e procuro o crtl+z primeiro do que a borracha;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;-faço &lt;strong&gt;listas&lt;/strong&gt; e como se não chegasse, dou-lhes &lt;strong&gt;títulos&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;-faço listas não só de coisas que preciso comprar no supermercado como coisas que penso dizer ou fazer durante o dia;&lt;br /&gt;-tenho uma &lt;strong&gt;agenda&lt;/strong&gt; que actualizo quase de hora a hora;&lt;br /&gt;-estudo &lt;strong&gt;engenharia&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;-estudo engenharia no &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;IST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;-passo horas no meu &lt;strong&gt;portátil&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;-tenho um &lt;strong&gt;blog&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;-era capaz de passar um dia inteiro numa &lt;strong&gt;biblioteca&lt;/strong&gt; sem me aborrecer um bocadinho;&lt;br /&gt;-gosto de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;gadgets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; embora não tenham&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;que ser necessariamente o último modelo*;&lt;br /&gt;-mesmo quando viajo de autocarro gosto de levar o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;GPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; para ver se o motorista não vai levar os passageiros para um sitio ermo e aí os sodomizar à bruta.&lt;br /&gt;-gosto de &lt;strong&gt;ler&lt;/strong&gt; e preciso de ler qualquer coisa com muita frequência.&lt;br /&gt;-gosto de &lt;strong&gt;saber&lt;/strong&gt; muito sobre um assunto, mais do que pouco sobre vários.&lt;br /&gt;-perco a cabeça por &lt;strong&gt;plantas carnívoras&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-adoro &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;lomografia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-uso &lt;strong&gt;óculos&lt;/strong&gt; com 5 dioptrias de miopia e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;astigmatismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a 90º e sei isto tudo.&lt;br /&gt;-usei &lt;strong&gt;aparelho nos dentes&lt;/strong&gt; durante 6 anos.&lt;br /&gt;-mudei de cidade e só voltei lá umas duas vezes para matar saudades.&lt;br /&gt;-gosto de &lt;strong&gt;puzzles&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e jogos estilo trivial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-os meus brinquedos preferidos eram os &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;legos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-devoro &lt;strong&gt;séries&lt;/strong&gt; como se o mundo fosse acabar.&lt;br /&gt;-perco a noção das horas a ver &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;National&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Geographic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Channel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-me sento nas 3 primeiras filas da frente na escola.&lt;br /&gt;-ainda leio &lt;strong&gt;BD&lt;/strong&gt;'s com prazer como quando tinha 7 anos.&lt;br /&gt;-sou tímida, infantil e quando costumam gozar com as minhas roupas não-na-moda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto é só uma brincadeira sobre um estereotipo social do momento, qualquer dia faço um "sei que sou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; quando..." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189047698554336274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SAMzY5rjtBI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yCiR1_5Fxs0/s320/braguitas-geek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no natal já sabem.. quero umas destas !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E tu? Sabes que és &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;geek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;nerd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; quando o quê?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-7983003288004897542?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/7983003288004897542/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=7983003288004897542&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/7983003288004897542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/7983003288004897542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2008/04/sei-que-sou-geek-quando.html' title='Sei que sou geek quando...'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SAM6mZrjtFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3fqQt7eRMiE/s72-c/notebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-8882627632008398235</id><published>2008-04-13T13:35:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:09:04.599Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i was there'/><title type='text'>David Fonseca @ Coliseu Lisboa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E foi ontem, dia 12 de Abril de 2008, o tão aguardado concerto do David Fonseca no Coliseu dos Recreios. Estando o concerto esgotado há tempos e eu sem bilhete, só soube que ia quando ganhei o passatempo da &lt;a href="http://www.nokia-xpressmusic.net/"&gt;Nokia XpressMusic&lt;/a&gt; por isso nao tive tempo de pensar muito bem no que se esperaria dessa noite ate ver este video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/italQTnLmQQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/italQTnLmQQ&amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu? e eu? eu também! Depois deste video ter colocado as expectativas muito altas, o concerto ainda as conseguiu superar!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;mariachis. &lt;strong&gt;bolas de sabão&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;video killed the radio star&lt;/span&gt;. telefone. &lt;em&gt;Kylie Minogue&lt;/em&gt;. corações vermelhos. dançarinos. lanternas. megafone.maneater. &lt;strong&gt;holofote&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lisboa&lt;/span&gt;. agente secreto. 80's. óculos. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;R&lt;em&gt;ita Redshoes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. dvd. guitarra. sonhos. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;silence 4&lt;/span&gt;. amor. &lt;em&gt;Rihanna&lt;/em&gt;. coliseu. &lt;strong&gt;música&lt;/strong&gt;. fan packs. rocket man.&lt;strong&gt; cama&lt;/strong&gt;. Texas. filmes. all stars. superstars. &lt;em&gt;Spice Girls&lt;/em&gt;. pijama. faz-me um filho. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;para sempre&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Setlist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4th Chance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our Hearts Will Beat As One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song To The Siren&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (original do &lt;em&gt;Tim Buckley&lt;/em&gt;, com direito a lanterninhas no tecto do coliseu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who Are U&lt;br /&gt;Superstars II&lt;br /&gt;Silent Void&lt;br /&gt;Kiss Me, Oh Kiss Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (contou a históriazinha da senhora das limpezas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone Who Cannot Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (grande coro do público)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold Still&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (em dueto com a Rita SabrinasEncarnadas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rocket Man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (original de &lt;em&gt;Sir Elton John&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Orange Tree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (nunca antes &lt;em&gt;ouvista&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I See The World Through You&lt;br /&gt;This Raging Light&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 80's&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(com a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Video Killed The Radio Star&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; orginal dos &lt;em&gt;Buggles&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adeus, Não Afastes Os Teus Olhos dos Meus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wannabe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; + &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toxic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; + &lt;strong&gt;Maneater&lt;/strong&gt; + &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't Get You Out of My Head&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;+ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Umbrella&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (original das &lt;em&gt;Spice Girls, Britney Spears, Nelly Furtado, Kylie Minogue&lt;/em&gt; e &lt;em&gt;Rihanna&lt;/em&gt; respectivamente)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angel Song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (original dos &lt;em&gt;Silence 4&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All Day and All of the Night&lt;/strong&gt; (orginal dos &lt;em&gt;The Kinks&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dreams In Colour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (deitado da caminha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Together In Electric Dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (original de &lt;em&gt;Philip Oakey&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188722427796108258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SAILjprjs-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/66jGP9xvulc/s320/IMG_0064.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto por Inês do Vale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O David Fonseca é um dos senhores da música portuguesa, não restam dúvidas, mas não uns dos senhores da música em português. Destaque especial para a &lt;em&gt;Adeus, não afastes os teus olhos dos meus&lt;/em&gt;, que é espetacularmente simples e bonita, e em português :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o pior: ter de se acordar depois de duas horas e meia de sonho&lt;br /&gt;o melhor: todos os pequenos pormenores cuidadosamente pensados&lt;br /&gt;faltou: nao sei se faltou mas estava à espera de um pouco mais do david-bailarino e do david-fotógrafo.&lt;br /&gt;estrelinhas: * * * * *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-8882627632008398235?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/8882627632008398235/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=8882627632008398235&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/8882627632008398235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/8882627632008398235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2008/04/david-fonseca-coliseu-lisboa.html' title='David Fonseca @ Coliseu Lisboa'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/SAILjprjs-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/66jGP9xvulc/s72-c/IMG_0064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-7459796527915128257</id><published>2008-04-05T23:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T23:31:43.641+01:00</updated><title type='text'>no title</title><content type='html'>E secalhar é melhor ficarmos por aqui.. Tendo feito a semana passada cinema+concerto+teatro e repetido a brincadeira esta semana... acho que é altura de começar a estudar, os testes aproximam-se! Sendo assim o plano das festas é.. teste de MO terça feira.. e The Hives 4a... 8-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-7459796527915128257?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/7459796527915128257/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=7459796527915128257&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/7459796527915128257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/7459796527915128257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-title.html' title='no title'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-4912347862012934745</id><published>2008-04-04T07:34:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T20:28:39.585+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i was there'/><title type='text'>Jesus Cristo Superstar @ Teatro Politeama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um ano depois de ter surgido a ideia de ir ao musical Jesus Cristo Superstar, finalmente o consegui ir ver. Também quando surgiu a ideia o musical ainda nem estava em cena :x . E depois esteve no Porto, e só depois Lisboa. Não sendo eu muito católica, muito menos praticante, não consigo deixar de achar piada à religião. Em espacial à história da religião, que quer acreditemos quer não, não deixa de ser uma bela história. Com um elenco enooooorme do qual destaco os actores (porque merecem) Pedro Bargado [Judas], um Judas very very Rock 'n' Roll, Sérgio Lucas [Simão], David Ventura [Jesus], um dos actores que interpreta este papel (acho que são dois e vão alternando), Laura Rodrigues [Maria Madalena], Tiago Isidro [Anas] e Bruno Galvão [Pilatos]. Podem consultar a ficha técnica &lt;a href="http://www.jesuscristosuperstar.pt/tecnica.htm"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; e o resto do elenco &lt;a href="http://www.jesuscristosuperstar.pt/elenco.htm"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;. Como podem reparar na ficha técnica Felipe La Féria assume muitas outras tarefas para além da encenação deste espetáculo de Tim Rice e Andrew Lloyd Webber. Os actores, que mesmo sendo conhecidos apenas do mundo musical exclusivamente como a Cátia [Nonstop], Pedro Bargado [Academia de Estrelas], Sérgio Lucas [Ídolos] entre outros, demonstraram todos dominar uma grande variedade de artes e uma personalidade multifacetada: todos dançam, todos cantam, todos interpretam. Com uma grande inteligência Jesus Cristo Superstar consegue misturar em palco personagens actuais (com espírito crítico) com personagens contemporâneos a Jesus, o que me deixou muito surpresa. Um guarda roupa muito bem pensado e umas coreografias muito ousadas foram suficientes para eu nem dar pelas 2h e qualquer coisa de espetáculo passarem. Nunca tinha entrado no Teatro Politeama e fiquei espantada com as condições da sala: plataformar elevatórias &lt;em&gt;everywhere,&lt;/em&gt; um sistema de microfones sem fios que não falhou, uns corredores tão perto do público que se eu quisesse tinha puxado os cabelos ao Judas entre outras maravilhas que por lá há. No final a Agência de Viagens Abreu ficou com o meu bilhete com o número de telefone por trás para sortear uma viagem não-me-lembro-onde. E Cristo foi crucificado... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h89BjlFhL-E&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fiquei a saber que já há o DVD :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o pior:&lt;/strong&gt; Ser em dois actos com intervalo, o que quebrou um bocado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o melhor:&lt;/strong&gt; uma narrativa da história que ia passando num &lt;em&gt;placard&lt;/em&gt; luminoso (em inglês), as vozes e músicas e letras, a cena da &lt;em&gt;última ceia&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;estrelinhas:&lt;/strong&gt; * * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-4912347862012934745?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/4912347862012934745/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=4912347862012934745&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/4912347862012934745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/4912347862012934745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2008/04/jesus-cristo-superstar-teatro-politeama.html' title='Jesus Cristo Superstar @ Teatro Politeama'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-7601617238511438210</id><published>2008-04-03T09:07:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T11:50:31.869+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i was there'/><title type='text'>Editors @ Campo Pequeno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E foi ontem à noite o grande concerto de &lt;em&gt;Editors&lt;/em&gt;, o fenómeno britânico mais espetacular de todos os tempos para mim. E foi mesmo um grande concerto e não um concerto grande. Com bilhetinhos gentilmente cedidos pela guest list da &lt;a href="http://www.guestlisttmn.com/guestlist"&gt;TMN&lt;/a&gt; (com direito a camarote com cadeiras vá.. mais fofinhas que o balcão, e meninas que nos levem em elevadores (; ) fui assistir a um concerto que já tinha ido ver o ano passado no Pavilhão do Restelo. Apesar do cepticismo em relação a repetir um concerto valeu cada minuto, especialmente por terem tocado a &lt;em&gt;Lullaby&lt;/em&gt; dos Cure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nunca tinha entrado no Campo Pequeno, por razões óbvias e fico contente por a primeira vez que lá entrei ter sido para ouvir música e não ver sangue. O jogo de luzes foi tão fantástico que o ambiente criado quase fazia esquecer o local horroroso onde eu estava. Destaco também Mobius Band que não desiludiu na abertura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Setlist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Camera &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;An End Has a Start &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Blood &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bullets &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Weight of the World &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Escape the Nest Lights &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When Anger Shows &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Banging Heads &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lullaby (original dos The Cure) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All Sparks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Munich &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Push Your Head Towards the Air &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bones &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fingers in the Factories &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Racing Rats &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You Are Fading &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Smokers Outside the Hospital Doors &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;o pior: o local do concerto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;o melhor: cover da Lullaby dos The Cure, o power do príncipio ao fim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;faltou: mais tempo de concerto, queria mais :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;estrelinhas: * * * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-7601617238511438210?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/7601617238511438210/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=7601617238511438210&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/7601617238511438210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/7601617238511438210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2008/04/editors-campo-pequeno.html' title='Editors @ Campo Pequeno'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-6457487920284895958</id><published>2008-04-02T19:23:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T09:00:55.511+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i was there'/><title type='text'>Wraygunn+Sean Riley &amp; The Slow Riders @ Sines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dia 28 de março os Wraygunn (banda liderada por Paulo Furtado mais conhecido por The Legendary Tigerman) estiveram em Sines para apresentação do seu novo cd SHANGRI-LA. Calhou um bocadinho mal por haver concerto de Ala dos Namorados em Santiago do Cacém na mesma noite, mas como eu andava ansiosa por ver os Wraygunn e perdi a oportunidade de ir ver ao LUX , decidi ir até Sines. O concerto agendado para as 22 h começou bem depois, devido em grande parte à falta de adesão. Quando cheguei ao castelo tive dúvidas se estava no sítio certo, tal não era a fraca densidade populacional! Enfim... para meia dúzia de gatos pingados começaram a tocar os Sean Riley &amp;amp; The Slow Riders que, muito indiferentes à falta de espectadores, lá despacharam as suas musicas preparando a noite gelada para a cerveja e wiskey que aí vinha. Chegados então os Wraygunn ao palco deu-se então um concerto cheio de blues, rock 'n' roll e soul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Setlist&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gambling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Man Ain't it nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ain't gonna break my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Keep on prayin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love is my new drug&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoola Hoop Woman (Tiveram para não tocar esta, pq a canção é calminha e a malta ainda dormia)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How long? How long?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everything's gonna be ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She's a go-go dancer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Drunk or Stoned ("Pode não parecer mas foi a canção mais romântica que alguma vez escrevi" -PF)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Work me out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She's a speedfreak (a pedido de alguém do público)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lady luck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love letters from a muthafucka (Paulo Furtado aproveita para passear e conversar entre o público, convidando até um gajo do público a canta no palco, gajo esse que gostou muito da Selma :x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All night long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Soul city&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Juice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You really got me - original dos Kinks - (o João abre um pulso e não me lembro se chegaram a tocar esta se não) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num concerto patrocinado pela Jameson, Paulo Furtado jurou que pretendeu dar amor, alegria e música no espectáculo, não álcool. No entanto os pedidos foram incessantes! x:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o pior: o frio que estava.&lt;br /&gt;melhor: as boas da Raquel e da Selma.. vozes, digo. E as conversas do Paulo.&lt;br /&gt;faltou: gente, pessoas, público&lt;br /&gt;estrelinhas: * * * &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-6457487920284895958?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/6457487920284895958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=6457487920284895958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/6457487920284895958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/6457487920284895958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2008/04/wraygunnsean-riley-slow-riders-sines.html' title='Wraygunn+Sean Riley &amp; The Slow Riders @ Sines'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-7993998457718965912</id><published>2008-04-01T09:31:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T10:26:39.434+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i was there'/><title type='text'>Os falsificadores @ UCI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um filme originalmente chamado &lt;em&gt;Die Fälscher/The Counterfeiters&lt;/em&gt; do realizador &lt;em&gt;Stefan Ruzowitzky&lt;/em&gt; conta-nos a história de &lt;em&gt;Salomon Sorowitsch&lt;/em&gt;, um vigarista falsário que vivia uma vida boémia em Berlim até ser preso e levado para um campo de concentração. Graças ao seu dom de falsificador, que lhe permitia reproduzir na perfeição quase qualquer tipo de documentos e dinheiro, é-lhe dado apoio em troca da produção de dinheiro que iria ser usado na guerra. Depressa os Nazis formaram uma equipa entre os reclusos de onde obteram a maior quantidade de dinheiro alguma vez falsificada, dinheiro este que inundaria os cofres da economia Americana e Inglesa, seus inimigos de guerra. Entre o peso da sua consciência e a necessidade de sobreviver no campo de concentração de Sachsenhausen, Salmomon e os seus companheiros vivem este drama moral numa constante tentativa de revolta e de sabotagem desta mega operação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sendo um filme que caracteriza uma época, e que aborda a temática do Holocausto já explorada por outros filmes (p.e. &lt;em&gt;O Pianista do Polanski&lt;/em&gt;) consegue ainda assim mostrar de uma forma muito interessante outros aspectos secundários ao filme como o tratamento entre prisioneiros (judeus) e nazis, o companheirismo entre prisioneiros, os dilemas morais e o amor a uma causa em que se acredita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qwr9nCurEEQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qwr9nCurEEQ&amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duração&lt;/strong&gt;: 98 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prémios:&lt;/strong&gt; Primeiro &lt;em&gt;Oscar de Melhor Filme Estrangeiro&lt;/em&gt; para a Áustria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Curiosidades:&lt;/strong&gt; o filme é uma adaptação das memórias de &lt;em&gt;Adolf Burger&lt;/em&gt;, que sobreviveu ao holocausto e que apesar dos seus 92 anos, participou na rodagem do filme como consultor. Na Áustria, apenas 40 mil pessoas o viram.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-7993998457718965912?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/7993998457718965912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=7993998457718965912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/7993998457718965912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/7993998457718965912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2008/04/falsificadores-el-corte-ingls.html' title='Os falsificadores @ UCI'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-1665085267418042526</id><published>2008-03-28T11:24:00.013Z</published><updated>2008-03-29T18:06:36.151Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i was there'/><title type='text'>FAT PIG - A GORDA @ Villaret</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A sessão de teatro ontem , 27 de Março, no &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Villaret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, foi grátis para todos os interessados em teatro. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Digo&lt;/span&gt; interessados pois para conseguir bilhete tive que ir três vezes ao &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Villaret&lt;/span&gt; e esperar meia hora numa das vezes.)&lt;/span&gt; A ideia de fazer teatro à borla no Dia Mundial do Teatro nas grandes salas (D. Maria II, Barraca, etc) foi muito boa, podia era ter havido melhor organização por parte das companhias, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;já que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;normalmente nem que sejam saquinhos com ar, se for dado, toda a gente quer.&lt;/span&gt; No &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Villaret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; valeu o bom senso do público que se organizou de modo a formar uma lista de &lt;em&gt;pré-inscrição, &lt;/em&gt;onde a ordem de chegada ditava uma garantia de bilhete para os melhores lugares. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sim. É verdade. Não me enganei, estive mesmo no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Villaret&lt;/span&gt;. Esta sala reabriu dia 25 deste mês, sob alçada do grupo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;TNDMII&lt;/span&gt;, com a peça &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;FAT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;PIG&lt;/span&gt; - A GORDA de Neil &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LaBute&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sobre a peça posso dizer que o elenco mete respeito : Ricardo Pereira [Tomás], que se dedicou a esta personagem (talvez a mais difícil que já fez, diz ele) após ter terminado a telenovela &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Floribella&lt;/span&gt; e que já tinha trabalhado com o grupo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;TNDMII&lt;/span&gt; na &lt;em&gt;Real Caçada ao Sol (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Peter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Shaffer&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;onde se estreou como actor&lt;/span&gt;, Carla Vasconcelos [Helena], Carlos António [Castro], Maria João Falcão [Joana].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A história da peça gira à volta de um casal (Tomás&amp;amp;Helena) diferente: ele é magro e ela é gorda. Levados pelo amor tentam combater os preconceitos da sociedade mas tudo se torna difícil quando Joana, ex-namorada de Tomás e uma mulher que vive para agradar ao sexo oposto, e Castro, o melhor amigo de Tomás, desaprovam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;desinibidamente&lt;/span&gt; o novo relacionamento de Tomás. Quem pense que se trata de um drama romântico, desengane-se, comédia mordaz e directa à sociedade de aparência em que vivemos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Com um cenário simples, minimalista e moderno, todos os pormenores foram pensados e bem conseguidos. Sem sair do lugar, o espectador conseguirá ver o escritório em dois ângulos diferentes para além dum carro e dum restaurante etíope construído com os acessórios do próprio escritório.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Numa troca de cenário e roupa feitas sob o olhar atento do público, todo a encenação e trabalho de actores foi preenchida com estes pequenos pormenores deliciosos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não houve momentos monótonos nem espaço para bocejos do princípio ao fim :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;o pior: arranjar os bilhetes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;melhor: a iniciativa de comemoração do dia, a boa disposição contagiante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;estrelinhas&lt;/span&gt;: * * * * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-1665085267418042526?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/1665085267418042526/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=1665085267418042526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/1665085267418042526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/1665085267418042526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2008/03/fat-pig-gorda-villaret.html' title='FAT PIG - A GORDA @ Villaret'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-5458428246655874234</id><published>2008-03-23T11:39:00.014Z</published><updated>2008-03-23T20:47:19.213Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i was there'/><title type='text'>Alicia Keys @ Pavilhão Atlântico</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Há cerca de 3 meses que ansiava por o dia 19 de Março. Quando o Miguel me mostrou dois bilhetes para o concerto da &lt;em&gt;Alicia Keys&lt;/em&gt; em Lisboa, até dei pulinhos de contente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alicia Keys&lt;/em&gt; já tinha dado um espectáculo em formato festival no RIR 2004 ao lado de grandes (como o Sting) e com apenas 23 anos conseguiu encher o público português com sensualidade e ousadia num espetáculo ao vivo. Quem não se lembra da interpretação de &lt;em&gt;Fallin'&lt;/em&gt; deitada sobre o piano? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pois eis que Alicia nos decide presentar ao integrar Portugal na sua &lt;em&gt;tour&lt;/em&gt; onde apresentou o seu mais recente sucesso &lt;em&gt;As I Am&lt;/em&gt;, desta vez no Pavilhão Atlântico, em nome próprio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alicia provou a quem ainda tinha dúvidas que conseguia reunir cerca de 18 mil pessoas exclusivamente para a ouvir cantar. Num espetáculo que integrou cerca de 33 músicas (ou colagens de músicas), audiovisual, banda, coro, fotografias, um filme, bailarinas e muita energia do princípio ao fim, &lt;em&gt;Miss Keys&lt;/em&gt; conseguiu aparecer sempre muito bonita e elegante, sem ter que mostrar muita pele. No entanto, lamento que não tenha mostrado mais os seus dotes ao piano e que por vezes a sua banda não estivesse à sua altura. Sempre sorridente e comunicativa com o público, Alicia confessou que a opinião dos artistas lá fora sobre o público português fazia sentido&lt;em&gt; - "now it make sense to me".&lt;/em&gt; Numa noite em que milhares de pessoas se reuniram para se deslumbrarem com a menina que tanto se mostrou rebelde e determinada em &lt;em&gt;Go Ahead, A Woman’s Worth&lt;/em&gt; ou &lt;em&gt;Superwoman&lt;/em&gt; como sensível e frágil em &lt;em&gt;Prelude to a Kiss&lt;/em&gt; ou &lt;em&gt;Butteflyz&lt;/em&gt;, considero que valeu a pena o bilhete e o esforço de ter aturado o Patrice nos minutos antecendes ao concerto. Exemplo de talento, trabalho e sorte, mereceu cada minuto da minha atenção. &lt;em&gt;Next time we'll be there again, Alicia!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Setlist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Piano Intro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ghetto Story &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Waiting for Your Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Where do We Go From Here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You Don’t Know My Name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Teenage Love Affair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lady Marmalade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Got to Be There &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Heartburn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sure Looks Good to Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How Come You Don’t Call Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Butterflyz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Prelude to a kiss (mencionou a sua viagem a África, mostrou fotos dessa viagem, apelou à causa HIV/AIDS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Superwoman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I Need You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wreckless Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Diary/Tender Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My Boo (original ft. Usher)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Unbreakable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Like You’ll Never See Me Again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gotta Give it Up/Soutrain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Feeling U, Felling Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Go Ahead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A Woman’s Worth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lesson Learned (original ft. John Mayer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So Simple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Karma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Thing About Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fallin’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No One &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Encore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If I Ain’t Got You (dedicada a todos os presentes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;o pior: a banda e as bailarinas a distrair e atrapalhar a performance, a musica &lt;em&gt;My Boo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o melhor: os momentos a sós Piano&amp;amp;Alicia, o audiovisual ao longo do concerto, o coro&lt;br /&gt;faltou: tocar a &lt;em&gt;Girlfriend&lt;/em&gt;, a &lt;em&gt;Wild Horses&lt;/em&gt; e mais piano&lt;br /&gt;estrelinhas: * * * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-5458428246655874234?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/5458428246655874234/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=5458428246655874234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/5458428246655874234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/5458428246655874234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2008/03/alicia-keys-pavilho-atlntico.html' title='Alicia Keys @ Pavilhão Atlântico'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-4674069005124218436</id><published>2008-03-18T09:27:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-18T10:00:15.704Z</updated><title type='text'>i know some people search the world to find something like what we have!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não sei se foi de ter estado doente à pouco tempo (o que implicou injecções e febres e delírios) mas fui assolada por uma visão que me trouxe muitas &lt;strong&gt;ideias&lt;/strong&gt;. Tenho andado a trabalhar nelas! ihihi novidades em breve :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A propósito, vou ver a Alicia Keys amanhã! ahahah q sonho :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;podem confirmar o brilho da menina aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_T8A4eaUCWs&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0x999999&amp;amp;border=" hl="pt-br" width="425" height="373" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-4674069005124218436?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/4674069005124218436/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=4674069005124218436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/4674069005124218436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/4674069005124218436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-know-some-people-search-world-to-find.html' title='i know some people search the world to find something like what we have!'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-1681681830228570231</id><published>2008-02-14T23:31:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-14T23:34:43.732Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentiiine's</title><content type='html'>Tenho para mim que um dia celebrado por toda a gente não pode ser especial para duas pessoas. Mas tudo bem. Sigamos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-1681681830228570231?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/1681681830228570231/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=1681681830228570231&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/1681681830228570231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/1681681830228570231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-velentiiines.html' title='Happy Valentiiine&apos;s'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-6049760408224751062</id><published>2008-02-12T15:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-12T15:59:37.922Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love it'/><title type='text'>o amor é f*d%!&amp;d@</title><content type='html'>Como é que se chega à prestigiada livraria em questão e se pede este &lt;a href="http://www.assirio.com/livro.php?codigo=130006"&gt;livro&lt;/a&gt; a um senhor idoso e amoroso?&lt;br /&gt;não fui capaz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-6049760408224751062?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/6049760408224751062/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=6049760408224751062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/6049760408224751062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/6049760408224751062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2008/02/o-amor-fd.html' title='o amor é f*d%!&amp;d@'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-5356991108540187673</id><published>2008-02-07T18:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-07T18:52:15.774Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s what i do'/><title type='text'>embalagem de leite? e agora?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sempre tive dúvidas sobre onde colocar a embalagem do leite depois de vazia. Ecoponto amarelo? Ecoponto azul? Por um lado é uma embalagem.. por outro lado é um embalagem de papel.. Corriam rumores de que dependia de zona para zona.. no alto minho a empresa responsável pela reciclagem agradecia que se pusessem as embalagens de leite no papelão e no algarve já seria no plasticão. Acontece que depois de muito investigar sobre o futuro de uma pobra embalagem de leite.. descubro que agora a directiva é a mesma para todo o país: a próxima vez que beberem o leitinho ponham a embalagem no ECOPONTO AMARELO! afinal de contas.. sempre é uma embalagem e sempre não é só papel.. tem um revistimento de plástico por fora e um de metal por dentro. Mas se você se enganar.. não há nenhum inconveniente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-5356991108540187673?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/5356991108540187673/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=5356991108540187673&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/5356991108540187673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/5356991108540187673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2008/02/embalagem-de-leite-e-agora.html' title='embalagem de leite? e agora?'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-9002649635223606498</id><published>2008-02-06T21:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-07T10:17:31.911Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love it'/><title type='text'>sempre achei</title><content type='html'>Arcade Fire talvez fosse das minhas bandas favoritas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas depois &lt;a href="http://www.rorrimkcalb.com/arcadefire.html"&gt;disto&lt;/a&gt;, tenho a confirmação :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-9002649635223606498?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/9002649635223606498/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=9002649635223606498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/9002649635223606498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/9002649635223606498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2008/02/sempre-achei.html' title='sempre achei'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-1726709898212792261</id><published>2008-01-27T14:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-05T18:16:39.056Z</updated><title type='text'>bom FDS*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sô doutor, um sentimento de estranheza me acompanha. Vamos lá, o semestre acabou e o saldo é francamente positivo para o meu lado pelo que não sei o que se passará comigo. Enfim, quando uma pessoa dá o que tem sem se preocupar com nada, não dá o seu melhor não é? É um facto, não dei o meu melhor. Mas sinto-me bem com o que dei. E também sinto que o dia em que deixarei de distinguir o bem do mal se aproxima... ahah.&lt;br /&gt;Bom FDS a todos e agora com sua licença que tenho imensos filmes para ver, imensos livros para ler, paletes de séries e tantas coisas que quero fazer nesta temporada que se avizinha... e que chamo férias :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*FDS significa, ao contrário do que minha mãe pensa, não fodasse, nem fim-de-semana, mas sim fim-de-semestre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off-topic: &lt;a href="http://poucomaisquegatopingado.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://poucomaisquegatopingado.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; com nova fronha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-1726709898212792261?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/1726709898212792261/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=1726709898212792261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/1726709898212792261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/1726709898212792261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2008/01/bom-fds.html' title='bom FDS*'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-1040200279054888301</id><published>2008-01-21T20:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-05T18:16:59.277Z</updated><title type='text'>é verdadeiro e existe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;O meu amor tem lábios de silêncio &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;e pôs-me a salvo para além da loucura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-1040200279054888301?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-4246331202341326578</id><published>2008-01-16T12:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-05T18:18:02.773Z</updated><title type='text'>big changes about to happen</title><content type='html'>sentem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;começam &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hoje&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-4246331202341326578?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/4246331202341326578/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=4246331202341326578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/4246331202341326578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/4246331202341326578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2008/01/big-changes-about-to-happen.html' title='big changes about to happen'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-6411732830678253231</id><published>2007-12-09T19:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-05T18:17:40.386Z</updated><title type='text'>doei o meu corpo à ciência</title><content type='html'>Autodiagnostiquei-me uma depressão sazonal ao mesmo tempo que tento descobri qual é a dose letal 50 para o chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;oh, como são complicados os Domingos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-6411732830678253231?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/6411732830678253231/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=6411732830678253231&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/6411732830678253231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/6411732830678253231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2007/12/doei-o-meu-corpo-cincia.html' title='doei o meu corpo à ciência'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-7925483285330801044</id><published>2007-11-14T19:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-05T18:17:13.173Z</updated><title type='text'>Foi feitiço</title><content type='html'>Hoje estava no metro quando vejo só mais duas pessoas entrarem, iguais a tantas outras. Uma delas, ja avó, mas com aquele ar de quem-pensa-que-tem-30-anos. A outra, de 6 anos máximo, com um livro do Harry Potter na mãos. A avó, de mão dada a neta, verificava a sua toilet no reflexo das portas do metro, enquanto a neta lhe tentava resumir a história por detrás do Harry Potter..."&lt;strong&gt;O Quem-Nós-Sabemos atacou o Harry Potter mas ele tinha um feitiço de amor, por isso o único mal que lhe aconteceu foi uma cicatriz na testa&lt;/strong&gt;..". Depois tive que sair do metro.. e já só tive tempo de ouvir a avó retorquir "Nem sequer sabes o nome dos maus!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps- tenho um feitiço de amor e o máximo que vocês me conseguem fazer são cócegas (: e sim, sei os vossos nomes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-7925483285330801044?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/7925483285330801044/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=7925483285330801044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/7925483285330801044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/7925483285330801044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2007/11/foi-feitio.html' title='Foi feitiço'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-5771180155940661042</id><published>2007-11-08T09:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:09:04.938Z</updated><title type='text'>Descobri...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/RzLS3qLj-8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bgqIRGRWYDc/s1600-h/flickr-insp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130394779185839042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/RzLS3qLj-8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bgqIRGRWYDc/s200/flickr-insp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Descobri recentemente, apesar de já me ter registado há bastante tempo, um nova ferramenta que me está a ser bastante útil! Um site de compartilhamento de fotos (&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/&lt;/a&gt;) com bastantes potencialidades, que me tem resolvido dois problemas que me atormentavam: o problema de "desperdiçar" memória do computador em fotos e o problema de enviar fotos a muita gente. Assim, com o flickr, tenho a minha vida facilitada entre outros aspectos interessantes que aconselho a explorarem no próprio site. E enfim, ja chega que não me pagam a publicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you can find me here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pistacha/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/pistacha/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-5771180155940661042?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/5771180155940661042/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=5771180155940661042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/5771180155940661042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/5771180155940661042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2007/11/descobri.html' title='Descobri...'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/RzLS3qLj-8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bgqIRGRWYDc/s72-c/flickr-insp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-7676782970522242707</id><published>2007-10-28T14:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:09:05.207Z</updated><title type='text'>Caloira</title><content type='html'>Bonita &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/RySkLkLlwsI/AAAAAAAAABw/jLZFYWaX9OI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126402794452271810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/RySkLkLlwsI/AAAAAAAAABw/jLZFYWaX9OI/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És bonita&lt;br /&gt;E entraste&lt;br /&gt;Na minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem és tu&lt;br /&gt;Flor do desejo&lt;br /&gt;Vinda do Céu&lt;br /&gt;Figura de anjo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caloira vem passar&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite de folia&lt;br /&gt;Pelos bares celebrar&lt;br /&gt;Vamos ver nascer o dia.&lt;br /&gt;Caloira bonita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando te vi&lt;br /&gt;Aparecer&lt;br /&gt;Tudo parou&lt;br /&gt;E eu fiquei a tremer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, não aguento&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma hora&lt;br /&gt;O Prof. fala&lt;br /&gt;E eu quero ir-me embora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caloira vem passar&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite de folia&lt;br /&gt;Pelos bares celebrar&lt;br /&gt;Vamos ver nascer o dia.&lt;br /&gt;Caloira bonita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;uhf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-7676782970522242707?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/7676782970522242707/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=7676782970522242707&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/7676782970522242707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/7676782970522242707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2007/10/caloira.html' title='Caloira'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2rPa0jc0S1w/RySkLkLlwsI/AAAAAAAAABw/jLZFYWaX9OI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-6532368150484551809</id><published>2007-10-25T19:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T19:09:50.770+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desabafo</title><content type='html'>Acho estúpido que se dê mais valor ao que os outros pensem do que ao que nós pensamos. Acho estúpido que sejamos obrigados a cumprimentar toda a gente só porque cai bem mesmo quando não nos apetece. Acho estúpido quando achamos que o nosso sucesso não depende de nós mas do fracasso dos outros. Acho estúpido que se façam amigos com facilidade. Acho estúpido chegar tarde só porque é fashion. Acho estúpido que se usem peles só porque é fashion. Acho estúpido dizer-se fashion só porque é fashion. Acho estúpido deixar mensagens a outras pessoas no nick. Acho o Hi5 estúpido e tudo o que lá se diz. Acho estúpido os condutores só pararem na passadeira quando têm curiosidade e tempo para apreciar quem passa. Acho estúpido este post mas tinha que ser... estúpido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-6532368150484551809?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/6532368150484551809/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=6532368150484551809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/6532368150484551809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/6532368150484551809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2007/10/desabafo.html' title='Desabafo'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-4543022476521506148</id><published>2007-10-24T11:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T18:58:41.202+01:00</updated><title type='text'>felisss</title><content type='html'>Hey-ho, nobody home&lt;br /&gt;No meat no drink nor money have I none&lt;br /&gt;Still I will be very merry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho tudo o que quero? tenho. tenho quem quero. tenho como quero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e agora perguntas..és feliz?&lt;br /&gt;e eu digo-te confiante.. sou (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-4543022476521506148?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/4543022476521506148/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=4543022476521506148&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/4543022476521506148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/4543022476521506148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2007/10/felisss.html' title='felisss'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319848352783644819.post-7875892650988370915</id><published>2007-10-23T11:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T18:17:51.708Z</updated><title type='text'>Sak Vid Pa Kampe</title><content type='html'>Finalmente um blog só meu, já era tempo!&lt;br /&gt;Não sei bem porque escolhi este nome para o blog, e começa a ser cliché explicar o nome dos blogs no primeiro post, pelo que não o vou fazer. Acho que este meu blog, que eu vou passar a referir-me por ismpttmie, tem um nome auto-explicativo o suficiente, acho. Devo só acrescentar que o nome foi inspirado nas &lt;em&gt;CSS&lt;/em&gt; e que &lt;em&gt;Sak Vid Pa Kampe &lt;/em&gt;é um provérbio haitiano (Haiti, Caraíbas, coiso) que significa mais coisa menos coisa como "um saco vazio não se mantém de pé" (perdendo-se quase tudo na tradução).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319848352783644819-7875892650988370915?l=isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/feeds/7875892650988370915/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7319848352783644819&amp;postID=7875892650988370915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/7875892650988370915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319848352783644819/posts/default/7875892650988370915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isellmypaintingstothemenieat.blogspot.com/2007/10/sak-vid-pa-kampe.html' title='Sak Vid Pa Kampe'/><author><name>Pistacha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280745178101761103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://i1.tinypic.com/msel2q.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
