<?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-7055852494523147008</id><updated>2012-01-29T20:41:55.897Z</updated><title type='text'>Cor de Laranja</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-4146676365709867648</id><published>2010-06-18T14:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T14:28:19.040+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saramago</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Coincidências que nos arrepiam a espinha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Terminei hoje a leitura d' A Jangada de Pedra. É um livro que nos dá um nó na cabeça, que nos põe a ansiar sobre o que irá acontecer a seguir... até à última página. Ficamos sem saber o desenlace final, mas parece-me que não era esse o objectivo, ao contrário de tantos outros livros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dos excertos finais diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"(...) o cão parece hipnotizado pelo olhar de Pedro Orce, fita-o, de cabeça baixa e com o pêlo encrespado como se fosse defrontar-se com todas as alcateias do mundo, e então Pedro Orce disse distintamente, palavra a palavra, Já não a sinto, a terra, já não a sinto, os olhos dele escureceram, uma nuvem cinzenta, cor de chumbo, passava no céu, devagar, muito devagar, Maria Guavaira com levíssimos dedos fez descer as pálpebras de Pedro Orce, disse, Está morto, foi então que o cão se aproximou e gritou, como se diz que uma pessoa uiva."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E hoje, também, a notícia. José Saramago partiu para não mais voltar. Mas deixou uma herança enorme a todos nós. Há que saber aproveitá-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/TBt0No3IJuI/AAAAAAAAAY8/JqYdhPWVWxo/s1600/saramago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 388px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/TBt0No3IJuI/AAAAAAAAAY8/JqYdhPWVWxo/s400/saramago.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484104748909471458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-4146676365709867648?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/4146676365709867648/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=4146676365709867648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/4146676365709867648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/4146676365709867648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2010/06/saramago.html' title='Saramago'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/TBt0No3IJuI/AAAAAAAAAY8/JqYdhPWVWxo/s72-c/saramago.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-6319010933835938117</id><published>2010-02-24T10:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-24T10:22:08.721Z</updated><title type='text'>Weee!! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.siemens-home.pt/catálogo-de-produtos/frigoríficos-e-congeladores/frigoríficos/combinados/KG36VX46.html?source=browse"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441753098857904578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/S4T9nJzOecI/AAAAAAAAAXs/6skKr8rIXk0/s400/siemens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Obrigada!! :)&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/7055852494523147008-6319010933835938117?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/6319010933835938117/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=6319010933835938117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/6319010933835938117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/6319010933835938117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2010/02/weee.html' title='Weee!! :)'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/S4T9nJzOecI/AAAAAAAAAXs/6skKr8rIXk0/s72-c/siemens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-4052322590314477334</id><published>2010-01-13T10:50:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-13T10:59:23.334Z</updated><title type='text'>Just Breathe...</title><content type='html'>Yes, I understand that every life must end, uh-huh&lt;br /&gt;As we sit alone, I know someday we must go, uh-huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh I'm a lucky man, to count on both hands the ones I love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some folks just have one, yeah, others, they've got none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me...&lt;br /&gt;Let's just breathe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practiced all my sins, never gonna let me win, uh-huh&lt;br /&gt;Under everything, just another human being, uh-huh&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hurt, there's so much in this world to make me believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me&lt;br /&gt;You're all I see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did I say that I need you?&lt;br /&gt;Did I say that I want you?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if I didn't I'm a fool you see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows this more than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I come clean...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder everyday, as I look upon your face, uh-huh&lt;br /&gt;Everything you gave&lt;br /&gt;And nothing you would save, oh no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you would take&lt;br /&gt;Everything you gave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did I say that I need you?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I say that I want you?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if I didn't I'm a fool you see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows this more than me&lt;br /&gt;And I come clean, ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you would take&lt;br /&gt;Everything you gave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hold me til I die&lt;br /&gt;Meet you on the other side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/08y42pJLJ6s&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=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/08y42pJLJ6s&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-4052322590314477334?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/4052322590314477334/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=4052322590314477334&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/4052322590314477334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/4052322590314477334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-breathe.html' title='Just Breathe...'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-7153733256078010177</id><published>2010-01-07T23:44:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-07T23:48:48.227Z</updated><title type='text'>Coisas que ninguém sabe explicar</title><content type='html'>O ser humano foi dotado de uma enorme capacidade de raciocínio, permitindo-lhe evoluir e distinguir-se dos seus parentes do reino animal. Mas nem toda a racionalidade do mundo nos protege, porque nós não fomos feitos para lidar com a dor da perda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Hoping for better days to come...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-7153733256078010177?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/7153733256078010177/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=7153733256078010177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/7153733256078010177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/7153733256078010177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2010/01/coisas-que-ninguem-sabe-explicar.html' title='Coisas que ninguém sabe explicar'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-5328317799869368295</id><published>2009-12-30T00:54:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-30T01:05:47.003Z</updated><title type='text'>Fofices!!</title><content type='html'>Olhem, olhem, o que me apareceu hoje cá em casa!! É fofinho, amarelo, lindo e parece que gosta de "lavar" loiça! Para já, aparenta ser calminho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergunta do dia - como é que se vai chamar?? Aceitam-se sugestões, desde que não incluam nomes de pessoas! :) E Marley não vale! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SzqnD_MiNsI/AAAAAAAAAXc/d9CMY7C1xLo/s1600-h/DSC00381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SzqnD_MiNsI/AAAAAAAAAXc/d9CMY7C1xLo/s400/DSC00381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420828788439267010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SzqnDiPjXYI/AAAAAAAAAXU/iNiSBfriMQU/s1600-h/HPIM3308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SzqnDiPjXYI/AAAAAAAAAXU/iNiSBfriMQU/s400/HPIM3308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420828780667297154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SzqnEJ9C34I/AAAAAAAAAXk/jQSt0K1Jawc/s1600-h/DSC00383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SzqnEJ9C34I/AAAAAAAAAXk/jQSt0K1Jawc/s400/DSC00383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420828791327088514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-5328317799869368295?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/5328317799869368295/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=5328317799869368295&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/5328317799869368295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/5328317799869368295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2009/12/fofices.html' title='Fofices!!'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SzqnD_MiNsI/AAAAAAAAAXc/d9CMY7C1xLo/s72-c/DSC00381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-4296207675912466475</id><published>2009-12-07T18:36:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-16T21:27:36.725Z</updated><title type='text'>Adoro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span&gt;...luzes de Natal na Baixa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...montes de gente na rua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...os Beatles a espreitar na esquina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/Sx1LHm_PvQI/AAAAAAAAAXI/dVJxzZiqGSs/s1600-h/image-upload-73-774051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/Sx1LHm_PvQI/AAAAAAAAAXI/dVJxzZiqGSs/s320/image-upload-73-774051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-4296207675912466475?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/4296207675912466475/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=4296207675912466475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/4296207675912466475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/4296207675912466475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2009/12/adoro.html' title='Adoro...'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/Sx1LHm_PvQI/AAAAAAAAAXI/dVJxzZiqGSs/s72-c/image-upload-73-774051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-3467060996694533373</id><published>2009-12-04T17:58:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-04T18:03:09.377Z</updated><title type='text'>Perguntas Parvas</title><content type='html'>Este não é um blog de piadas, como outros tantos que há por aí, mas não resisto a estas de perguntas parvas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Quando te vêem deitado, de olhos fechados, na tua cama, com a luz apagada e te perguntam:&lt;br /&gt;- Estás a dormir?&lt;br /&gt;- Não! Estou a treinar para morrer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando levamos um electrodoméstico para a reparação e o técnico pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;- Está avariado?&lt;br /&gt;- Não!... É que ele estava cansado de estar em casa e eu trouxe-o para passear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando está a chover e percebem que vais sair à chuva, perguntam:&lt;br /&gt;- Vais sair com esta chuva???&lt;br /&gt;- Não, vou sair com a próxima...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando acabaste de te levantar e vem um idiota (sempre) e pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;- Já acordaste?&lt;br /&gt;- Não. Sou sonâmbulo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu amigo liga para tua casa e pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;- Onde estás?&lt;br /&gt;- No Pólo Norte! Um furacão trouxe a minha casa para cá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabas de tomar banho e alguém pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;- Tomaste banho?&lt;br /&gt;- Não!... Está a chover no WC!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entras num restaurante, às 20h30, o empregado abre a porta e pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;- Boa Noite! É para jantar?&lt;br /&gt;- Não, eu vinha para jogar ténis, mas como tem estas mesas todas no meio do caminho, venho cá noutro dia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-3467060996694533373?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/3467060996694533373/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=3467060996694533373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/3467060996694533373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/3467060996694533373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2009/12/perguntas-parvas.html' title='Perguntas Parvas'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-4238636855960179099</id><published>2009-09-28T22:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T13:33:06.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>FABULOUS!!! - Green Day, Lisboa, Sep 29, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SsEv3wvSJxI/AAAAAAAAAXA/DgmAiOuRxc0/s1600-h/image-upload-42-787444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SsEv3wvSJxI/AAAAAAAAAXA/DgmAiOuRxc0/s320/image-upload-42-787444.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For what it's worth, it was worth all the while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-4238636855960179099?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/4238636855960179099/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=4238636855960179099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/4238636855960179099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/4238636855960179099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2009/09/fabulous.html' title='FABULOUS!!! - Green Day, Lisboa, Sep 29, 2009'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SsEv3wvSJxI/AAAAAAAAAXA/DgmAiOuRxc0/s72-c/image-upload-42-787444.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-2837842603605961839</id><published>2009-09-26T16:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T16:15:51.935+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O último dia do Verão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/Sr4wJmM4JwI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Z2-RwuNI8tQ/s1600-h/image-upload-399-750046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/Sr4wJmM4JwI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Z2-RwuNI8tQ/s320/image-upload-399-750046.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Na praia da Figueirinha, aproveitando os últimos raios de Sol (quente) de 2009...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-2837842603605961839?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/2837842603605961839/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=2837842603605961839&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/2837842603605961839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/2837842603605961839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-ultimo-dia-do-verao.html' title='O último dia do Verão'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/Sr4wJmM4JwI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Z2-RwuNI8tQ/s72-c/image-upload-399-750046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-2885547583146347155</id><published>2009-08-18T23:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T00:06:08.778+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim de Tarde na Costa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/So3WTbadfXI/AAAAAAAAAWw/LZgwM6oqX8o/s1600-h/CIMG0605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/So3WTbadfXI/AAAAAAAAAWw/LZgwM6oqX8o/s400/CIMG0605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372185559787470194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/So3TKCF62-I/AAAAAAAAAWg/QbWwWiDae4g/s1600-h/CIMG0604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/So3TKCF62-I/AAAAAAAAAWg/QbWwWiDae4g/s400/CIMG0604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372182099836722146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/So3TJn-8xYI/AAAAAAAAAWY/VTWcB5oCCAs/s1600-h/CIMG0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/So3TJn-8xYI/AAAAAAAAAWY/VTWcB5oCCAs/s400/CIMG0602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372182092828165506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/So3TJKwMfqI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/pQifc4NJdQM/s1600-h/CIMG0597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: 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href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/2885547583146347155/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=2885547583146347155&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/2885547583146347155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/2885547583146347155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2009/08/fim-de-tarde-na-costa.html' title='Fim de Tarde na Costa'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/So3WTbadfXI/AAAAAAAAAWw/LZgwM6oqX8o/s72-c/CIMG0605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-6993260837337580083</id><published>2009-08-14T20:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T00:06:59.230+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Enigma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SoW4vfCnFzI/AAAAAAAAAWA/2nQ5wkTM-SI/s1600-h/image-upload-28-765729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SoW4vfCnFzI/AAAAAAAAAWA/2nQ5wkTM-SI/s320/image-upload-28-765729.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto é um pacote de "bolachas recheadas de pêra e chocolate" (citando a embalagem). Na lista de ingredientes podemos também ler "26% de recheio de fruta (15% de sultanas, 4,5% de uvas secas, ... , [outros 4 ingredientes], concentrado de pêra (equivalente a 1,3% de pêra), 9,5% de pepitas de chocolate, ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Enigma - porque raio salientaram a pêra, se na verdade é uma bolacha com uva passa, com um pedacinho de chocolate e nada mais que um aroma de pêra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-6993260837337580083?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/6993260837337580083/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=6993260837337580083&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/6993260837337580083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/6993260837337580083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2009/08/enigma.html' title='Enigma'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SoW4vfCnFzI/AAAAAAAAAWA/2nQ5wkTM-SI/s72-c/image-upload-28-765729.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-375290298145541390</id><published>2009-07-06T15:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:05:18.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SlIINqt8cqI/AAAAAAAAAVE/y7AZycFIa28/s1600-h/image-upload-27-738426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SlIINqt8cqI/AAAAAAAAAVE/y7AZycFIa28/s320/image-upload-27-738426.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da minha janela eu vejo o mundo... :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-375290298145541390?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/375290298145541390/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=375290298145541390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/375290298145541390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/375290298145541390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2009/07/lagos.html' title='Lagos'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SlIINqt8cqI/AAAAAAAAAVE/y7AZycFIa28/s72-c/image-upload-27-738426.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-4733860747010576908</id><published>2009-06-30T23:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:52:33.925+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Miguel Sousa Tavares</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.releituras.com/biofotos/mstavares.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 173px;" src="http://www.releituras.com/biofotos/mstavares.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um &lt;a href="http://clix.expresso.pt/esta-noite-sonhei-com-mario-lino=f523352"&gt;artigo&lt;/a&gt; de MST a não perder!&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/7055852494523147008-4733860747010576908?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/4733860747010576908/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=4733860747010576908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/4733860747010576908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/4733860747010576908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2009/06/miguel-sousa-tavares.html' title='Miguel Sousa Tavares'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-4971882938670005949</id><published>2009-06-25T13:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:26:49.613+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pingu</title><content type='html'>Apresento-vos o Pingu, o mais recente inquilino do meu quintal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SkKxSAhYP8I/AAAAAAAAAUc/JMnm4jhamvk/s1600-h/pingu3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SkKxSAhYP8I/AAAAAAAAAUc/JMnm4jhamvk/s320/pingu3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351034230205333442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Que, imagine-se!, adora folhas secas da pereira-abacate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SkKxSQ_em0I/AAAAAAAAAUk/U8m1ccJgz4A/s1600-h/pingu2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SkKxSQ_em0I/AAAAAAAAAUk/U8m1ccJgz4A/s320/pingu2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351034234626546498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SkKxSkFDfcI/AAAAAAAAAUs/C8a2OzW4WlA/s1600-h/pingu1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SkKxSkFDfcI/AAAAAAAAAUs/C8a2OzW4WlA/s320/pingu1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351034239750208962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Os antigos inquilinos do meu quintal (não convidados, há que referir), não se sentiram minimamente intimidados com a presença desta espécie de orelha comprida, que se calhar até pensam que é mais um gato esquisito. E portanto continuam a abancar alegremente no meu quintal, e até ficam em amena cavaqueira com o Sr. Pingu. Pingu, tens de impor mais respeito no teu território!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SkKxTNBTQQI/AAAAAAAAAU8/3urywGEkVO8/s1600-h/pingu_gatos2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SkKxTNBTQQI/AAAAAAAAAU8/3urywGEkVO8/s320/pingu_gatos2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351034250740318466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SkKxSz9IfXI/AAAAAAAAAU0/ErcIMc55PKA/s1600-h/pingu_gatos1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SkKxSz9IfXI/AAAAAAAAAU0/ErcIMc55PKA/s320/pingu_gatos1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351034244011949426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-4971882938670005949?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/4971882938670005949/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=4971882938670005949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/4971882938670005949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/4971882938670005949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2009/06/pingu.html' title='Pingu'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SkKxSAhYP8I/AAAAAAAAAUc/JMnm4jhamvk/s72-c/pingu3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-6928880653360369683</id><published>2009-06-24T23:46:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T00:10:21.112+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O fim do Cornetto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Descrição deliciosa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Dar o fim do Cornetto, aquele bocadinho de cone com chocolate concentrado, é assim como dar a fatia do meio da torrada ou o único pastel de Belém quentinho que ficou no pacote. Dar isso é dar o maior amor do mundo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.timeout.pt/news.asp?id_news=3745"&gt;Time Out Lisboa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;, edição de 24.06.2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-6928880653360369683?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/6928880653360369683/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=6928880653360369683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/6928880653360369683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/6928880653360369683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-fim-do-cornetto.html' title='O fim do Cornetto'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-6045377476586574188</id><published>2009-05-24T22:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:15:19.587+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ora toma lá Manuela!</title><content type='html'>Só tenho um comentário possível - "Ah ah ah ah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5K_F53MXVrc&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;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5K_F53MXVrc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manuela ouviu e calou!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-6045377476586574188?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/6045377476586574188/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=6045377476586574188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/6045377476586574188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/6045377476586574188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2009/05/ora-toma-la-manuela.html' title='Ora toma lá Manuela!'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-4591269025781046474</id><published>2009-05-24T00:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T01:03:32.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Odisseia!</title><content type='html'>Mas qual foi o fenómeno que atravessou os almadenses em determinada época da história, que actualmente torna quase impossível a procura de casa nesta cidade sem que se tropece numa "marquise"! Malditas marquises, autênticas aberrações da arquitectura (ou lá do que é!)...&lt;br /&gt;Como é que alguém, no seu perfeito juízo, olha para uma varanda e pensa "Ah, uma varanda... Mas o que ficava aqui mesmo mesmo bem era um corredio de janelas de vidro fosco com motivos florais para tapar isto tudo e fazer uma marquise!" ? E depois, como se não bastasse, vai e faz mesmo a dita marquise!&lt;br /&gt;E depois, os senhores promotores imobiliários, exibem as marquises como se de troféus se tratassem "ah e esta casa tem uma marquise de 8m2!". Eu cá acharia que uma varanda, onde se poderia eventualmente sair para apanhar ar e sol na cara seria bastante mais útil, mas enfim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiiii...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-4591269025781046474?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/4591269025781046474/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=4591269025781046474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/4591269025781046474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/4591269025781046474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2009/05/odisseia.html' title='A Odisseia!'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-2553686848747759707</id><published>2009-05-05T08:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:40:30.667+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento do Dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/Sf_sFK6QUKI/AAAAAAAAAT4/BTX0hXPi2Q0/s1600-h/image-upload-210-784174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/Sf_sFK6QUKI/AAAAAAAAAT4/BTX0hXPi2Q0/s320/image-upload-210-784174.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I can publish my blog from virtually anywhere, why should I Twitter? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foto&lt;/span&gt; - descubra o que é isto! Uma pista - é do lado de cá do rio. Eheh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-2553686848747759707?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/2553686848747759707/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=2553686848747759707&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/2553686848747759707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/2553686848747759707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2009/05/pensamento-do-dia.html' title='Pensamento do Dia'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/Sf_sFK6QUKI/AAAAAAAAAT4/BTX0hXPi2Q0/s72-c/image-upload-210-784174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-3532177206867400736</id><published>2009-05-03T23:38:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T00:11:52.828+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu não resisto! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Jason Mraz &amp;amp; James Morrison "Details in the fabric"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/qlHBGlVVHUs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&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;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/qlHBGlVVHUs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Jason Mraz - Make it Mine (em Lisboa, Live @ Campo Pequeno, 19Mar2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/LQ9CRtINThc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/LQ9CRtINThc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Jason Mraz - Mr. Curiosity (em Lisboa, Live @ Campo Pequeno, 19Mar2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/NAntPmzgXig&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/NAntPmzgXig&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Don't ever let your mind stop you&lt;br /&gt;from havin' a good time&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/7055852494523147008-3532177206867400736?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/3532177206867400736/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=3532177206867400736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/3532177206867400736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/3532177206867400736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2009/05/jason-mraz-james-morrison-details-in.html' title='Eu não resisto! :)'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-3971554849291371536</id><published>2009-05-01T20:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T21:43:57.474+01:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SftPmbrOikI/AAAAAAAAATw/l9jkWFzdygs/s1600-h/image-upload-9-781826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SftPmbrOikI/AAAAAAAAATw/l9jkWFzdygs/s320/image-upload-9-781826.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Spring has arrived!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-3971554849291371536?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/3971554849291371536/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=3971554849291371536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/3971554849291371536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/3971554849291371536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2009/05/fyi.html' title='FYI'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SftPmbrOikI/AAAAAAAAATw/l9jkWFzdygs/s72-c/image-upload-9-781826.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-1903818561578931084</id><published>2009-04-26T09:22:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T11:31:56.971+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem inspiração para escrever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deixo-vos dois vídeos sobre as alterações climáticas e os seus efeitos. Atenção - são deprimentes. Mas espero que cumpram o objectivo de nos deixar a pensar nas nossas atitudes e responsabilidades para com o planeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Global Warming. When you feel it, it's already too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-68752d24407ee90c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=68752d24407ee90c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/1903818561578931084/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=1903818561578931084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/1903818561578931084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/1903818561578931084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2009/04/sem-inspiracao-para-escrever.html' title='Sem inspiração para escrever...'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-8430026345235403412</id><published>2009-04-25T21:26:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:39:25.512+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para perceber isto não é preciso andar no Cervantes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aqui vai um excerto de uma prenda que me deram:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"La única relación extraña fue la que mantuve durante años con la fiel Damiana. Era casi una niña, aindiada, fuerte y montaraz, de palabras breves y terminantes, que se movía descalza para no disturbarme mientras escribía. Recuerdo que yo estaba leyendo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;La lozana andaluza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt; en la hamaca del corredor, y la vi por casualidad inclinada en el lavadore con una pollera tan corta que dejaba al descubierto sus corvas suculentas. Presa de una fiebre irresistible se la levanté por detrás, le bajé las mutandas hasta las rodillas y embestí en reversa. Ay, señor, dijo ella, con un quejido lúgubre, eso no se hizo para entrar sino para salir. Un temblor profundo le estremeció el cuerpo, pero se mantuvo firme. Humillado por haberla humillado quise pagarle el doble de lo que costaban las más caras de entonces, pero no aceptó ni un ochavo, y tuve que aumentarle el sueldo con el cálculo de una monta al mes, siempre mientras lavaba la ropa y siempre en sentido contrario."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Gabriel Garcia Márquez,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; en &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Memoria de mis putas tristes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o título do livro nos deixa de sobrolho arqueado pensando "sobre que será este livro?" - não haja dúvidas - o título corresponde 100% ao conteúdo. Não sendo esta a minha passagem preferida (até porque ainda não o acabei de ler), foi sem dúvida a mais impactante até agora! :) Deixo-vos para que saibam as prendas que me andam a oferecer! lolol! (Não se preocupem, o livro é giro, e não é todo no mesmo tom deste excerto.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-8430026345235403412?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/8430026345235403412/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=8430026345235403412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/8430026345235403412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/8430026345235403412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2009/04/para-perceber-isto-nao-e-preciso-andar.html' title='Para perceber isto não é preciso andar no Cervantes'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-5616984096664871207</id><published>2009-04-23T00:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T00:56:59.774+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagem Refrescada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vibrant.com/images/cables/mess-unmanaged-gruzuk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 250px;" src="http://www.vibrant.com/images/cables/mess-unmanaged-gruzuk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pois é, o Biló Laranja renovou-se. Já estava na altura! Fico a aguardar as opiniões!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aproveito entretanto para deixar um pedido de ajuda a quem percebe de HTML (que não é o meu caso!!), para resolver 2 questões:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ol style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quero voltar a pôr a barra da Blogger lá em cima de tudo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Como é que eu tiro, aqui da parte de baixo do post o "leave a comment...0 comments", de modo a ficar apenas aquele balãozinho que está ali no canto superior direito?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WebDesigners, tenham a bondade de me auxiliar!! loool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-5616984096664871207?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/5616984096664871207/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=5616984096664871207&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/5616984096664871207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/5616984096664871207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2009/04/imagem-refrescada.html' title='Imagem Refrescada'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-5401783100540857256</id><published>2009-04-18T23:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:05:06.035+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ontem foi o dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...EM QUE O NUNO É QUE ESPEROU POR NÓS!!! É um dia verdadeiramente memorável!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além disso, foi também um grande dia (noite, vá), por terem estado todos comigo! E por me fazerem apagar as velas do bar... lol! :) Obrigada a todos!&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/7055852494523147008-5401783100540857256?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/5401783100540857256/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=5401783100540857256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/5401783100540857256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/5401783100540857256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2009/04/ontem-foi-o-dia.html' title='Ontem foi o dia...'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-1276249949715966966</id><published>2009-04-16T15:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T15:11:13.145+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não se pode deixar de assinalar um grande dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394273595_cd7f26a68b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 450px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/394273595_cd7f26a68b.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-1276249949715966966?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/1276249949715966966/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=1276249949715966966&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/1276249949715966966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/1276249949715966966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2009/04/nao-se-pode-deixar-de-assinalar-um.html' title='Não se pode deixar de assinalar um grande dia...'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-8070191196232500540</id><published>2009-04-14T23:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:56:52.776+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem é que se 'alembra' disto?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SeUREsRvinI/AAAAAAAAATQ/DNdVzAc-w3Q/s1600-h/image-upload-7-782446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SeUREsRvinI/AAAAAAAAATQ/DNdVzAc-w3Q/s320/image-upload-7-782446.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Um prémio para a xuxu mais rápida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-8070191196232500540?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/8070191196232500540/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=8070191196232500540&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/8070191196232500540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/8070191196232500540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2009/04/quem-e-que-se-disto.html' title='Quem é que se &amp;#39;alembra&amp;#39; disto?'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SeUREsRvinI/AAAAAAAAATQ/DNdVzAc-w3Q/s72-c/image-upload-7-782446.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-7403066554210963429</id><published>2009-04-14T20:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:57:02.865+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Franz Yoseph!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SeTdwVQ7l_I/AAAAAAAAATI/UVPI6gpbtJM/s1600-h/image-upload-43-745325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SeTdwVQ7l_I/AAAAAAAAATI/UVPI6gpbtJM/s320/image-upload-43-745325.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Continuamos a aguardar ansiosamente a tua dissertação sobre o vaso sanitário holandês!&lt;br /&gt;E ja alguém descobriu como se chamam as pessoas que vivem em Amesterdão?&lt;br /&gt;Franz Yoseph, aguardamos a tua informação inútil!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-7403066554210963429?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/7403066554210963429/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=7403066554210963429&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/7403066554210963429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/7403066554210963429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2009/04/franz-yoseph.html' title='Franz Yoseph!!'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SeTdwVQ7l_I/AAAAAAAAATI/UVPI6gpbtJM/s72-c/image-upload-43-745325.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-7902228752268292576</id><published>2009-04-14T00:00:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T00:05:10.157+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não resisti</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Este Garfield está lindo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.ucomics.com/comics/ga/2009/ga090413.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 123px;" src="http://images.ucomics.com/comics/ga/2009/ga090413.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;14.Abr.2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-7902228752268292576?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/7902228752268292576/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=7902228752268292576&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/7902228752268292576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/7902228752268292576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2009/04/nao-resisti.html' title='Não resisti'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-5537827360896435758</id><published>2009-04-11T01:08:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:19:29.649+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vida é Bela</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/Sd_f9eV6VMI/AAAAAAAAASo/m8Bm7miX1nU/s1600-h/DSC00192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/Sd_f9eV6VMI/AAAAAAAAASo/m8Bm7miX1nU/s400/DSC00192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323219531785196738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sou uma pessoa de sorte. O meu Avô tem uma casa cuja paisagem é esta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Quando temos aquela vontade de fugir da confusão, este é o sítio perfeito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Em plena encosta norte do Douro, onde é indiscutível a perfeição da Natureza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/Sd_gZs8mg5I/AAAAAAAAAS4/WLp0GDMjb8U/s1600-h/DSC00212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/Sd_gZs8mg5I/AAAAAAAAAS4/WLp0GDMjb8U/s400/DSC00212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323220016741909394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-5537827360896435758?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/5537827360896435758/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=5537827360896435758&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/5537827360896435758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/5537827360896435758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2009/04/sou-uma-pessoa-de-sorte.html' title='A Vida é Bela'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/Sd_f9eV6VMI/AAAAAAAAASo/m8Bm7miX1nU/s72-c/DSC00192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-3540810869860810561</id><published>2009-03-30T21:46:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:23:41.848+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinder é Bueno, e Bueno é Bom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;AMSTERDAM 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só para avisar que já voltei! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo um breve resumo dos km's percorridos a pé em cada um dos dias, ficando a promessa de que a respectiva reportagem fotográfica (e filmográfica) há-de vir. E que os senhores da Groundforce Portugal terão o que os espera! (muahahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Dia 26.03 - 8,3km&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saída de Lisboa às 07h00 e chegada a Amesterdão às 11h00 (hora local).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ainda no aeroporto, à espera da Andreia - "Olha, escoceses de kilt!" (mal sabíamos nós!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Viagem de Schiphol até ao Centro, para ir buscar as chaves do HouseBoat. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chuva. Malas às costas. Ainda sem ideia das distâncias a percorrer = Viagem de táxi um pouco + cara do que o previsto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chegada à HouseBoat - UAU! Só é pena o WC... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Reconhecimento da área envolvente... Encontrámos, além de um LIDL que afinal estava aberto, o Albert Heijn (supermercado) onde fizémos todas as compras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Encontrámos também o Albert Cuypmarkt, sem querer. Um mercado de rua ENORME, que vende de TUDO! Desde roupa, verduras, flores, carne, peixe... E bugigangas para turista, essas não faltam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Dia 27.03 - 10,8km&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dia dos Museus! Por acaso, encontrámos também o "I amsterdam". De manhã o Van Gogh Museum, à tarde o Rijksmuseum (pronunciem como se estivessem com problemas em clarear a garganta). Ambos muito bons. Aconselha-se sempre levar alguém que tenha muita informação inútil na cabeça e que goste de a partilhar com os outros (eheh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ainda tivémos tempo para ir ver o Heineken Experience. Fico à espera de um certo vídeo que duas certas pessoas por lá fizeram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Olha, mais escoceses!!" Instala-se a dúvida geral - Será que têm alguma coisa por baixo do kilt?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O descanso dos justos - lá provámos algo típico de Amsterdam - Panquecas! E não é que eram boas? Quanto ao arenque e às batatas fritas com maionese, já lá vamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enquanto se prepara o jantar, há quem decida praticar artes marciais (duvidosas). É a chamada culinária de "fusão".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Dia 28.03 - 9,9km&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;De manhã, há quem opte por utilizar as pantufas cor de rosa de outra pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dia de vadiagem! Saída em direcção a Praça de Dam, para visitar o De Bijenkorf (O cortiço). Que afinal não passava de mais uma Department Store, tal qual o El Corte Inglés.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A Praça de Dam é gira, mas neste dia não a conseguimos ver muito bem, tal era a manta de escoceses que a cobria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Depois de um belo almoço no McDonald's (lol!), lá fomos ver a casa de Anne Frank. Embora se esperasse ter uma experiência mais profunda, ainda assim sentimos o terror que a casa perspirava por todos os poros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Confirma-se que a TNT é quem opera o correio na Holanda!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para alegrar, seguimos directos à Condomerie (sim, de Condom, a.k.a. loja que vende toda a espécie de preservativos, e mais alguns!), atravessando Dam e o mar de escoceses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; - Foi aqui que ficámos a saber a resposta à dúvida de há pouco!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O arenque sabe a salsicha de lata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Imperdível, e não saindo muito do tema, lá vamos para o famoso Red Light District. Um pouco (muito) decadente, toda a exposição humana, como se de um talho se tratasse. Sim, vê-se por lá de tudo. Mas não se vê tudo, porque há cortinas que tapam as montras quando necessário! :P Daqui fotos haverá muito poucas - não é socialmente aceitável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Numa pausa em casa até ser hora de fazer o jantar, há quem se divirta a imitar patos, vacas e outros animais diversos do zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;À "noute", e depois de um Bacalhau-a-Brás/Ovos com Salsichas (a culpa é das batatas, e não da xuxu!!), directos à Rembrandtplein, ao 3 Sisters Pub. Que, para variar, estava cheio de escoceses. E sim, voltámos a saber a resposta à dúvida de há pouco sobre os kilts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Dia 29.03 - 6,4km&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last Day! Mercado das Flores (ou Bloemenmarkt) era o destino. À espera de vermos um mar de flores, encontrámos um mar de bolbos e mais bugigangas para turista. Ainda assim, há umas fotos engraçadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Era um dia sem destino, e conseguimos tropeçar também num Artmarkt, onde vários artistas expunham e vendiam as suas obras (algumas muito giras, mas o dinheiro já não abundava).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Há quem passe 4 dias a dizer que quer batata frita com maionese para depois ir comprar batata frita com ketchup... (DAH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Da praxe, um cruzeiro pelos canais. Que se tinha durado mais de uma hora, talvez não tivesse tido a mesma graça. Dos canais ainda se pode observar melhor os prédios TORTOS que abundam pela cidade. Sim, mesmo tortos, tipo a cair para a frente ou para o lado, devido ao aluimento das terras (?) que o sustentam (?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Dia 30.03 - 5,8km&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Depois de uma noite mal (ou pouco) dormida, não fizémos mais nada além de nos arrastarmos a nós e às malas até Schiphol, para depois virmos a dormir durante quase todo o tempo do vôo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Durante o vôo, além de dormir ressonadamente, há quem aproveite para fazer amizade/guia turístico com senhoras holandesas de idade avançada. E o álcool não foi desculpa desta vez!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;À chegada, ainda antes de podermos sair do avião, assistimos descontraidamente ao trabalho de qualidade da Groundforce Portugal, e do tratamento de luxo providenciado às bagagens dos passageiros. Nós por cá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Façam as contas - Fizemos mais de 40km a pé em 5 dias! :)&lt;br /&gt;Quando houver fotos, há mais! E agora adeus, que amanhã é dia de trabalho... SCHUINF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SdFE6SnA05I/AAAAAAAAASg/G3Iu6rUwdXs/s1600-h/HPIM2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SdFE6SnA05I/AAAAAAAAASg/G3Iu6rUwdXs/s400/HPIM2009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319108403119838098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pormenor do chão no Red Light District.&lt;br /&gt;Detalhe importante - o chão em questão rodeia uma igreja, que já foi (ou é, já não sei), um convento, que está situado exactamente no centro do Red Light. Contrastes? Assim é Amesterdão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-3540810869860810561?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/3540810869860810561/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=3540810869860810561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/3540810869860810561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/3540810869860810561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2009/03/kinder-e-bueno-e-bueno-e-bom.html' title='Kinder é Bueno, e Bueno é Bom!'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SdFE6SnA05I/AAAAAAAAASg/G3Iu6rUwdXs/s72-c/HPIM2009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-4774930747312879220</id><published>2009-03-20T11:39:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:48:44.867Z</updated><title type='text'>Ladies and gentlemen... This is Jason Mraz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blitz.aeiou.pt/iv/0/157/231/2160887a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 580px; height: 386px;" src="http://blitz.aeiou.pt/iv/0/157/231/2160887a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Campo Pequeno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;19-Mar-2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;O fervor da primeira música quase fez esquecer as 2 horas de espera (quase). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um concerto memorável, um artista como poucos deverão existir. A versatilidade da voz impressionante, e perfeitamente demonstrada no solo da senhora gorda da ópera (Mr. Curiosity) e num despique com um dos saxofonistas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; A interacção com o público, fantástica, espectadores encantados pela magia do artista. Cantámos e dançámos sem cansaço do princípio ao fim. Nas palavras de uma grande amiga, entrámos no verão durante 2 horas. Só faltava a praiazinha e o sol do Havai. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apesar de 2 horas de um concerto espectacular, são ainda assim imperdoáveis as faltas de You and I, Wordplay e Life is Wonderful, músicas eleitas como das melhores do portfolio por fãs que já o conhecem bem antes de ter aparecido o último CD e de I'm Yours se ter tornado um hit de rádio (sim, I'm Yours não é uma música nova). Mas aguardaremos o(s) regresso(s) no futuro, esperando poder um dia assistir a todas as músicas que gostaríamos.&lt;br /&gt;A não perder a crítica da &lt;a href="http://blitz.aeiou.pt/gen.pl?p=stories&amp;amp;op=view&amp;amp;fokey=bz.stories/42560"&gt;Blitz&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-4774930747312879220?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/4774930747312879220/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=4774930747312879220&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/4774930747312879220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/4774930747312879220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2009/03/ladies-and-gentlemen-this-is-jason-mraz.html' title='Ladies and gentlemen... This is Jason Mraz'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-6312734637789279284</id><published>2009-03-16T22:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:57:29.515Z</updated><title type='text'>Aviso à População</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Caríssimas Senhoras e Caríssimos Senhores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Venho por este meio informar do seguinte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando observarem um veículo iluminado na parte traseira com umas luzes de cor branca (ou apenas uma luz branca do lado direito), isso significa que o dito veículo se encontra em manobra de marcha - atrás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ou seja, vai andar, PARA TRÁS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ou seja, DEVERÃO FAZER OS POSSÍVEIS PARA SE MANTEREM LONGE DO DITO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pois se v.Exa. não se mete à frente de um carro em andamento em sentido frontal, não tem nada que se colocar atrás de um veículo em sentido traseiro! Até porque o condutor do dito terá a visibilidade altamente reduzida, pois, mesmo com as novas tecnologias e todos os espelhos e vidros traseiros ampliados, O DE TRÁS CONTINUA A SER CEGUINHO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Por isso, população, agradece-se cuidado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sem mais temas de momento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Subscrevo-me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Laranjinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-6312734637789279284?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/6312734637789279284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=6312734637789279284&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/6312734637789279284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/6312734637789279284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2009/03/aviso-populacao.html' title='Aviso à População'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-2227603223271928172</id><published>2009-02-19T22:54:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:55:43.712Z</updated><title type='text'>Por falar em anúncios giros...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aqui está uma pura acção de street marketing. Da T-Mobile, com o lema "Life's for sharing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VQ3d3KigPQM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=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/VQ3d3KigPQM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-2227603223271928172?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/2227603223271928172/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=2227603223271928172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/2227603223271928172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/2227603223271928172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2009/02/por-falar-em-anuncios-giros.html' title='Por falar em anúncios giros...'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-5403928997784464991</id><published>2009-02-12T10:10:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:08:28.671Z</updated><title type='text'>A houseboat in the canal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como dizia a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://dias-longos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; no outro dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ena pá, ena pá, ena pá, ena pá, ena pá, ena pá, ena pá, ena pá, ena pá, ena pá, ena pá,ena pá, ena pá, ena pá,ena pá, ena pá, ena pá,ena pá, ena pá, ena pá,ena pá, ena pá, ena pá,ena pá, ena pá, ena pá,ena pá, ena pá, ena pá,ena pá, ena pá, ena pá,ena pá, ena pá, ena pá,ena pá, ena pá, ena pá, (....), ena pá,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;QUE FIXE!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Lá vamos nós a caminho de Amsterdam, com um alojamento magnífico numa Casa-barco no meio dos canais! Mais típico não podia ser!! ihih!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/e334908/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amsterdamhouse.com/pictures/houseboats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://www.amsterdamhouse.com/pictures/houseboats.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-5403928997784464991?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/5403928997784464991/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=5403928997784464991&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/5403928997784464991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/5403928997784464991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2009/02/houseboat-in-canal.html' title='A houseboat in the canal'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-6571617387188181291</id><published>2009-02-06T22:42:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:53:33.750Z</updated><title type='text'>O que o futuro nos reserva...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não temos maneira de o saber, é certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas ele - o futuro - escusava de ser tão filho da puta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-6571617387188181291?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/6571617387188181291/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=6571617387188181291&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/6571617387188181291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/6571617387188181291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-que-o-futuro-nos-reserva.html' title='O que o futuro nos reserva...'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-8868436029677884559</id><published>2009-02-03T00:02:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-03T00:09:07.510Z</updated><title type='text'>Pacóvios</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ora aqui está uma típica situação de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;A + B = C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A - GNR a fazer operação STOP na Ponte 25 de Abril, às 21h00 (já de si um horário bastante estúpido), nas portagens, sentido Sul - Norte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;B - Pacóvios a admirar o trabalho da GNR como se não tivessem nada melhor para fazer... (Pacóvios que estavam no sentido Norte-Sul)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;C - Fila INDESCRITÍVEL no sentido Norte - Sul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conclusão Óbvia &lt;/span&gt;- Não há paciência para gente estúpida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conclusão menos óbvia &lt;/span&gt;- a culpa é da crise. Ora reparem - o País está em crise, logo o portuguesinho não tem dinheiro para a mensalidade do MEO. Então o que faz? Vai de atravessar a 25 de Abril - assim como assim, a probabilidade de assistir a um mega acidente ao vivo e em directo é enorme. É melhor que perder tempo a ver o Telejornal. Ou o Reality Channel, como queiram.&lt;br /&gt;E quem é que se lixa? Exacto... é o mexilhão!&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/7055852494523147008-8868436029677884559?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/8868436029677884559/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=8868436029677884559&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/8868436029677884559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/8868436029677884559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2009/02/pacovios.html' title='Pacóvios'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-2770921845772405744</id><published>2009-01-30T14:26:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-01-30T14:40:06.758Z</updated><title type='text'>O Maldito Acordo Ortográfico!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://goncalo-meets-bangalore.blogspot.com/2009/01/noticias-do-meu-pais.html"&gt;Aqui&lt;/a&gt; ficam bons comentários a uma notícia da Agência Lusa, escritos em BOM PORTUGUÊS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonçalo, eu não diria melhor! O Acordo Ortográfico é não mais do que um suicídio da Língua Portuguesa e da sua diversidade! Não há melhor comparação do que a que tu fazes - o Inglês é a língua mais universal e ao mesmo tempo onde se encontram mais diferenças ao nível escrito e oral - desde os americanos, aos britânicos, passando até pelos irlandeses e os australianos. E lá por todos falarem um Inglês um pouco diferente, não veio nenhum idiota estabelecer "AGORA VAMOS TODOS ESCREVER DA MESMA FORMA SÓ PORQUE SIM, É MAIS FÁCIL E TAL!".&lt;br /&gt;"A mim ninguém me cala" já dizia o outro. Eu digo "a mim ninguém me vai pôr a escrever de outra forma". A Língua Portuguesa é rica devido à sua diversidade. E não é um acordo que transforma o Português Europeu em Português Brasileiro que vai dar mais força à Língua. Antes pelo contrário...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava que houvesse quem mais se insurgisse contra isto. Afinal, ninguém me perguntou se eu concordava com o assassínio brutal da minha língua mãe. Querem fazer referendos por tudo e por nada, e por este tema nem se falou no assunto. Porque os referendos só se fazem quando se tem a certeza de que a resposta da maioria será aquela que se pretende...&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/7055852494523147008-2770921845772405744?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/2770921845772405744/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=2770921845772405744&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/2770921845772405744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/2770921845772405744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-maldito-acordo-ortografico.html' title='O Maldito Acordo Ortográfico!'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-7580022690608003652</id><published>2009-01-25T11:45:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-02-03T00:20:02.810Z</updated><title type='text'>The Curious Case of Benjamin Button</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É um daqueles filmes que marcam. Que nos põem a pensar no sentido da vida, no que andamos por cá a fazer e se não andaremos a desperdiçar o pouco tempo que temos. Fantasia, é certo, mas a mensagem é bem real. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Talvez as 13 nomeações para os óscares tenham empolgado um pouco a opinião de todos sobre o filme, e agora todos esperem que fosse algo mais. Se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;merece ou não as 13 nomeações, não sei. Mas, para mim, foi um dos melhores filmes que já vi. Abala a nossa forma de ver o mundo - e isso é o que faz um filme ser bom... Não os efeitos especiais ou a banda sonora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.empiremovies.com/images/posters/benjamin-button-1113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 535px;" src="http://www.empiremovies.com/images/posters/benjamin-button-1113.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Along the way you bump into people who make a dent on your life. Some people get struck by lightning. Some are born to sit by a river. Some have an ear for music. Some are artists. Some swim the English Channel. Some know buttons. Some know Shakespeare. Some are mothers. And some people can dance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;--//--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Your life is defined by its opportunities... even the ones you miss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;--//--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;You never know what's comin' for ya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--//--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Benjamin, we're meant to lose the people we love. How else would we know how important they are to us? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;--//--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope you live a life you're proud of. If you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-7580022690608003652?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/7580022690608003652/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=7580022690608003652&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/7580022690608003652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/7580022690608003652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2009/01/curious-case-of-benjamin-button.html' title='The Curious Case of Benjamin Button'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-5964544010064687229</id><published>2009-01-22T00:08:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-22T00:11:14.250Z</updated><title type='text'>Calvin, acredita, EU COMPREENDO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.transmogrifier.org/ch-img/ch871210.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 423px; height: 138px;" src="http://www.transmogrifier.org/ch-img/ch871210.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Diana/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-5964544010064687229?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/5964544010064687229/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=5964544010064687229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/5964544010064687229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/5964544010064687229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2009/01/calvin-acredita-eu-compreendo.html' title='Calvin, acredita, EU COMPREENDO!'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-515720827734172407</id><published>2009-01-04T23:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:09:38.160Z</updated><title type='text'>Segunda feira...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já dizia o Garfield que é o pior dia da semana... It's a fact!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acho que o Bruno Nogueira expressou muito bem os meus (e os dele, aparentemente) sentimentos em relação à primeira segunda feira do ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Podem ler &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://corpodormente.blogspot.com/2009/01/soube-me-pouco.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.S. - Feliz 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-515720827734172407?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/515720827734172407/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=515720827734172407&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/515720827734172407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/515720827734172407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2009/01/segunda-feira.html' title='Segunda feira...'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-3956039038987047238</id><published>2008-12-31T11:01:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T14:27:07.130Z</updated><title type='text'>2008 a acabar bem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ora aqui vai uma breve descrição do meu último dia do ano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;31-Dezembro-2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;01h30&lt;/span&gt; - Deito-me. Já não é bom, porque de manhã é um dia de trabalho normal... Mas havia muito que fazer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;02h30&lt;/span&gt; - Ainda não adormeci... Continuo a ver o Mentes Criminosas, sem pingo de sono.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;04h00&lt;/span&gt; - Já não dá coisa nenhuma de jeito na TV. Aceito a realidade da insónia que me invade e pego num livro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Pouco depois das 04h00&lt;/span&gt; - duas páginas depois e lá adormeci. Mas porque é que não peguei no livro mais cedo?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;07h30 &lt;/span&gt;- Toca o despertador. Ciente da noite mal passada, ignoro-o, pelo menos durante mais meia horita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;08h00&lt;/span&gt; - Rendo-me às evidências e lá me levanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;08h05&lt;/span&gt; - Onde é que está a água?!?! Ao contrário dos dias normais em que se abre a torneira e a água jorra cheia de força, hoje a água estava fraquinha. Tão fraquinha que nem tinha força para acender o esquentador. Conclusão - manhã sem água quente para lavar o cabelo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;08h20&lt;/span&gt; - Depois de alguma espera a ver se a água recuperava forças, ligamos para os SMAS que nos informam haver a ruptura de uma conduta geral e que ainda andavam a tentar descobrir onde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;08h21&lt;/span&gt; - Desisto, uso água fria onde posso, e deixo o cabelo para depois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;08h55&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Lá saio de casa, em direcção ao Marquês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;09h15&lt;/span&gt; - Cheguei ao Marquês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Percurso sem problemas, nem uma pinga de trânsito à vista. Vamos lá ver como é à tarde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;09h16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Com alguma esperança, vou ao cabeleireiro mais próximo, resolver a questão do cabelo que não viu água hoje de manhã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;09h55&lt;/span&gt; - Pequeno detalhe burocrático resolvido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;10h15&lt;/span&gt; - Sucesso! Problema do cabelo também resolvido! Agora toca a ir a correr, de capuz na cabeça, a fugir da chuva, até ao destino de todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;10h16&lt;/span&gt; - Quem conhece a Av. Duque de Loulé, conhece também a área devoluta que nela se encontra - um prédio que hoje são ruínas, rodeado de chapas já também elas próprias muito devolutas. Ora o que é que acontece aqui à Laranjinha?! Na sua correria para fugir da chuva, pois que vai de bater com a mão numa das malditas chapas, que se encontra dobrada para fora, ocupando parte do passeio. Sim. Uma chapa, de pouca espessura... Resultado - bruto corte na mão direita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;10h18&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Chegada ao destino, com a mão a gemer de dores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;10h20&lt;/span&gt; - Corrida para o armário onde estão os primeiros socorros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;10h22&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Corrida algo interrompida por breves explicações dos acontecimentos até ao momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;10h25&lt;/span&gt; - Procura de Água Oxigenada. Sem sucesso. Só há álcool e eu sou um bocado mariquinhas... Azar! Afinal era uma chapa imunda e há que desinfectar isto muito bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;10h30&lt;/span&gt; - Sim, tenho a vacina do tétano em dia!! (duas pessoas a perguntar o mesmo no espaço de dois minutos, it's amazing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;10h35&lt;/span&gt; - Desinfecção e pequeno curativo, com sucesso! Pelo meio, resposta a alguns e-mails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;10h40&lt;/span&gt; - Procura de gelo para acalmar a mão entretanto inchada. Sem sucesso - zona do gelo transformada em iceberg, impossível colocar mão dentro do congelador e ficar lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;10h45&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Lá vou ao 3º andar pedir gelo. Lá explico mais uma vez a novela da minha manhã. Afinal tenho direito a lamuriar-me ou não?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;10h50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Finalmente me sento descansada à secretária...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora bem, sendo que o dia ainda não acabou, pergunto o que mais me espera?!&lt;br /&gt;Farei actualizações, se for caso disso... Mas ESPERO BEM QUE NÃO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recordo-me agora que nem o pequeno almoço tomei!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se até lá não falarmos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desejo-vos um excelente 2009!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E que a crise não esteja connosco!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-3956039038987047238?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/3956039038987047238/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=3956039038987047238&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/3956039038987047238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/3956039038987047238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-acabar-bem.html' title='2008 a acabar bem'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-3142370032741661813</id><published>2008-12-14T21:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:38:48.445Z</updated><title type='text'>Pergunta de Algibeira</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pergunta &lt;/span&gt;- O que são estupefacientes?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Resposta &lt;/span&gt;- São drogas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Outra Pergunta &lt;/span&gt;- P'ra quê? Para as pessoas ficarem estúpidas?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Irmões... Têm destas coisas!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-3142370032741661813?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/3142370032741661813/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=3142370032741661813&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/3142370032741661813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/3142370032741661813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2008/12/pergunta-de-algibeira.html' title='Pergunta de Algibeira'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-2799318299500232455</id><published>2008-12-10T23:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:34:27.667Z</updated><title type='text'>Monte dos Ciprestes, Sintra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ontem foi um dos melhores dias que já vivi até hoje! Sem exageros nem pretensões, será um dia que ficará para sempre na memória.&lt;br /&gt;Em mais uma actividade de team-building da empresa, lá entrámos no minibus, sem saber ao que íamos (à excepção das senhoras organizadoras, claro!)... Pelas recomendações de preparação para o evento, havia quem mandasse muita posta de pescada. Não sei de todas as apostas, mas eu cá passei o tempo todo a dizer que íamos pintar paredes... E não me enganei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá chegámos ao destino - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monte dos Ciprestes&lt;/span&gt;. É um enorme palacete na Serra de Sintra, que foi doado à Casa do Gaiato por um casal sem filhos mas com grande sentido de serviço à comunidade. É a casa onde os Gaiatos passam as suas férias, na medida do possível, tratando-se de um edifício já bastante antigo, mas ainda espectacular na sua grandeza e localização.&lt;br /&gt;Qual era o nosso objectivo? Restaurar, pintar e decorar dois dos espaços deste palacete, para que os Gaiatos possam então disfrutar ao máximo da sua casa de férias! E lá nos armámos de pincéis, martelos, pregos, escadotes, películas espelhadas (eheh!), e todo o demais material necessário, para que, das 10h às 17h (com pequenos intervalinhos) completássemos a tarefa!&lt;br /&gt;Isto porque ao final do dia, alguns dos Gaiatos foram fiscalizar a nossa obra!&lt;br /&gt;Devo dizer que isto não foi de todo uma actividade normal de team-building, embora fosse também um dos objectivos. No final do dia, o que contou foi mesmo ver os Gaiatos e o seu tutor a apreciar o trabalho feito por 20 amadores que de obras nada percebem, mas que afinal até conseguiram fazer qualquer coisinha de jeito!&lt;br /&gt;E a corrida desenfreada para a Árvore de Natal (interrompida aqui e ali por uns "Cuidado, que isso está pintado de fresco!" ou "aiii aí nããooo!"), apreciando alguns dos presentes antecipados que por lá estavam, que culminou com um "obrigado" em uníssono que os Gaiatos nos devolveram pelo esforço do dia.&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, como já alguém disse, com pequenos gestos podemos mesmo mudar o mundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quando possível, colocarei as fotos do antes e do depois, em jeito de "Oh-pra-nós-armados-em-Querido-Mudei-a-Casa-ou-então-Extreme-Makeover-mas-até-que-temos-jeitinho-prá-coisa!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;P.S. - Feliz Natal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-2799318299500232455?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/2799318299500232455/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=2799318299500232455&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/2799318299500232455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/2799318299500232455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2008/12/monte-dos-ciprestes-sintra.html' title='Monte dos Ciprestes, Sintra'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-4619757437228988798</id><published>2008-12-01T21:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:33:26.942Z</updated><title type='text'>Só uma palavrinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATCHIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é só o que tenho a dizer por hoje...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-4619757437228988798?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/4619757437228988798/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=4619757437228988798&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/4619757437228988798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/4619757437228988798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2008/12/s-uma-palavrinha.html' title='Só uma palavrinha'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-4143993239293438343</id><published>2008-11-20T12:02:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-11-24T00:37:47.442Z</updated><title type='text'>Desafio da Saroska</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, sô dona &lt;a href="http://pensamentosverao.blogspot.com/"&gt;Saroska&lt;/a&gt;... Cá vai a resposta. Tal como vomecê, responderei com músicas de tudo e mais alguma coisa. Era o que faltava ter de pensar só numa banda/artista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ideia é respondermos a estas questões com nomes de músicas. O suposto era ser só com músicas de uma só banda/artista, mas vista a panóplia musical dos dias de hoje, isso não faz qualquer sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;És homem ou mulher? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Oh yes, I'm a SuperWoman... (Alicia Keys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Descreve-te:&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow (Isreal Kamakawiwo'ole)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- que é como quem diz happy ou... distraída, também... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;O que as pessoas acham de ti? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Depois de alguma pesquisa... "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;qualquer coisa do Justin Timberlake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;". Ok, não discordo! :) Faz-me dançar, é um facto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Como descreves o teu último relacionamento: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Contado ninguém acredita (Deolinda)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(só mesmo pelo título, de resto, nem por isso)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Descreve o estado actual da tua relação: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Make it mine (Jason Mraz)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Onde querias estar agora? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Fly me to the moon (pode ser a versão do Bublé, vá)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;O que pensas a respeito do amor? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Não sei falar de amor (Deolinda)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Como é a tua vida? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"All of these lines across my face... Tell you the story of who I am..." (The Story - Brandi Carlile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;O que pedirias se pudesses ter só um desejo? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Life is Wonderful (Jason Mraz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Escreve uma frase sábia: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"and everything will be fine... everything will be fine..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Details In The Fabric (Jason Mraz &amp;amp; James Blunt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E aqui ficam os desafiados:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://dias-longos.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://ladybugs-spot.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ladybug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://goncalo-meets-bangalore.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gonçalo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (e chegam 3, que já&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nem todos devem responder)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Divirtam-se! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/7055852494523147008-4143993239293438343?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/4143993239293438343/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=4143993239293438343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/4143993239293438343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/4143993239293438343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2008/11/desafio-da-saroska.html' title='Desafio da Saroska'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-3484487913468940519</id><published>2008-11-17T11:24:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:38:11.646Z</updated><title type='text'>E por falar em iluminações de Natal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SSFVtDKdGMI/AAAAAAAAAPA/VcQIiHNANO0/s1600-h/cristo+rei.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SSFVtDKdGMI/AAAAAAAAAPA/VcQIiHNANO0/s400/cristo+rei.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269587271431821506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É ridículo demais para se acreditar, mas podem ter a certeza que é verdade.&lt;br /&gt;O Cristo-Rei encontra-se novamente decorado este ano. Decoração que até é bem engraçada, aproveitando a altura do monumento para iluminar o Tejo a partir da Margem Sul.&lt;br /&gt;Mas a parte que ao longe não se vê, e que até tentam esconder (a imagem acima é retirada do folheto da C.M. Almada que informa sobre as animações da cidade durante o Natal), é que na base da iluminação, por baixo da saia dos anjinhos, se encontra em letras garrafais a marca que patrocina a iluminação deste monumento - SAMSUNG.&lt;br /&gt;É na verdade absurdo, e tanto a C.M. Almada, como a entidade que gere o monumento, como a própria SAMSUNG deveriam ter vergonha na cara em usar um monumento nacional como meio de comunicação, de forma tão brejeira.&lt;br /&gt;Não sendo particularmente religiosa, mas sendo marketeer e compreendendo um pouco de publicidade, embora entenda que seja de facto um meio diferente que trará bastante visibilidade à SAMSUNG, não estou em crer que esta visibilidade e notoriedade seja positiva. Acredito que vão existir mais reacções como a minha, talvez ainda de maior indignação, especialmente por parte das pessoas que são religiosas convictas. Espero que haja quem mais concorde comigo, no facto que o maior monumento da cidade de Almada não deveria ser "vandalizado" desta forma.&lt;br /&gt;Ridículo é a palavra que me surge em 1º lugar quando penso nesta barbaridade. Se a SAMSUNG de facto pretende ter esta característica associada à sua marca, bom, então estão no bom caminho.&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/7055852494523147008-3484487913468940519?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/3484487913468940519/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=3484487913468940519&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/3484487913468940519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/3484487913468940519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2008/11/e-por-falar-em-iluminaes-de-natal.html' title='E por falar em iluminações de Natal...'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SSFVtDKdGMI/AAAAAAAAAPA/VcQIiHNANO0/s72-c/cristo+rei.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-1833794742647520154</id><published>2008-11-16T23:29:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:35:34.309Z</updated><title type='text'>Blindness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://oglobo.globo.com/blogs/arquivos_upload/2008/04/20_421-cult-blindness.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 459px; height: 322px;" src="http://oglobo.globo.com/blogs/arquivos_upload/2008/04/20_421-cult-blindness.bmp" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E quem me vier dizer que este filme não presta, que vá ler o livro!&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Meirelles mais uma vez em grande, e muito bem acompanhado por Julianne Moore e Mark Ruffalo. Os quais, claro, nada seriam sem o génio de Saramago!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-1833794742647520154?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/1833794742647520154/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=1833794742647520154&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/1833794742647520154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/1833794742647520154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2008/11/blindness.html' title='Blindness!'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-8617343333357416831</id><published>2008-11-15T20:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-15T20:48:35.117Z</updated><title type='text'>Snuggling Cold Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cá está ele, chegou finalmente!&lt;br /&gt;Já se sente o cheiro da lenha a crepitar nas lareiras quando se sai à rua.&lt;br /&gt;Já vemos luzinhas a brilhar um pouco por todo o lado.&lt;br /&gt;Já o frio se entranha em nós, sem querer ir embora.&lt;br /&gt;É um facto. Já cheira a Natal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Embora alguns quisessem que ele chegasse mais cedo, não conseguiram. Porque o Natal não é só ligar as músicas ambiente com o Jingle Bells em loop infindável e pendurar luzes enormes e estrelas gigantes cheias de coisinhas douradas e vermelhas. E essa estratégia não resulta especialmente quando se tem a brilhante ideia de o fazer a 15 de Outubro...&lt;br /&gt;O Natal é todo este ambiente que começa agora a espreitar - o frio, muito frio; o cheirinho das lareiras; decorações q.b.; e aquela sensação que sinceramente não sei transmitir, e que me faz ter a certeza que "cheira a Natal". Em mim esta sensação agravar-se-á no dia em que entrar no carro para ir direitinha lá acima, onde mais um ano estaremos juntos, a curtir o frio, as prendas e os doces! :) I just can't wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aquela vontade de chegar a casa e enrolar-me numa manta a ver TV? Hummm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a happy day! For no reason. Just happy! :)&lt;br /&gt;And now, off to see&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Blindness...&lt;/span&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/7055852494523147008-8617343333357416831?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/8617343333357416831/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=8617343333357416831&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/8617343333357416831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/8617343333357416831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2008/11/snuggling-cold-winter.html' title='Snuggling Cold Winter'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-363253519178287202</id><published>2008-11-03T14:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-03T14:42:27.146Z</updated><title type='text'>Duas palavras: "me"-"do"!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Na passada sexta feira, 31 de Outubro, tive de ir a Vila Real, em mais um evento de distribuição de lâmpadas eficientes, desta feita, em Bairros Históricos.&lt;br /&gt;Colocou-se a questão - "como é que vamos para lá?". Alguém me deu a ideia das avionetas, que eu achei muito bem. Numa hora chegamos a Vila Real, e mesmo contando com o tempo de check-in (1 hora antes), é sempre melhor que as 4 horas e o cansaço de ir de carro. E quer acreditem quer não, é mais barato! O bilhete de ida custou apenas 60€, e ida e volta seriam apenas 105€. Vale a pena, sem dúvida, por estes motivos que acabei de enunciar.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se vale a pena é o susto... Sim, pois é uma AVIONETA. Não é nenhum BOEING nem um AIRBUS. Se passamos num poço de ar, podem ter a certeza que se sente o avião a cair. Se atravessamos uma nuvem, tudo abana. Momentaneamente, sim. Não, não tem perigo nenhum. Mas assusta um bocadinho...&lt;br /&gt;Deixo aqui as imagens da casquinha de noz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na fotografia até parece grande...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SQyVa9P7-2I/AAAAAAAAAO4/YEfTGTJ98rA/s1600-h/DSC00133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SQyVa9P7-2I/AAAAAAAAAO4/YEfTGTJ98rA/s400/DSC00133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263746354839812962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas garanto-vos que não é!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SQyVaiXKETI/AAAAAAAAAOw/FhbmncXNOhE/s1600-h/DSC00132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SQyVaiXKETI/AAAAAAAAAOw/FhbmncXNOhE/s400/DSC00132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263746347622338866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As paisagens compensam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SQyVPgEix5I/AAAAAAAAAOo/01ghoWopN54/s1600-h/DSC00131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SQyVPgEix5I/AAAAAAAAAOo/01ghoWopN54/s400/DSC00131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263746158028834706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SQyVPc9oDiI/AAAAAAAAAOg/GlKBQpxkqRs/s1600-h/DSC00130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SQyVPc9oDiI/AAAAAAAAAOg/GlKBQpxkqRs/s400/DSC00130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263746157194513954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SQyVO2sIRNI/AAAAAAAAAOY/5WX6YcZ1BhU/s1600-h/DSC00129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SQyVO2sIRNI/AAAAAAAAAOY/5WX6YcZ1BhU/s400/DSC00129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263746146920580306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vista que tinha do meu lugar. Sim, é o cockpit! Sim, eu via os pilotos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SQyVOvwE6xI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/VKsrlgjF8R4/s1600-h/DSC00128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SQyVOvwE6xI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/VKsrlgjF8R4/s400/DSC00128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263746145058089746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vista da minha janela... Sim, é a hélice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SQyVOdXst9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/jWxjhgjOaNI/s1600-h/DSC00125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SQyVOdXst9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/jWxjhgjOaNI/s400/DSC00125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263746140124002258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bom, a conclusão é que compensa o meio de transporte. Deixo apenas o conselho de que a viagem é muito melhor em dias de céu limpo quando não há necessidade de atravessar nuvens, e há menor probabilidade de passar em poços de ar. Se repito a aventura? Talvez. Desde que esteja bom tempo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-363253519178287202?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/363253519178287202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=363253519178287202&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/363253519178287202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/363253519178287202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2008/11/duas-palavras-me-do.html' title='Duas palavras: &quot;me&quot;-&quot;do&quot;!'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SQyVa9P7-2I/AAAAAAAAAO4/YEfTGTJ98rA/s72-c/DSC00133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-5987712648549594440</id><published>2008-10-21T16:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T16:49:58.803Z</updated><title type='text'>Por falar em nostalgias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como disse há pouco - sim, temos 24 anos apenas, mas já temos crises nostálgicas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Partilho um e-mail que recebi há pouco, um daqueles que nos faz reviver a infância, mas que cai que nem uma luva na minha geração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se cresceste nos anos 90...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ainda te lembras de quando valia a pena acordar cedo para ver desenhos animados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sabes de cor a música de pelo menos 4 canções da Disney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fazias aquelas coisinhas de papel para ver com quem é que te ias casar e os 'quantos queres?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cantavas as musicas das Spice Girls, mas não sabias bem o que é que estavas a dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sabias que a Power Ranger cor de rosa e o verde ainda iam acabar juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não perdias um episódio do Dragon Ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tiveste, pelo menos, um Tamagotchi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sabias as músicas dos Onda Choc de cor "ele é o reiii, eiii, eiii"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ainda és do tempo em que a Anabela cantava 'quando cai a noite na cidadeee'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brincavas aos Polly Pocket!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ainda te lembras da coreografia da  Macarena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gritavas 'Olhós namorados, primos e casados!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Choraste quando o Mufasa morreu e, se for preciso, voltas a chorar se voltares a ver o filme outra vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tururururu Inspector Gadget Tururututu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ainda te lembras de ver a tua mãe ou a tua avó a chorar a ver o 'Ponto de encontro'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;500 escudos dava para tanta coisa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Bem-vindos ao mundo encantado dos brinquedos, onde há reis, princesas, dragões!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Todas as tuas decisões importantes eram feitas com um 'pim-pu-ne-ta'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Velho' queria dizer qualquer pessoa acima dos 17 anos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Conhecias pelo menos uma pessoa que tinha daqueles ténis com luzinhas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando ias ao cabeleireiro, a cabeleireira dizia-te que ficavas linda de 'poupa'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Querias sempre um Push-pop e a tua mãe nunca te queria dar porque ficavas todo a colar!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Levaste pelo menos um sermão por teres colado o teu 'pega-monstros' ao tecto da cozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Trocavas tazos e matutolas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vias o Zig-Zag, e o Buereré&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vias o Riscos, no canal 2, e sentias-te muito mais crescida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Achavas piada ao 'quarto-escuro'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Respondias aos insultos com 'quem diz é quem é!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Lembras-te de ver os Simpsons e de não perceberes porque é que, sendo desenhos animados, não tinham graça nenhuma&lt;/span&gt; (é a única com que não concordo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Viste o Rei Leão, e os 101 dálmatas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sabes cantar o resto desta música de cor "O Sol nasceu... Como está lindo o céu! Cá vou eu, vem tu daí também..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já te apercebeste que já não és uma criança, e que sabe bem recordar os momentos que já passaram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7055852494523147008-5987712648549594440?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/5987712648549594440/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=5987712648549594440&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/5987712648549594440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/5987712648549594440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2008/10/por-falar-em-nostalgias.html' title='Por falar em nostalgias...'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-7951603011452245746</id><published>2008-10-15T17:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T17:37:10.189Z</updated><title type='text'>O primeiro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SQyTD6cCa0I/AAAAAAAAAOA/5aE8dRyI7zM/s1600-h/DSC00105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SQyTD6cCa0I/AAAAAAAAAOA/5aE8dRyI7zM/s400/DSC00105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263743759925013314" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;E lá fui eu, como não poderia deixar de ser, ao 1º Starbucks em território nacional.&lt;br /&gt;Os prós - as variações todas que fazem com bebidas à base de café, são óptimas. E o ambiente Starbucks, se o conseguirem criar, também o será certamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os contras - trouxe os preços internacionais. A típica bica (um espresso), é um balde e custa 1,20. Mas verdade é que se querem uma bica, não devem ir ao Starbucks. Os bolos não são tão bons como em Londres - pelo menos os que experimentei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a maior asneira mesmo foi abrir o 1º Starbucks em Portugal dentro dum Centro Comercial. E a justificação de que os portugueses passam muito tempo dentro de centros comerciais, quanto a mim, não é suficiente. O que vale é que o 2º será em Belém, numa localização fantástica, muito perto dos Pastéis de Belém. Vamos ver qual deles terá a maior fila à porta, pelo menos agora nos primeiros tempos do Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-7951603011452245746?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/7951603011452245746/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=7951603011452245746&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/7951603011452245746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/7951603011452245746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-primeiro.html' title='O primeiro!'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SQyTD6cCa0I/AAAAAAAAAOA/5aE8dRyI7zM/s72-c/DSC00105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-7455330778772062086</id><published>2008-09-27T17:17:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T16:53:01.266Z</updated><title type='text'>At last...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje voltei a ter uma sensação que há muito não sentia.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E estou feliz. :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Caso para dizer "At laaaast...." (Finalmente!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/QI7ql6K3uT/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/QI7ql6K3uT/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/rayvin313/music/MxVk55wD/etta_james_at_last/"&gt;At Last - Etta James&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-7455330778772062086?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/7455330778772062086/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=7455330778772062086&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/7455330778772062086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/7455330778772062086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2008/09/hoje-voltei-ter-uma-sensao-que-h-muito.html' title='At last...'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-2293946144018530297</id><published>2008-09-20T15:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T17:36:38.861Z</updated><title type='text'>O tempo voa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, it's a cliché! Não há dúvida.&lt;br /&gt;Mas também não há dúvida que é uma das mais duras verdades, contra a qual nada podemos fazer, senão deixar que o tempo voe. A velocidade a que ele o faz, nada temos a ver com isso.&lt;br /&gt;O que podemos então fazer? Uma de duas coisas - deixar-nos ir na corrente, ou aproveitar ao máximo o tempo que conseguimos agarrar e fazer dele o que queremos.&lt;br /&gt;Eu? Acho que faço um pouco de ambas as coisas. Acho que voltei a aprender como fazer mais da 2ª opção... Temos de aprender a manipular o tempo! Ou ele foge-nos por entre os dedos.&lt;br /&gt;Filosofias à parte, creio que este Verão foi aproveitado da melhor forma! Descansei muito e também me cansei muito! O importante é aproveitar a chamada Silly Season!&lt;br /&gt;E a Season começa logo com a corrida aos festivais! Logo a 06 de Junho, Rock in Rio Lisboa, o último dia do festival, com 90.000 pessoas (eu desconfio que seriam mais...). Grandes concertos de Orishas, Kaiser Chiefs (agradável surpresa), Muse (sem palavras!), The Offspring (merecem a reforma) e Linkin Park (também muito bom!).&lt;br /&gt;Logo em Julho fiz a minha merecida pausa - 2 semanas em Albufeira sem nada fazer, além de ir para a praia, da praia para a piscina, da piscina para casa pastelar, de casa para passear... Enfim! FÉRIAS! Como já não tinha há algum tempo! Albufeira tem demasiado movimento... Não imagino o que será em Agosto!!&lt;br /&gt;Recomeçando o passeio pelos festivais de Verão, lá fui para o Delta Tejo em finais de Julho. Não é um grande festival, mas tinha grandes concertos. Não sendo grande fã de Mariza, reconheço o seu talento e capacidade de hipnotizar a audiência num concerto ao vivo. E viva as pulseiras VIP! :)&lt;br /&gt;Agosto trouxe uma reunião há muito esperada. Dia 02 lá nos juntámos todas. FINALMENTE! :)&lt;br /&gt;No dia 09, aproveitámos as borlas do Festival dos Oceanos em Lisboa, e vá de ir ver o clássico Craig David ao vivo na Praça do Comércio. "Monday... Took her for a drink on Tuesday...". Sim, é certo, temos apenas 24 anos, mas já sofremos de crises nostálgicas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A meio de Agosto, rumamos a Sul - SuperBock SurfFest em Sagres! Duas palavras - muuuuuuito bom! Não só o festival, mas todo o fim de semana. Lagos continua a ser um destino de preferência! O cansaço no dia seguinte é que era escusado... :)&lt;br /&gt;Outro clássico de Agosto, são as festas de Corroios! A última semana do mês, onde encontramos todas aquelas pessoas que não vemos há anos! E onde vemos grandes concertos à custa da JF Corroios. Este ano estiveram em grande Blasted Mechanism, David Fonseca e Clã.&lt;br /&gt;Setembro é ainda mês de Verão, mesmo que digam o contrário. Com mais uma semana de férias, rumei desta vez a Norte. O destino era o Porto, não só para estar com a família, mas também para ver a Red Bull Air Race! Algumas horas a pé que valeram muito a pena! Melhor que a corrida em si, são as acrobacias da Força Aérea Portuguesa com os caças, da Marinha de Guerra Portuguesa com os fuzileiros de helicóptero, e da equipa acrobática da Breitling.&lt;br /&gt;De volta à base, e como forma de encerramento da Silly Season, lá fui em passeio ao Jardim Zoológico de Lisboa. Uma visita que vale a pena, ainda que não se consiga tirar da cabeça o facto dos animais estarem em cativeiro.&lt;br /&gt;Para terminar em grande estilo... Um concerto que decidi não perder (eu e mais 74.999 pessoas) - Madonna Sticky and Sweet Tour! Valeram a pena os 60€! Mesmo não cantando nada, foi um grande espectáculo!! E sim, consegui ver o concerto! Embora não me tenha apercebido do trambolhão que ela deu em palco!! :)&lt;br /&gt;O Inverno será mais calmo em lazer, mas não em trabalho... Apesar de gostar do Verão, o que eu gosto mesmo é do friozinho de Inverno! Daqueles dias frios, gelados, de Sol brilhante no céu, em que temos de andar todos encasacados. Hum... Can't wait!&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/7055852494523147008-2293946144018530297?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/2293946144018530297/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=2293946144018530297&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/2293946144018530297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/2293946144018530297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-tempo-voa.html' title='O tempo voa!'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-8096384939438519943</id><published>2008-08-30T22:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T16:23:09.888Z</updated><title type='text'>25 de Abril - The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pronto, pronto, agora prometo que é o último post sobre a ida a Londres. Até porque já vem um pedacinho fora do tempo... Ahem! Há pessoas que nem no Verão actualizam os blogs... Parece impossível... Mas vai daí, o Verão é mesmo para descansar, né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Aqui fica o report dos 3º e 4º dias por terras de sua majestade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No domingo lá fomos ver o clássico Render da Guarda. Passámos pelos parques de Londres (fantásticos!) Hyde Park e St. James's Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/eX1bu_P_cqAfxIiK1IdI1g?authkey=rMOFIITSp1U"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SQPJcdR_6PI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bqnOYPDQ5Fw/s400/HPIM1463.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E claro, não podiam deixar de faltar os esquilos&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-7kiVVCvylpKr66TtkdFPQ?authkey=rMOFIITSp1U"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SQPLgQEX7qI/AAAAAAAAAK8/LexBzQHe930/s400/P4272920.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No palácio de Buckingham...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/iSjYbzSZ7K6pU-mvYnCWWw?authkey=rMOFIITSp1U"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SQPLgZDvptI/AAAAAAAAAK0/uAAFWp65mXQ/s288/HPIM1470.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/2wRzAZMO3ncnE3eFJuaLuA?authkey=rMOFIITSp1U"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SQPJc1BuzfI/AAAAAAAAAKk/dEttkBwHUds/s288/HPIM1469.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá encontrámos os senhores dos chapéus estranhos e fofinhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/PWkoueCLXhDunAD-UD-5pQ?authkey=rMOFIITSp1U"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SQPLgqkEkFI/AAAAAAAAALE/e8_aoF5Mcqo/s400/P4272927.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E claro o que seria de mim sem ir a Londres e não me dar a pataleca?! Enquanto eu descansava nas cadeiras do St. James's Park, alguém andou a ver os bichinhos do parque...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/_IB0q62P0qiNTcuDkC5ctQ?authkey=rMOFIITSp1U"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SQPNEZ9xKPI/AAAAAAAAALg/QQEac9SzzRc/s400/P4272930.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de uma corrida de táxi para o Hotel para recuperar energias, lá voltámos a sair, porque ainda nos faltava ver o clássico Big Ben! E logo "ao lado" o London Eye. Ambos imponentes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/kdLAvYAXJ6jZHSPwvaH-Hw?authkey=rMOFIITSp1U"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SQPLgmztWGI/AAAAAAAAALM/nzcARveLx0k/s400/HPIM1533.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-ETO-hv-MlfNEFDEW-AQ0w?authkey=rMOFIITSp1U"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SQPLgwZg90I/AAAAAAAAALU/6KMb5WydC80/s400/HPIM1525.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ainda passámos pela casa do Gordon, mas o tipo não nos quis abrir a porta. Mal educado!!   (10, Downing Street)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/DIbeR-akyleuUlID1HI2ug?authkey=rMOFIITSp1U"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SQPNE1g-M-I/AAAAAAAAALw/_8QMlS3KBg4/s400/HPIM1553.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A caminho de Trafalgar Square, passámos por esta espectacular montra de pastelaria, com o senhor empregado a olhar desconfiado para mim, com certeza a perguntar-se porque é que eu estava a tirar uma foto à montra. Depois de lhe ter pedido a autorização por via gestual, sorriu e colocou-se atrás dos bolos, com certeza também a pensar "pff... TOURISTS!". Bem, numa cidade como Londres, já deveria estar habituado!&lt;br /&gt;Sendo verdade que os ingleses não sabem nada de culinária, é também verdade que pelo menos nos doces eles sabem o que fazem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/xNJLnWQJrpmJXBJG9HWVKA?authkey=rMOFIITSp1U"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SQPNFbcDZdI/AAAAAAAAAMA/j7WGD5WYKz0/s400/HPIM1561.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No final do dia lá parámos para descansar (mais um pouco, pois o cansaço já era muito!), em Trafalgar Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/PqN3rHqp3V-yVDdvC_8wgw?authkey=rMOFIITSp1U"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SQPNFa8dJ0I/AAAAAAAAAL4/RDukKoKJvqU/s400/P4272984.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num último esforço das nossas pernas, demos ainda um pulinho ao Soho. Imperdível! Um movimento incrível, mesmo sendo Domingo à noite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/DHkt16r8hPvoJTRzJCwWBA?authkey=rMOFIITSp1U"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SQx1siKWRGI/AAAAAAAAAN0/OZw060Ixzd4/s400/HPIM1569.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de uma merecida noite de descanso, fomos tomar o merecido pequeno-almoço inglês! Ao que parece, também sabem cozinhar pequenos almoços!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/MWAh1B6-kJlIni0L9Yaquw?authkey=rMOFIITSp1U"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SQPO1WLeAnI/AAAAAAAAAMY/tC3unZX1BJM/s400/HPIM1574.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ir a Londres e não andar de autocarro seria crime. Então lá fomos até Victoria Station by bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Ol7e2A9YangPfnE3JHDWOA?authkey=rMOFIITSp1U"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SQPO1chnxBI/AAAAAAAAAMg/2qRRW-KTJII/s400/P4282991.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Londres é fantástica, é um facto. Mas também é um facto que "There's no place like home". E lá entrámos para o EasyJet mais uma vez, perninhas encolhidas durante 2 horas, mas com o reconfortante pensamento de que hoje já íamos dormir nas nossas caminhas!&lt;br /&gt;Esta foi a última vista dos verdes campos ingleses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8XRi22vLO1uyct1ujU_9-g?authkey=rMOFIITSp1U"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SQPO1lhiyBI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3naPo4Ag5LQ/s400/HPIM1587.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E não é que o avião vem dar a volta por cima da minha casa, para aterrar no aeroporto de Lisboa?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/wbwfumN4ZMQ_fNWUezofiw?authkey=rMOFIITSp1U"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SQPQM3y1skI/AAAAAAAAANM/YlNEverIVpA/s400/HPIM1606.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E eis a razão porque o ISCTE quase abana quando os aviões aterram na Portela... Já viram bem a distância até ao edifício da TMN? Mínima!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/PgrrthYdZ1_SQpzFyDu08w?authkey=rMOFIITSp1U"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SQPQMYMYYjI/AAAAAAAAAM8/xDtrczDt1-k/s400/HPIM1612.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pronto, nada mais há a dizer de Londres, a não ser que terei de lá voltar mais uma vez. De preferência sem me dar a pataleca. Há que aproveitar agora o facto de poder haver alguém que forneça o alojamento (eheh!!).&lt;br /&gt;Mas antes de regressar, há que conhecer outros locais! Amsterdam, Barcelona, Prague, Ireland estão na minha lista de destinos futuros. E claro, fora da Europa, a indispensável... New York City!!&lt;br /&gt;Aceito propostas de viagens! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-8096384939438519943?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/8096384939438519943/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=8096384939438519943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/8096384939438519943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/8096384939438519943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2008/10/25-de-abril-end.html' title='25 de Abril - The End'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SQPJcdR_6PI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bqnOYPDQ5Fw/s72-c/HPIM1463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-4414770112333457059</id><published>2008-06-28T17:38:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T20:24:40.384+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No 25 de Abril - Parte 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ora o 2º dia foi passado entre as estrelas... :)&lt;br /&gt;Porque neste caso as palavras não são suficientes, aqui ficam (algumas) imagens:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216985983936243058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SGZ1HJK2JXI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Opy-EArUPpM/s400/P4262863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Não é dos melhores, mas até de cera este senhor... é este senhor!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216980181366770258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SGZv1Y6eilI/AAAAAAAAAGg/e0YbCZWZRF0/s400/HPIM1318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quanto a mim, a Nicole Kidman era uma das melhor representadas em cera. Já o DiCaprio lá atrás não estava assim tão parecido como deveria estar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216980185401290690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SGZv1n8Yb8I/AAAAAAAAAGo/FwWX4ZU4ThM/s400/HPIM1322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;O Sr. Bloom aceitou tirar esta foto com a minha pessoa, mas só para eu depois mostrar à Saroska!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217009468317278786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SGaKeHTmokI/AAAAAAAAAJI/lYFcvNYpVAg/s400/P4262867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Captain Jack was around the place too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216980193764205282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SGZv2HGQYuI/AAAAAAAAAG4/dhKSTmgzsCo/s400/P4262871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Este tipo tem sempre ar de cromo. E eu decidi ficar a combinar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216980868562686690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SGZwdY6wEuI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Yr0H3jvFOk4/s400/HPIM1344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is he the special one or what? At least his earnings are very special...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216980878912428722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SGZwd_eUmrI/AAAAAAAAAHg/lJAZtTKN8SI/s400/P4262886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, o meu Justin! Este eu queria tê-lo trazido para casa, mas não me deixaram... SCHUINF!:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216981632336579058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SGZxJ2MoyfI/AAAAAAAAAHo/c7GkMsHvFI4/s400/HPIM1360.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O Biló Laranja dá um brinde a quem adivinhar quem é a gaja agarrada ao poste! (não é assim tão difícil...)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216981647375636354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SGZxKuOOl4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/IoaW1rVy_4w/s400/P4262891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esta foto tinha MUITO mais piada se também lá estivesse o amigo do Mr. Ocean... Mas pronto, não se pode ser esquisita, não é... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216981639376475154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SGZxKQbFFBI/AAAAAAAAAHw/XK4h1RbGIz0/s400/HPIM1374.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Claro que o Hitler não tem piadinha nenhuma. Mas esta tórista teve a sua graça (tórista que eu não faço ideia quem era, só calhou de fazer uma careta quando eu estava a tirar a foto ao Hitler!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Óspois" fomos passear para o British Museum. Que basta apenas uma palavra para o descrever:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imponente!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SGZ0mheIoXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/9HMGMYD6otU/s1600-h/HPIM1388.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216985423523914098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SGZ0mheIoXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/9HMGMYD6otU/s400/HPIM1388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Lá dentro, entre muitas outras coisas, guarda um ENORME pé de uma estátua de Neptuno:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216981658964023522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SGZxLZZHWOI/AAAAAAAAAII/i2LXbaZwnWQ/s400/HPIM1397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para terminar o dia, corremos a grande Oxford Street a pé. Um verdadeiro mar de gente, provavelmente um Sábado como outro qualquer para a azáfama londrina...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216982284390103618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SGZxvzST-kI/AAAAAAAAAIg/A-2oVMWAD58/s400/HPIM1424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Algumas das lojas suscitavam naturalmente maior curiosidade... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SGZxuxMwcmI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/KHjjoAO3iZo/s1600-h/HPIM1420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216982266650063458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SGZxuxMwcmI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/KHjjoAO3iZo/s400/HPIM1420.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Loja da Harmony - Oxford St., London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SGZxvRMredI/AAAAAAAAAIY/W7w6Rq-MS38/s1600-h/HPIM1422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216982275239672274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SGZxvRMredI/AAAAAAAAAIY/W7w6Rq-MS38/s400/HPIM1422.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Loja da Playboy- Oxford St., London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No final do dia, conseguimos ter a única refeição de jeito em 3 dias de viagem... Aqui, no Bertorelli's, um restaurante italiano em Notting Hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SGZxwN6UgPI/AAAAAAAAAIo/-Zw9qqus2Mk/s1600-h/HPIM1453.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216985430417537026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SGZ0m7Js-AI/AAAAAAAAAI4/HUlzTf4Erxw/s400/HPIM1453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Foi também aqui que conseguimos beber um café de jeito (coisa que eu achava que não era possível em Londres). Mas bebemos uma verdadeira BICA (ou espresso como se diz por lá), feita de café português e em chávenas portuguesas. Ou não fosse o empregado do restaurante português... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amanhã (ou depois! lol) há mais... &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/7055852494523147008-4414770112333457059?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/4414770112333457059/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=4414770112333457059&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/4414770112333457059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/4414770112333457059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-25-de-abril-parte-2.html' title='No 25 de Abril - Parte 2'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SGZ1HJK2JXI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Opy-EArUPpM/s72-c/P4262863.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-2787202476905041865</id><published>2008-06-03T23:03:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T11:06:04.784+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Onde estavas no 25 de Abril?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Em '74 não faço ideia onde é que estava...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas em '08 estava muito bem a apreciar a bela (!) meteorologia londrina! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pois é, foi uma surpresa cinquentenária que acabou por ser um presente para todos. Fantástico, claro! Acho que nunca me vou cansar de visitar Londres. Tenho sempre vontade de lá ficar mais tempo, de voltar já no fim de semana seguinte, para poder ver tudo, tudo o que aquela cidade tem. Não fosse o peso da libra e até que iria lá mais vezes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;...só para ver como está o tempo! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mas não me posso queixar. Em 4 dias fartei-me de passear. No que toca à meteorologia passei pelas 4 estações - chuva e sol, calor e frio, e o vento maldito que não sabe estar quieto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E lá fui eu, de easyJet para Luton, de easyBus para o centro de Londres para ficar alojada num easyHotel. Tudo cor de laranja, como manda o manual da marca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207784323162722034" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SEXEP_j2TvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ets2BhHgWRY/s400/HPIM1615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Facto mais que comprovado - o Reino Unido é MUITO VERDE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SEZlUPj2TzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Obflq_QMowo/s1600-h/HPIM1278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SEZlUPj2TzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Obflq_QMowo/s400/HPIM1278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207961417549238066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;O 1º dia foi o mais curto, chegámos ao hotel já eram quase 16h... O aeroporto de Luton é low cost mas tem a desvantagem de ficar a 2h do centro da cidade. No entanto, compensa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Não ficámos muito tempo parados, até porque os quartos não tinham muito para ver.&lt;br /&gt;Então resolvemos ir dar um passeio. Lá fomos nós para o Metro de Londres, que é o ME-DO de linhas... Pelo menos à primeira vista, mas depois de perdermos algum tempo a trocar os olhos nos mapas percebemos que é fácil chegar a qualquer ponto da cidade.&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro ponto de paragem foi a Tower of London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SEZlUfj2T0I/AAAAAAAAAFo/xoAONhA3ITg/s1600-h/HPIM1279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SEZlUfj2T0I/AAAAAAAAAFo/xoAONhA3ITg/s400/HPIM1279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207961421844205378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Logo a seguir, atravessámos o Thames pela Tower Bridge, que é, devo dizer, uma espectacular estrutura em ferro! Quanto ao Thames, não há grandes comentários a fazer à sua límpida e cristalina cor... castanha... :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SEZl-Pj2T4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/5yAj-B2XAso/s1600-h/P4252839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SEZl-Pj2T4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/5yAj-B2XAso/s400/P4252839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207962139103743874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobri que o meu telemóvel faz contas aos kilómetros que se andam diariamente. Fiquei a saber que no 1º dia andámos 11km, no 2º dia 12km e no 3º dia 16km!! No último dia, a caminho do aeroporto, ainda conseguimos fazer 6km! Ou seja, fartámo-nos de andar a pé!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SEZlUvj2T1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/7fZKbtkMxjg/s1600-h/HPIM1290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SEZlUvj2T1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/7fZKbtkMxjg/s400/HPIM1290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207961426139172690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro facto que se confirma sem sombra de dúvida, é que os ingleses são uns bêbedos! Nesta imagem podemos ver os arredores de 3 pubs, situados na margem do Thames. Este monte de gente são os senhores que acabaram de sair dos locais de trabalho, directamente para o pub mais próximo, e muito bem acompanhados por garrafas de vinho e enormes canecas de cerveja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SEZoy_j2T5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/I19bfZ4qWu0/s1600-h/HPIM1305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SEZoy_j2T5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/I19bfZ4qWu0/s400/HPIM1305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207965244365098898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jantar? Não se deve usar muito, pelo que percebi. Um pouco mais tarde, as pessoas que até essa hora, suponho que tenham estado nos pubs, rumam a casa a correr, mas não é para fazer o jantar. Porque esse é comprado na rua, e comido durante o caminho - sim, enormes caixas com fish&amp;amp;chips, e pessoas a andar e a comer ao mesmo tempo. A pressa deles eu não sei qual era. Talvez chegar a casa para se prepararem com todo o requinte para a saída da noite que se aproximava...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amanhã há mais! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-2787202476905041865?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/2787202476905041865/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=2787202476905041865&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/2787202476905041865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/2787202476905041865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2008/06/onde-estavas-no-25-de-abril.html' title='Onde estavas no 25 de Abril?'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/SEXEP_j2TvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ets2BhHgWRY/s72-c/HPIM1615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-5975841243756677616</id><published>2008-05-18T13:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T13:02:10.947+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Será que sobrevivo a mais uma Karkov ao vivo?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S. - estou a ficar velha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-5975841243756677616?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/5975841243756677616/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=5975841243756677616&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/5975841243756677616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/5975841243756677616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2008/05/pensamento-do-dia.html' title='Pensamento do dia'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-2271668810265462701</id><published>2008-04-19T19:30:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T20:38:19.735+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;de Baz Luhrmann (1999, EMI)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;*recebida por e-mail, aqui há dias. Provavelmente uma das melhores poesias de sempre. Takes you deep inside yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of '97&lt;br /&gt; Wear Sunscreen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I could offer you only one tip for the future,&lt;br /&gt; sunscreen would be it.&lt;br /&gt; The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists,&lt;br /&gt; whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering      experience&lt;br /&gt; I will dispense this advice now. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth, oh nevermind,&lt;br /&gt; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded.  &lt;br /&gt; But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself&lt;br /&gt; and recall in a way you can’t grasp now, how much possibility lay before      you&lt;br /&gt; and how fabulous you really looked,&lt;br /&gt; you are not as fat as you imagine. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don’t worry about the future, or worry, but know that worrying is as      effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.&lt;br /&gt; The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your      worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do one thing everyday that scares you &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sing &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts,&lt;br /&gt; don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Floss &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don’t waste your time on jealousy, sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes      you’re behind,&lt;br /&gt; the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults,&lt;br /&gt; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stretch &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your      life,&lt;br /&gt; the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22&lt;br /&gt; what they wanted to do with their lives,&lt;br /&gt; some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Get plenty of calcium. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,      maybe you won’t,&lt;br /&gt; Maybe you’ll divorce at 40,&lt;br /&gt; Maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary  &lt;br /&gt; What ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself      either&lt;br /&gt; Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.&lt;br /&gt; Enjoy your body, use it every way you can, don’t be afraid of it,&lt;br /&gt; or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll      ever own &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do not read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brother and sister together we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt; Someday a spirit will take you and guide you there&lt;br /&gt; I know you've been hurtin, but I've been waitin' to be there for you&lt;br /&gt; And I'll be there just helping you out whenever I can &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.    &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Be nice to your siblings, they are the best link to your past&lt;br /&gt; and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should      hold on.&lt;br /&gt; Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older      you get,&lt;br /&gt; the more you need the people you knew when you were young. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard,&lt;br /&gt; Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Travel. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander,  &lt;br /&gt; you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you      were young&lt;br /&gt; prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their      elders. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Respect your elders. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund,  &lt;br /&gt; Maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might      run out. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will      look 85. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it.  &lt;br /&gt; Advice is a form of nostalgia,&lt;br /&gt; dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off,  &lt;br /&gt; painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.    &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But trust me on the sunscreen &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brother and sister together we'll make it through&lt;br /&gt; Someday a spirit will take you and guide you there&lt;br /&gt; I know you've been hurtin, but I've been waitin' to be there for you&lt;br /&gt; And I'll be there just helping you out whenever I can&lt;br /&gt; Everybody's free oh yeah&lt;br /&gt; Everybody's free oh yeah &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se visitarem a Wikipedia, descobrem que Baz Luhrmann foi o realizador dos filmes Strictly Ballroom, Romeo + Juliet e Moulin Rouge. Foi também o realizador &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;daquele &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anúncio ao Chanel nº 5, com a Nicole Kidman e o Rodrigo Santoro. Breath-taking. Numa versão mais leve, podem e devem ver o videoclip &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xavFb4WH7o0"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; (com legendas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-2271668810265462701?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/2271668810265462701/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=2271668810265462701&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/2271668810265462701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/2271668810265462701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2008/04/everybodys-free-to-wear-sunscreen.html' title='Everybody&apos;s Free (To Wear Sunscreen)'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-4427456011085026694</id><published>2008-04-01T23:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T00:01:41.638+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Afinal ela anda por aí...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Só que estava tímida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que fantástica sensação de sair para a rua, lá pas 21h00 e... não sentir frio! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Até estava uma brisa aconchegante! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que bom, ouvir os grilos a cantar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cheirava, genuinamente a Primavera, hoje, às nove da noite, quando fui um bocadinho à porta de casa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quem diria que ela ia chegar ao final do dia, com o Sol já a esconder-se? Em pezinhos de lã, como se de um gatuno se tratasse... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Num sussurro te digo "Bem Vinda"... Para que não te assustes e não voltes para trás! Sou alguém que gosta muito do Inverno e do frio, mas tudo tem o seu tempo, e eu cá estava com saudades daquele que é ameno!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Até amanhã, Primavera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-4427456011085026694?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/4427456011085026694/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=4427456011085026694&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/4427456011085026694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/4427456011085026694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2008/04/afinal-ela-anda-por.html' title='Afinal ela anda por aí...'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-6756200659848223115</id><published>2008-03-16T22:12:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-17T00:02:34.279Z</updated><title type='text'>Foxciclopédia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Family Guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;American Dad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CSI Miami&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;CSI New York&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Roswell&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;JAG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;House&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heroes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Dead Zone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 4400&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E.R.&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moonlight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As Feiticeiras&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reencontro com o Passado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;Bionic Woman&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Medium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asas nos Pés&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os Homens do Presidente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;UFA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2 semanas enfiada em casa podem fazer isto a uma pessoa. As séries, mesmo que não as visse, até ia sabendo mais ou menos a história de cada uma. Mais novas, mais antigas (algumas bem antigas) gramei-as todas de enfiada, dia após dia. E mais! Só tenho o AXN e a FOX, porque se tivesse o Fox Life e o Fox Crime, era então a desgraça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Não digo que não goste de séries, há algumas delas em que sou viciada. Mas depois de duas semanas de "clausura" em que pouco mais podia fazer além de ver TV, só estou feliz pelo meu r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;egresso à vida normal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Saudades do trabalho? Sim, sem dúvida! Porque uma coisa é não trabalhar porque se está de férias, outra é porque se está de baixa! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E o regresso foi na altura certa... Porque o Belchior e a sua sirigaita-aiupiupiai voltaram para me perseguir, e não estando em casa há menos probabilidade de nos encontrarmos num ecrã próximo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm Back!&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/7055852494523147008-6756200659848223115?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/6756200659848223115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=6756200659848223115&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/6756200659848223115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/6756200659848223115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2008/03/foxciclopdia.html' title='Foxciclopédia!'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-9088411684578082415</id><published>2008-03-11T18:46:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-12T00:52:33.812Z</updated><title type='text'>Afinal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;... o que é que aconteceu ao meu &lt;strong&gt;nariz&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nada de especial - foi apenas uma &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Septoplastia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;Septoplastia&lt;/strong&gt; é uma cirurgia correctiva dos desvios do septo nasal (a comum "cana do nariz"). É realizada sob anestesia geral e demora cerca de 1 hora. As anestesias locais não são utilizadas nestes casos devido à localização. Este tipo de cirurgia não costuma causar dor no pós-operatório (é verdade, eu confirmo) e não deixa nenhuma cicatriz externa (também confirmo). O cirurgião deixa uns 2 ou 3 pontos dentro do nariz, que são absorvíveis (os meus cá estão, em processo de absorção!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Normalmente não se fica com os olhos inchados e negros da cirurgia - isto só costuma acontecer quando ela é realizada em conjunto com uma rinoplastia, a famosa cirurgia plástica ao nariz. Mas pode acontecer. (Eu cá tive sorte!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que é um septo desviado?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Septo é uma parede que divide duas cavidades. O septo nasal divide o nariz em duas fossas nasais (direita e esquerda). O septo desviado tem um formato anormal podendo causar problemas na respiração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dependendo do caso, pode haver dificuldades em respirar pelos dois lados do nariz ou de um só. Isto pode dar origem a sinusites, respiração bucal, cansaço, dificuldade para dormir bem, roncos e babação nocturna (que lindo!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;No meu caso, tinha dificuldades em respirar de um dos lados do nariz... E ok, admito, fazia algum barulho a dormir! Não faço ideia se já estou mais silenciosa... lol :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Podemos ter um desvio do septo nasal congénito (defeito de fabrico) ou adquirido (alguma pancada que levámos no nariz). Não sei de onde veio o meu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E o &lt;strong&gt;pós-operatório&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pacífico. Sem dores, mas algo incómodo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;O nariz é tamponado - ou seja, são colocados dois tampões (umas compressas), que servem para sustentar o septo e garantir que a mucosa nasal se volte a juntar ao septo (para a correcção do desvio é comum "descolar" a mucosa do septo). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Não chateia muito o facto de não se respirar pelo nariz durante os dias em que se tem os tampões, mas é um bocadinho incómodo ter de respirar só pela boca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;O pós-operatório é sempre acompanhado de tratamento antibiótico para prevenir infecções. E claro, é sempre preciso acompanhamento médico durante o tempo considerado necessário para se dar o processo por terminado. Por exemplo, estou proibida de me assoar nos tempos próximos, para evitar rebentar os pontos! (Bonita descrição! lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Então e &lt;strong&gt;fotografias&lt;/strong&gt;?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ahah, não tenho! Queriam! Mas o Google tem! (claro que não ia pôr aqui a minha linda figurinha... ponho a de outros! eheh!). Deixo-vos algumas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/R9ckWOYZuCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/bC6CVS__hpk/s1600-h/septo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176646260921841698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/R9ckWOYZuCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/bC6CVS__hpk/s400/septo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; Um septo desviado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176647154275039330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/R9clKOYZuGI/AAAAAAAAAEo/EjuLCD-iwFw/s400/septo3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O que é feito na cirurgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176646269511776322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/R9ckWuYZuEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NmkgaZVoBG4/s400/septo4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Um antes e depois... (isto por fora não se nota nada!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176646273806743634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/R9ckW-YZuFI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oHAQC2P8b10/s400/septo5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;e isto é o pós-operatório - os tampões (que aqui não se vêem) com uns &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;tubinhos para se poder respirar. Sim, era esta a minha figura! eheh!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esclarecidos? lol :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.S. - Obrigada pelas visitas, mensagens de melhoras, e (very important) todas as GERBERAS LARANJA (e de outras cores) que me deram! ihih, gosto tanto!! Mas também me deram uma rosa azul que adorei! :) Tenho a casa completamente florida!! :) &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/7055852494523147008-9088411684578082415?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/9088411684578082415/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=9088411684578082415&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/9088411684578082415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/9088411684578082415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2008/03/afinal.html' title='Afinal...'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/R9ckWOYZuCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/bC6CVS__hpk/s72-c/septo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-1727398406262584123</id><published>2008-02-21T23:03:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-02-22T14:27:09.213Z</updated><title type='text'>BlogÓscares 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the winners are.... (rufos dos tambores, por favor!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Melhor Blog Falecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ladybug's Spot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ladybugs-spot.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://ladybugs-spot.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melhor Blog Seco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Piadas Secas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tempo-de-secura.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://tempo-de-secura.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melhor Blog Psicológico&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pensamentos de Verão&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pensamentosverao.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://pensamentosverao.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Melhor Blog de Estudante Sem Vida Própria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Carpe Diem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dias-longos.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://dias-longos.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melhor Blog a Chegar ao Prazo de Validade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Ainda Mais) Perto dos 30&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://unprodigal-son.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://unprodigal-son.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melhores Blogs de Quem Tem Jeitinho para a Arte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Trabilho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://trabilho.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://trabilho.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Love &amp;amp; Art &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://loveandart.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://loveandart.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melhor Blog Indeciso-mas-com-jeitinho-para-a-Crítica-Musical-e-Cinematográfica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;O Meio Termo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://o-meio-termo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://o-meio-termo.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melhor Blog que precisa de mais actualizações&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Amigos do Costume&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://amigosdocostume.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://amigosdocostume.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melhor Blog de Causas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Suite de Ideias&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://suitedeideias.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://suitedeideias.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melhor Blog de um Gajo com 1,90m de parvoíce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;O Pimbolim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://opimbolim.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://opimbolim.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Blog com a Cor Mais Gira (ihih)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;O Biló Laranja&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Novas sugestões de categorias aceitam-se!! E já agora, de candidatos também!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-1727398406262584123?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/1727398406262584123/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=1727398406262584123&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/1727398406262584123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/1727398406262584123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2008/02/blogscares-2007.html' title='BlogÓscares 2007'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-967130074947223214</id><published>2008-02-05T23:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-10T00:04:04.360Z</updated><title type='text'>A Voz da Experiência</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Então filha como é que isso vai de amores?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Oh, não vai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Ah... 'Tá bem! Ainda não encontraste sapato para o teu pé!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;- (Gargalhadas) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pois não, vó! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Pois é filha! Mas olha, quando encontrares, vê lá se experimentas os dois pés, para ver se fica mesmo bem!! Não vejas só num pé!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;- (Mais Gargalhadas) Tens razão, vó, tens razão! Não te preocupes que eu experimento bem!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Acho bem filha!! Se não te servir bem também não vale a pena!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(...)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(A sabedoria que os anos nos trazem é algo de fantástico e que um dia espero vir a alcançar. E espero de igual modo saber encará-la com o mesmo espírito jovem que a minha avó. Porque a idade não está no corpo, mas sim no espírito!)&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/7055852494523147008-967130074947223214?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/967130074947223214/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=967130074947223214&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/967130074947223214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/967130074947223214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2008/02/voz-da-experincia.html' title='A Voz da Experiência'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-543401442406231477</id><published>2008-01-30T09:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-30T10:13:19.780Z</updated><title type='text'>Afirmação Polémica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"(...) Que o não o ouça o diabo (...), O diabo tem tão bom ouvido que não precisa que lhe digam as coisas em voz alta, Valha-nos então deus, Não vale a pena, esse é surdo de nascença."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;José Saramago - Ensaio sobre a Lucidez (pp. 111)&lt;/span&gt;&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/7055852494523147008-543401442406231477?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/543401442406231477/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=543401442406231477&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/543401442406231477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/543401442406231477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2008/01/afirmao-polmica.html' title='Afirmação Polémica'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-6916506611502080012</id><published>2008-01-25T16:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-24T15:17:31.751Z</updated><title type='text'>Grão a grão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Às vezes acontecem-nos algumas coisas que nem nos apercebemos da sua importância. São pequenas, muito pequenas. Mas quando lhes damos a devida atenção, e as juntamos todinhas, acabam por ter um enorme significado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E isso às vezes isso traduz-se em ficarmos "um pedacinho mais felizes do que há 5 minutos atrás"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Como diria uma grande amiga... "Smile, and life smiles with you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 186px; HEIGHT: 180px" height="294" src="http://www.funnies.com/wackyheadpt/yellow_guy_smiling_really_big_hg_wht.gif" width="244" /&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/7055852494523147008-6916506611502080012?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/6916506611502080012/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=6916506611502080012&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/6916506611502080012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/6916506611502080012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2008/01/gro-gro.html' title='Grão a grão...'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-2171232042287327541</id><published>2008-01-24T15:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-24T15:09:29.276Z</updated><title type='text'>Acho que já tinha dito...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...que adoro este senhor? Não? Que músicas fantásticas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CTUfx2p69zY&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CTUfx2p69zY&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-2171232042287327541?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/2171232042287327541/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=2171232042287327541&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/2171232042287327541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/2171232042287327541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2008/01/acho-que-j-tinha-dito.html' title='Acho que já tinha dito...'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-8041891102124308559</id><published>2008-01-18T14:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-24T15:06:11.885Z</updated><title type='text'>Boas desculpas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Breves momentos, um jantarzinho apenas... Que deveria ter sido um lanche delicioso! Era a desculpa desta vez, para todas nos encontrarmos "por acaso" no mesmo local! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Estes "acasos" não acidentais, pequenos momentos apenas, com as suas peripécias (é o que dá vir morar para a Urbe...), são algo de... fantástico! É o típico "apreciar as pequenas coisas da vida" que nos dão tanto prazer, e afinal são tão simples!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Minhas xuxus, que continuemos sempre a arranjar desculpas destas, e sempre saborosas, para que nos possamos juntar mais vezes, a apreciar os quilos de chocolate ou gelado que nessa tarde resolvemos ingerir, a dizer toda a espécie de disparates, a sorrir com o presente e a sonhar alto com o futuro (e bem alto, porque merecemos!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E viva  a PDL, ainda que agora seja mais e-PDL! lol!!!&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/7055852494523147008-8041891102124308559?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/8041891102124308559/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=8041891102124308559&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/8041891102124308559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/8041891102124308559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2008/01/boas-desculpas.html' title='Boas desculpas...'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-8488727722278708504</id><published>2008-01-09T22:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-09T23:58:13.211Z</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So... I haven't made my 2007 balance yet... To honour my late entry in 2008 I decided to play this 2007 balance only in 2008! (yeah, I actually arrived 3 minutes late to the New Year... Amazing! But that's just me, myself and I as you best know me! - Actually... that's just &lt;strong&gt;us&lt;/strong&gt;, right Verdinha?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Talking seriously now, I believe that the one word that describes 2007 in a blink of an eye is... "Changes"! For very different reasons, it's true. 2007 brought very significant changes to my life... Some came along with destiny, others I brought to myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Destiny isn't always fair to us... Although i'm utterly skeptic I must recognize that there are parts of our live that we do not control at all. And there's absolutely nothing you can do about it... You can try to accept this change... You can wash yourself in tears, scream and shout for the world to hear you say how life's so f*cking unfair... But the fact is that you cannot undo what happened. And you feel frustrated and desperate not only because you did not want that change to happen, but also because you had no control whatsoever over it!! You just didn't see it coming - although it was right there in front of you to be seen, for a long time. You just didn't want to see it coming. That's why it hurts so much, and that's why it will never stop hurting, as long as you remember. Missing someone that meant so much to you, who made you grow up to be who you are today, and whom can no longer be by your side is something you just cannot avoid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;On the other hand... The changes you bring to yourself you can TRY to control it's consequences. Or accept them easier. Actually these where the changes that were right in front of you, and then by some magical move, you just decided to open your eyes wide! And then acted on it! And with time, without regret, you'll just know that was the only road you could take. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And finally there's those changes that mean a lot to you, but are easyer to deal with. The less emotional ones, like changing to a better job - the one you really want -, like a new car (and saying goodbye to the old one). Easy&lt;strong&gt;er&lt;/strong&gt; doesn't really mean &lt;strong&gt;easy&lt;/strong&gt;... You have to struggle to make them happen too. But it the end, you know it'll be rewarding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So for "new year's resolutions" I only hope for more changes on my path... But I only hope for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the good ones! There's no point in preparing for the bad ones... I'll never be prepared anyway! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I also hope for strength and courage to pull one more change that I really need to do. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd love to go back to when we played as kids, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but things change, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and that's the way it is. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's just the way it is. Things'll never be the same. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's just the way it is. Oh yeah...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tupac Shakur "Changes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://notrombone.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/mudanca.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7055852494523147008-8488727722278708504?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/8488727722278708504/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=8488727722278708504&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/8488727722278708504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/8488727722278708504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolutions'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-4187190881973248554</id><published>2008-01-08T09:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-08T09:59:45.733Z</updated><title type='text'>VOLTEI!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="349" src="http://www.field.ca/images/large/snowshoeing_tracks_lg.jpg" width="352" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Assim até parece que fui de férias! lol :)&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/7055852494523147008-4187190881973248554?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/4187190881973248554/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=4187190881973248554&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/4187190881973248554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/4187190881973248554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2008/01/voltei.html' title='VOLTEI!!!'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-1125739513489667442</id><published>2007-12-28T09:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-28T09:43:30.580Z</updated><title type='text'>eBay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;eBay! O sítio onde se vende de tudo. Mas mesmo de TUDO. Aquele velho ditado "há de tudo como na farmácia" tem de ser revisto para "há de tudo como no eBay!". Porque desde couves de bruxelas da ceia de Natal, até ao estúdio completo do Jay Leno, podemos encontrar toda a espécie de artigos, a todos os preços no eBay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desta vez, encontramos um artigo peculiar. A Microsoft Portugal está a vender a sua marca. Sim, mas não é AQUELA Microsoft. Esta é a original, a Microsoft que já existia antes da gigante chegar a terras lusas. É uma empresa portuguesa, fundada em 1981, altura em que a gigante internacional ainda não era... uma gigante! A escolha do nome foi apenas um acaso, diz o proprietário da marca, Ricardo Carvalho, em entrevista ao Jornal Briefing, pois escolheu "Micro porque se trata de uma empresa de informática e Soft por ser de software". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A Microsoft americana quando entrou neste nosso cantinho à beira mar plantado foi obrigada a adoptar a marca MSFT devido à existência da Microsoft Portugal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;O objectivo último confesso que para mim não é claro. A ideia será com certeza vender a marca, e para isso a base de licitação é a módica quantia de 1 milhão de dólares. Mas creio que a pretensão será também fazer correr alguma tinta sobre o acontecimento e tornar a marca conhecida (a Microsoft Portugal, e não a outra, óbvio). Se virmos bem, já ganhou um espacinho aqui no biló laranja (que mega acontecimento). Mas a própria Reuters também já noticiou o assunto, pelo que é capaz de ir um pouco além da blogosfera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Quanto ao leilão... Se quiserem ir espreitar, é só clicar no símbolo aqui em baixo. Já sabem, estão à vontade para fazer a primeira oferta!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/MICROSOFT-Lda-Company-name-and-Business-For-Sale_W0QQitemZ120202500588QQihZ002QQcategoryZ184QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.ebayimg.com/03/i/000/cd/4d/a7ac_1.JPG" border="0" name="eBayBig" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-1125739513489667442?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/1125739513489667442/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=1125739513489667442&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/1125739513489667442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/1125739513489667442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2007/12/ebay.html' title='eBay'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-4796962780174557493</id><published>2007-12-26T13:41:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-26T13:48:09.503Z</updated><title type='text'>Onde é que eu já vi este gajo??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Depois de uma breve pausa natalícia, este blog faz a sua rentrée (ou lá como se escreve) com as imagens de alguém que já vimos em qualquer lado... Mas não sabemos bem onde!! Reconhecem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CNDmAUwfatI&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CNDmAUwfatI&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-4796962780174557493?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/4796962780174557493/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=4796962780174557493&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/4796962780174557493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/4796962780174557493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2007/12/onde-que-eu-j-vi-este-gajo.html' title='Onde é que eu já vi este gajo??'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-5532700276265744164</id><published>2007-12-12T15:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-12T15:52:48.250Z</updated><title type='text'>Um Grande Som Natalício</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Confesso que estou a adorar esta música!! Está linda!! Grande MEGA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Cliquem para irem ouvir ao site porque não sei HTMLar um mp3!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mega.fm/musicanatal.asp" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143107599449869986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/R1_9HMLSTqI/AAAAAAAAADw/sUHFRud6me8/s400/musica_letra3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&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/7055852494523147008-5532700276265744164?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/5532700276265744164/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=5532700276265744164&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/5532700276265744164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/5532700276265744164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2007/12/um-grande-som-natalcio.html' title='Um Grande Som Natalício'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/R1_9HMLSTqI/AAAAAAAAADw/sUHFRud6me8/s72-c/musica_letra3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-2798079603185006774</id><published>2007-12-07T10:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-07T10:25:34.161Z</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia... (Duas Nostalgias)</title><content type='html'>Quem não se lembra disto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6gjNhh2lAs8&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6gjNhh2lAs8&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MrIIg5s9srg&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MrIIg5s9srg&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-2798079603185006774?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/2798079603185006774/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=2798079603185006774&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/2798079603185006774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/2798079603185006774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2007/12/nostalgia-duas-nostalgias.html' title='Nostalgia... (Duas Nostalgias)'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-8596195890623900264</id><published>2007-12-05T23:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:57:04.013Z</updated><title type='text'>Um daqueles e-mails...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que eu até achei assim, tipo, com piada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Novo Dicionário de Língua Portuguesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alevantar&lt;/strong&gt; - O acto de levantar com convicção, com o ar de 'a mim ninguém me come por parvo!... alevantei-me e fui-me embora!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aspergic &lt;/strong&gt;- Medicamento português que mistura Aspegic com Aspirina. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assentar&lt;/strong&gt; - O acto de sentar, só que com muita força, como fosse um tijolo a cair no cimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Capom&lt;/strong&gt; - Porta de motor de carros que quando se fecha faz POM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Destrocar &lt;/strong&gt;- Trocar várias vezes a mesma nota até ficarmos com a mesma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disvorciada&lt;/strong&gt; - Mulher que se diz por aí que se vai divorciar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É assim&lt;/strong&gt; - Talvez a maior evolução da língua portuguesa. Termo que não quer dizer nada e não serve para nada. Deve ser colocado no início de qualquer frase. Muito utilizado por jornalistas e intelectuais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entropeçar&lt;/strong&gt; - Tropeçar duas vezes seguidas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eros&lt;/strong&gt; - Moeda alternativa ao Euro, adoptada por alguns portugueses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exensar &lt;/strong&gt;- Termo que, para ser bem utilizado, tem que ser dito rapidamente para que algumas pessoas percebam que se quer dizer 'deves pensar'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falastes, dissestes e afins&lt;/strong&gt; - Articulação na 4ª pessoa do singular. Ex.:EU falei, TU falaste, ELE falou, TU FALASTES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fracturação&lt;/strong&gt; - O resultado da soma do consumo de clientes em qualquer casa comercial. Casa que não fractura... não predura. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inclusiver &lt;/strong&gt;- Forma de expressar q percebemos de um assunto. E digo mais:eu inclusiver acho esta palavra muita gira. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mô &lt;/strong&gt;- A forma mais prática de articular a palavra MEU e dar um ar afro à língua portuguesa, como 'bué' ou 'maning'. Ex.:Atão mô, tudo bem? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nha &lt;/strong&gt;- assim como Mô, é a forma mais prática de articular a palavra MINHA.Para quê perder tempo, não é? Fica sempre bem dizer 'Nha Mãe' e é uma poupança extraordinária.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Númaro&lt;/strong&gt; - Já está na Assembleia da República uma proposta de lei para se deixar de utilizar a palavra NÚMERO, a qual está em claro desuso. Por mim,acho um bom númaro! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parteleira &lt;/strong&gt;- Local ideal para guardar os livros de Português do tempo da escola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perssunal &lt;/strong&gt;- O contrário de amador. Muito utilizado por jogadores de futebol. Ex.: 'Sou perssunal de futebol'. Dica: deve ser articulada de forma rápida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pitaxio&lt;/strong&gt; - Aperitivo da classe do 'minuim'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prontus&lt;/strong&gt; - Usar o mais possível. É só dar vontade e podemos sempre soltar um 'prontus'! Fica sempre bem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prutugal&lt;/strong&gt; - País ao lado da Espanha. Não é a Francia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rondana&lt;/strong&gt; - Uma roldana que ronda à volta de si mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quaise&lt;/strong&gt; - Também é uma palavra muito apreciada pelos nosso pseudo-intelectuais. Ainda não percebi muito bem o quer dizer, mas o problema deve ser meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shampum &lt;/strong&gt;- Líquido para lavar o cabelo que quando cai na banheira faz PUM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stander&lt;/strong&gt; - Local de venda. A forma mais famosa é, sem dúvida, o 'stander' de automóveis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tipo&lt;/strong&gt; - Juntamente com o 'É assim', faz parte das grandes evoluções da língua portuguesa. Também sem querer dizer nada e não servir para nada,pode ser usado quando se quiser, porque nunca está errado, nem certo. É assim... tipo tás a ver? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Treuze &lt;/strong&gt;- Palavras para quê? Todos nós conhecemos o númaro treuze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vosso mail&lt;/strong&gt; - Se alguém não atende o telemóvel obviamente que vai para o vosso mail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Algumas que penso que deverão ser acrescentadas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Córenta &lt;/strong&gt;- um grande amigo do númaro treuze, é o númaro córenta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hádes&lt;/strong&gt; - Forma tipicamente portuguesa de evocar o deus grego Hades da morte e do submundo, quando se tenta dizer a forma verbal "Hás-de" do verbo "Haver" ao se dirigir a alguém. Ex. "Hades cá vir, hádes!"&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/7055852494523147008-8596195890623900264?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/8596195890623900264/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=8596195890623900264&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/8596195890623900264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/8596195890623900264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2007/12/um-daqueles-e-mails.html' title='Um daqueles e-mails...'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-2760861153476419222</id><published>2007-12-02T22:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-02T23:34:48.255Z</updated><title type='text'>Sabedoria (da Selva)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E quem &lt;a href="http://pimbolimematraquilho.blogspot.com/2007/12/final-coutdown-vida-de-estagirio.html"&gt;diz a verdade&lt;/a&gt;, não merece castigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Assim dita a sabedoria popular pelo menos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Assim não nos dita a sabedoria de um início de vida que teima em não começar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Neste caso aplica-se bem aquele slogan que o Fernando Pessoa desenvolveu em tempos para a Coca Cola. "Primeiro estranha-se, depois entranha-se!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E estranha-se porque os primeiros dias em qualquer lugar novo são estranhos, são de adaptação a um ambiente desconhecido, com todas as leis da selva que aí se possam aplicar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E entranha-se, exactamente porque criamos alguns laços... Mesmo sabendo que existe prazo de validade, adaptamo-nos. Envolvemo-nos. Dedicamo-nos e sabemos que aquilo que estamos a fazer tem impacto, não é só trabalhar para aquecer. Dedicamo-nos porque afinal é aquilo que queremos fazer da vida, e por que lutámos para conseguir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mas no fundo, no fundo, o facto é que isto é mesmo como a selva. E mais cedo ou mais tarde teremos de voltar à saga da conquista de um lugar no Mundo. Com todas as injustiças que lhe são inerentes. Começar do zero, como se nada fosse, apenas com mais 2 linhas de acrescento numa folha de papel que, eventualmente, nos poderá dar esse lugar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Apesar de tudo estou tão céptica como vocês. Agradeço as vossas palavras de alento, e claro que espero que tenham razão (se dissesse que não era mentira, e para mentiras já bastam aquelas que têm de ser ditas). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mas como dita a grande sabedoria popular, vou jogar pelo seguro e começar uma nova saga... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ainda o outro se pergunta porque é que não nascem mais crianças em Portugal... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Boa Sorte, para mim, e para todos os que andam na selva.&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/7055852494523147008-2760861153476419222?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/2760861153476419222/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=2760861153476419222&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/2760861153476419222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/2760861153476419222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2007/12/sabedoria-da-selva.html' title='Sabedoria (da Selva)'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-781934822175668042</id><published>2007-11-25T21:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-25T21:46:38.028Z</updated><title type='text'>Tenham Medo... Tenham Muito Medo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pensamentosverao.blogspot.com/2007/11/meninas-fomos.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Então um Feliz Natal a todos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas não se assustem, hã?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-781934822175668042?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/781934822175668042/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=781934822175668042&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/781934822175668042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/781934822175668042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2007/11/tenham-medo-tenham-muito-medo.html' title='Tenham Medo... Tenham Muito Medo!!'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-7847366839448744902</id><published>2007-11-23T17:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-23T17:29:23.115Z</updated><title type='text'>Eu tinha de blogar isto!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Música do grande mestre José Cid... Reparem no romantismo do telefonema entre o casal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não poderia deixar de postar algo assim, em grande homenagem a este artista português...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wMAel2PcMMU&amp;rel=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wMAel2PcMMU&amp;rel=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"- Não sei viver sem ti amor... Não sei o que fazer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- Faz-me favas com chouriço..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-7847366839448744902?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/7847366839448744902/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=7847366839448744902&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/7847366839448744902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/7847366839448744902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2007/11/eu-tinha-de-blogar-isto.html' title='Eu tinha de blogar isto!!'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-3744643327502957652</id><published>2007-11-19T20:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-19T22:38:05.343Z</updated><title type='text'>És Grande!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Conheci-te a minha vida inteira. Desde 1987... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tinha eu 3 anos e já dizia que "não te queria porque abanavas muito". Aos 7 tivemos o primeiro encontro imediato com um idiota. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Acompanhaste-me durante quase 20 anos em idas e voltas, nos curtos caminhos do Feijó e arredores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Até que um belo dia de 2005 me vieste parar às mãos. Impecável, note-se. Qualquer amolgadela adicional (ou quaisquer...) são marcas da Laranjinha... Isso e os quase 10.000km que corremos juntos nestes 2 anos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;No início deste ano tivemos ainda outro encontro imediato... Não com um idiota, mas por causa de um idiota. Tudo se resolveu... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Noutros dias valeram-nos as almas caridosas que não se importaram de "dar uma forcinha" extra... E quase sempre em dias de mau tempo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A muito custo, embora por uma boa causa, lá te entreguei. Foram 63.227km lado a lado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Vais deixar saudades... De tudo, mas em especial do tempo que já passou... E dos momentos da infância que por lá ficaram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Somethings are just not ment to be forgotten..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134683973743849826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/R0IP3pDksWI/AAAAAAAAADY/SvVWoBo9ntQ/s400/Boguinhas+033.jpg" border="0" /&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/7055852494523147008-3744643327502957652?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/3744643327502957652/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=3744643327502957652&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/3744643327502957652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/3744643327502957652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2007/11/s-grande.html' title='És Grande!!!'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/R0IP3pDksWI/AAAAAAAAADY/SvVWoBo9ntQ/s72-c/Boguinhas+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-3998364501346993680</id><published>2007-11-15T11:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-21T00:01:01.084Z</updated><title type='text'>Sorrir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Mantenha esse sorriso lindo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uma das coisas boas para se ouvir logo de manhãzinha, para REcomeçar bem um dia que nem tinha começado da melhor forma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sabem aquelas pessoas que por vezes apanhamos no autocarro e que falam, falam, falam... Pois, mais uma vez, aconteceu-me sentar-se ao meu lado uma senhora assim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas esta senhora era diferente. Não que falasse menos ou mais, nada disso. Esta senhora não estava ali para falar das desgraças da vida dela, nem que "isto está cada vez pior" ou "só neste país". Ela é uma pessoa que está de bem com a vida. Aos 50 anos, casada há 34, diz que se ficarmos toda a vida à espera daquela "grande alegria" nunca vamos apreciar as pequenas alegrias que a vida nos traz. Diz que se encararmos a vida com positivismo, tudo correrá melhor. Diz que ainda hoje ia almoçar com o marido, só pelo puro gosto de ir almoçar com o marido e aproveitar esse pequeno momento. O marido que, pelo prazer de a ver feliz com pequenas coisas, lhe ofereceu um casaco que ela andava já há algum tempo a admirar. Diz que é nas pequenas coisas que encontramos a alegria da vida... "Como essa gerbera que traz na mão."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E só aí me apercebi do valor deste meu pequeno gesto. Hoje passei por uma florista daquelas de rua, típicas do Rossio, e uma gerbera laranja chamou-me do outro lado da rua. Fui buscá-la e trouxe-a para dar mais cor à minha secretária. Mas no fundo este pequeno gesto tornou todo o meu dia mais alegre. E uma coisa tão simples. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E aí entendi tudo o que ela queria dizer com as "pequenas alegrias". E acho que inconscientemente sempre tive uma filosofia de vida parecida. E vou fazer um esforço para a manter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Saiu na paragem antes da minha, despedindo-se com um "tudo de bom" acrescido de um "e mantenha esse sorriso lindo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Como sabe bem! Logo de manhãzinha! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133028293916012866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/RzwuCZDksUI/AAAAAAAAADI/9Ee2JVahR1M/s400/ist2_2821352_orange_gerbera.jpg" 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/7055852494523147008-3998364501346993680?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/3998364501346993680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=3998364501346993680&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/3998364501346993680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/3998364501346993680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2007/11/sorrir.html' title='Sorrir'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/RzwuCZDksUI/AAAAAAAAADI/9Ee2JVahR1M/s72-c/ist2_2821352_orange_gerbera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-8270655405447686312</id><published>2007-11-04T20:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-04T20:27:23.140Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje Apetece-me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...pegar no carro e partir à descoberta... Ou simplesmente partir sem destino, sem ter de chegar a lugar nenhum, ir só por ir... E depois ficar num qualquer cantinho aconchegante que me queira acolher. Ficar. Sozinha. E em paz. Sem preocupações, sem nada que me chateie. Já tinha prometido a mim mesma fazer isto há uns tempos. Mas não pus data de validade na promessa e para já continua à espera de ser cumprida... Como tantas outras! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Agora resta-me ficar. E passear por aqui deixando algumas letras. A promessa terá de aguardar mais uns tempos... Mas não será vã... Como ainda mais tantas outras!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mas não falemos de promessas vãs. Essas não são para aqui chamadas, são para serem esquecidas... Guardadas num cantinho do baú - porque no fundo, nunca nos esquecemos. E este tema - da memória - dava para todo um novo post... Mas vou deixá-lo para depois! Prometo! :) &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/7055852494523147008-8270655405447686312?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/8270655405447686312/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=8270655405447686312&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/8270655405447686312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/8270655405447686312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2007/11/hoje-apetece-me.html' title='Hoje Apetece-me...'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-8340057242142641429</id><published>2007-11-02T21:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-02T21:32:16.857Z</updated><title type='text'>Um pouco de nostalgia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Alembram-se" disto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;See the signs, you left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wont run into the trap, somethings wrong, youre under control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your life has so much pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And if water burns,(the) white bearded man,sucks out your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Are you afraid, when I am strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fars my mind, just my body thats here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You better run my darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its now or never, nothings real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep your hands away, its mine all mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Im honest man , and you just laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Theres a fire in me, &lt;strong&gt;you talk too much, words wont last&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to cry out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My spirit of life is to live with what is wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Going with the tide, claim to be apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fars your mind, its just my body thats here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You better run my darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its now or never, nothings real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep your hands away, its mine all mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;See the signs on the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;See the signs on the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No way, Im out of here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Die with all your money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Trying to reach me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep your hands away, its mine all mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep your hands away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep your hands away, its mine all mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-1nJLyC9Ts4&amp;rel=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-1nJLyC9Ts4&amp;rel=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-8340057242142641429?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/8340057242142641429/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=8340057242142641429&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/8340057242142641429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/8340057242142641429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2007/11/um-pouco-de-nostalgia.html' title='Um pouco de nostalgia...'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-8897120635432796517</id><published>2007-10-31T15:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-31T15:14:06.952Z</updated><title type='text'>OK, I Surrender!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estou apaixonada por este senhor!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8jIRO2IR0iM&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8jIRO2IR0iM&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-8897120635432796517?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/8897120635432796517/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=8897120635432796517&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/8897120635432796517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/8897120635432796517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2007/10/ok-i-surrender.html' title='OK, I Surrender!!'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-7603792268630903244</id><published>2007-10-25T12:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T17:23:07.937Z</updated><title type='text'>Life is Wonderful</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7l74d1fmZbw&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7l74d1fmZbw&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-7603792268630903244?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/7603792268630903244/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=7603792268630903244&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/7603792268630903244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;a title="How much are you worth?" href="http://www.humanforsale.com/"&gt;How much are you worth?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Este é o cúmulo dos testes parvos online...&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/7055852494523147008-2439016133516287647?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/2439016133516287647/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=2439016133516287647&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/2439016133516287647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/2439016133516287647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2007/10/nada-mau.html' title='Nada mau...(?)'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-223956950904599315</id><published>2007-10-12T21:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T21:59:36.508+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamã, eu quero!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/Rw_c6OsBVPI/AAAAAAAAACw/7QK8g_9PC4w/s1600-h/HPIM3073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120554194276799730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/Rw_c6OsBVPI/AAAAAAAAACw/7QK8g_9PC4w/s400/HPIM3073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120555225068950786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/Rw_d2OsBVQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/cnKaXPiG5f4/s400/finepix+laranja.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120557578711029010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/Rw_f_OsBVRI/AAAAAAAAADA/0PwZ82ky03Y/s400/renovaOrangeSM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já viste como é tudo tão laranjinha? Mesmo a combinar!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-223956950904599315?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/223956950904599315/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=223956950904599315&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/223956950904599315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/223956950904599315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2007/10/mam-eu-quero.html' title='Mamã, eu quero!!!'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/Rw_c6OsBVPI/AAAAAAAAACw/7QK8g_9PC4w/s72-c/HPIM3073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-5190844744653767492</id><published>2007-10-08T23:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T00:18:58.324+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muito se escreve sobre eles. Os Amigos, pois claro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Porque sobre eles há muito a dizer. Talvez nada de novo. Mas há sempre aquela necessidade de lhes dizer que os adoramos. Que não conseguimos viver sem eles. Por mais longe que estejamos... Por mais que nos afastemos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Os amigos querem-se para as parvoíces do dia-a-dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Para as lágrimas do dia-a-dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Para os momentos de aflição do dia-a-dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Para os berros que precisamos dar... no dia-a-dia... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Para as idiotices... de todos os dias... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Para a "BOA NOITE" ...de todas as noites...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;...Porque a eles havemos sempre de voltar... Demore o tempo que demorar... E lá estarão, para nos acolher de braços abertos... Para nos segurar quando tropeçamos e caímos... Para nos porem a rir que nem uns loucos até vertermos lágrimas... Para se zangarem connosco (e nós com eles) quando tem que ser... Para nos abrirem a pestana quando ela insiste em continuar cega por vontade própria... Para trocarem connosco cumplicidades, pequenas "privates" que só poucos entendem... Para te relembrarem de coisas de há séculos atrás, e fazerem-te sorrir com isso... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Alguns são nossos amigos desde antes de sermos gente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Outros não... Mas todos, sem excepção, daqueles que são realmente AMIGOS, esses sim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Vão durar até ao resto dos nossos dias... Mesmo que também já estejam mais longe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E digam-me... Apesar de tudo o que já ouviram, o que já leram, todos os clichés que se aplicam à Amizade... Se acham que dizer um pouco mais, daquilo que eles (os Amigos, pois claro) nos fazem sentir, é demais? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Eu cá penso que nunca será suficiente... Pois texto nenhum do mundo irá alguma vez traduzir completamente aquele olhar cúmplice que só amigo entende!&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/7055852494523147008-5190844744653767492?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/5190844744653767492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=5190844744653767492&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/5190844744653767492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/5190844744653767492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2007/10/os-amigos.html' title='Os Amigos'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-1818744809915709528</id><published>2007-10-01T23:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T23:20:10.294+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time Not Heard...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(I actually missed this song... And "Head Over Feet" too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's the matter Mary Jane, you had a hard day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As you place the don't disturb sign on the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You lost your place in line again, what a pity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You never seem to want to dance anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's a long way down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On this roller coaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The last chance streetcar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went off the track&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And you're on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hear you're counting sheep again Mary Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's the point of trying to dream anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hear you're losing weight again Mary Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you ever wonder who you're losing it for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well it's full speed baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the wrong direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's a few more bruises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If that's the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You insist on heading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please be honest Mary Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are you happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please don't censor your tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're the sweet crusader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And you're on your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're the last great innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And that's why I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So take this moment Mary Jane and be selfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Worry not about the cars that go by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All that matters Mary Jane is your freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Keep warm my dear, keep dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's the matter Mary Jane...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-1818744809915709528?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/1818744809915709528/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=1818744809915709528&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/1818744809915709528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/1818744809915709528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2007/10/long-time-not-heard.html' title='Long Time Not Heard...'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-5427404971939961115</id><published>2007-09-24T20:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T20:39:11.235+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Antes de jantar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;... Bora lá fazer a puta da Revolução,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dar a volta a esta merda de uma vez por todas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eu não consigo pactuar com este estado de coisas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tá na hora de pegarmos no assunto com as nossas mãos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vamos ver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(créditos: o GRANDE Carlão...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-5427404971939961115?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/5427404971939961115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=5427404971939961115&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/5427404971939961115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/5427404971939961115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2007/09/antes-de-jantar.html' title='Antes de jantar...'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-8620047045582956986</id><published>2007-09-19T23:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T23:11:14.158+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anúncio Oficial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tenho a anunciar que... (o rufo dos tambores por favor...)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ENCONTREI!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A minha ALMA GÉMEA pois 'tá claro!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E não podia estar mais feliz!! Somos iguais em (...quase..) tudo!! E a proposta foi aceite!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Estão todos convidados para o casamento do ano!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. - Para quem está a pensar o que é que deu a esta, p.f. consultem &lt;a href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537450230468721999&amp;amp;postID=7785889314984512733&amp;amp;isPopup=true"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; o pedido formal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;E depois riam-se por favor, porque isto é brincadeirinhaaaa!!!&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/7055852494523147008-8620047045582956986?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/8620047045582956986/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=8620047045582956986&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/8620047045582956986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/8620047045582956986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2007/09/anncio-oficial.html' title='Anúncio Oficial'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-6032447727998268257</id><published>2007-09-17T23:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T00:22:03.281+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Mornings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Aaaaaaaiiii estava tão bem na cama! Lool! (apeteceu-me pronto...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;- Eh pah tb eu. E acabei de perder o comboio :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Lol. Eu tou a espera do meu bus que parece-me q ta atrasado pa xuxu! Ahá! Aí vem ele! Bem... Mais um dia de trabalho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;- Q seca, pq é q não podemos ser dondocas?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Lololol realmente... Assim íamos de Jarbas po trabalho!! Sim pq dondoca, ok, mas eu ia "merrer" de tédio se não trabalhasse! Mas atão, "semos" pobres!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;in &lt;/em&gt;"Conversas de 2 Totós com Muito Sono A Uma 2ª de Manhã", &lt;em&gt;by XM &amp;amp; XC&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111312704521859506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 416px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="165" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/Ru8H0uj3cbI/AAAAAAAAACo/qucFOQRoiOk/s400/ga990301.gif" width="453" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-6032447727998268257?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/6032447727998268257/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=6032447727998268257&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/6032447727998268257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/6032447727998268257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2007/09/monday-mornings.html' title='Monday Mornings...'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/Ru8H0uj3cbI/AAAAAAAAACo/qucFOQRoiOk/s72-c/ga990301.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-7591936051492643493</id><published>2007-09-13T13:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T22:23:29.114+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um BlogoDesafio (este é rapidíssimo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Então é assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peguem no livro mais próximo (não precisa ser o que estão a ler agora, mas sim o que está mais pertinho da mão).&lt;br /&gt;Agora abram na página 161. Procurem a 5ª frase completa e coloquem-na no blog (ou na falta de blog, aqui como comentário a este post).&lt;br /&gt;Não vale procurar o livro mais giro/favorito/mais "féshon" que têm em casa. É o mais próximo e pronto.&lt;br /&gt;Depois é passar o desafio a 5 outros blogs. Ou quem quiser que responda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A mim o que me calhou na rifa foi isto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"TABELA VIII - RENDIMENTOS DE PENSÕES, TITULARES DEFICIENTES"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autores:&lt;/strong&gt; Américo Brás Carlos, Irene Antunes Abreu, João Ribeiro Durão, Maria Emília Pimenta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Editora:&lt;/strong&gt; Quid Juris, Sociedade Editora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Título:&lt;/strong&gt; Guia dos Impostos em Portugal 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora sendo que não existia efectivamente uma FRASE (nem uma 1ª, quanto mais uma 5ª), mas apenas as tabelas de retenção na fonte do IRS, vou tentar no 2º livro mais próximo... (se calhar é melhor excluirmos os livros técnicos do desafio...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Pumpkin juice spread steadily over the tablecloth, staining several feet of white linen orange, but Hermione paid no attention."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autora:&lt;/strong&gt; Joanne K. Rowling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Editora:&lt;/strong&gt; Bloomsbury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Título:&lt;/strong&gt; Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora quem me conhece sabe bem que sou uma HarryPotteriana inveterada, esses livros (sim, a colecção completa, na língua-mãe), estão sempre perto de mim. Só foram os 2ºs mais perto devido à quantidade de livros técnicos que tenho por aqui, cujas 5ªs frases da página 161 podem nem existir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comentando o excerto... É um daqueles momentos em que já estamos a viver dentro daquele universo mágico, como se não fossemos meros Muggles, desejando pertencer ao mundo de Hogwarts... Desejando não... A escrita magnífica desta senhora consegue efectivamente levar-nos para dentro da história, esquecer a vida real, e por momentos sentir que fazemos parte de tudo aquilo... E o pior é quando fechamos o livro e vemos que afinal... Somos Muggles!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ora e continuando o desafio, numa de passa-a-outro-e-não-ao-mesmo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://unprodigal-son.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Ainda Mais) Perto dos 30...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dias-longos.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Carpe Diem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ladybugs-spot.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ladybug's Spot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://o-meio-termo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O Meio Termo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pensamentosverao.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pensamentos de Verão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Divirtam-se!!&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/7055852494523147008-7591936051492643493?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/7591936051492643493/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=7591936051492643493&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/7591936051492643493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/7591936051492643493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2007/09/mais-um-blogodesafio-este-rapidssimo_13.html' title='Mais um BlogoDesafio (este é rapidíssimo)'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-5907013093324148926</id><published>2007-09-12T21:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T21:10:15.221+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje não tenho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;... nada de especial para dizer! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E apeteceu-me partilhar isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se como eu, também não têm nada de especial para dizer, por favor, manifestem-se!&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/7055852494523147008-5907013093324148926?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/5907013093324148926/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=5907013093324148926&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/5907013093324148926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/5907013093324148926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2007/09/hoje-no-tenho.html' title='Hoje não tenho...'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-7251549918959722912</id><published>2007-09-03T12:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T12:04:36.507+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Resposta ao Desafio d' "O Meio Termo"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pois como se não bastasse as cartas por corrente, os e-mails por corrente, agora também inventaram os desafios de blogues... BAH é o que vos digo, mas cá vai a resposta a' &lt;a href="http://o-meio-termo.blogspot.com/"&gt;O Meio Termo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Dia Mais Triste da Minha Vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sem mais detalhe, 26/Fev/2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Dia Mais Feliz Da Minha Vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esses felizmente tenho muitos... O mais recente... Algures em Abril de 2007 quando finalmente entrei na minha área profissional! Mas acrescento... O dia de apresentação do projecto final de curso (que alívio); 13/01/2003 e outros vários dias que não se voltarão a repetir; no 9º ano, o dia da partida para Londres; com 11 anos, na EuroDisney (pois foi!!); vários dias com os amigos, de grandes palhaçadas e elevado nível de descontracção, que se voltarão a repetir MUITAS e MUITAS vezes (hallelujah) !!! E com certeza outros que não me lembro agora... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manias&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adormecer com a roupa da cama até ao pescoço, independentemente da temperatura ambiente... Ler livros daqueles que não nos largam até ao fim, independentemente da hora que isso queira dizer... Ser organizada na minha desorganização (só eu é que me entendo! lol)... Roer as unhas (shame on me!)... Assustar o irmão para ele berrar... Passar horas em frente ao PC... Hip Hop (apesar da fraca frequência)... E com certeza outras, estão à vontade para contribuir para a lista!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Meu Filme Preferido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fight Club ; Before Sunrise (lamechas eu sei, mas atão) ; e mais qualquer coisa que quando me lembrar eu ponho aqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poeta Preferido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;São dois - Fernando Pessoa e Carlão (ou o Pacman, como quiserem. Se não acham que é poeta, desculpem, mas discordo! Não há quem brinque com as palavras como ele!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comida Preferida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não sou esquisita, gente! Mas talvez uma picanha com MUITA fruta a acompanhar, muito mal passada (estou a imaginar muita gente a dizer BIEKE neste momento), e batatas fritas CASEIRAS cortadinhas às rodelas... Muito bom!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou Muito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Distraída!!! lol Mas conheço quem seja pior... Acho que posso acrescentar o Preguiçosa aqui também... E o Organizada (embora haja quem não vá acreditar, eu para mim SOU!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viagem de Sonho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;London --&gt; New York City a bordo do Queen Mary II...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(mas antes disso, basta-me apenas New York City!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Who wants to join me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gosto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;De desafios (daqueles a sério!); de poder estar (nem que sejam 15 minutos) sem realmente nada para fazer; de ter momentos de palhaçada pura em que só se dizem disparates e se ri imenso; de poder falar a sério qd preciso; e claro, de MARKETING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As Sete Maravilhas da Minha Vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Papás!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;O Puto!! (a.k.a. o meu irmão)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A Família e a Quase-Família!! (amigos tão próximos que se tornaram família!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Amigos... Amigos... E amigos!! (Tenho uns poucos BONS amigos!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hip Hop (Dançando quando me é possível...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Os meus lençóis Cor de Laranja!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E agora os 7 desafiados:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dias-longos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carpe Diem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ladybugs-spot.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ladybug's Spot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mar-do-sul.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;Mar do Sul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://amigosdocostume.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amigos do Costume&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(e como o último tem vários autores, já faz os 7 à vontade!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. - Se não fosse a avaria no servidor de e-mail do trabalho, em conjunto com a indisponibilidade de um portal que preciso consultar, este desafio não teria sido respondido tão rápido... lol&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/7055852494523147008-7251549918959722912?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/7251549918959722912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=7251549918959722912&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/7251549918959722912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/7251549918959722912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2007/09/resposta-ao-desafio-d-o-meio-termo.html' title='Resposta ao Desafio d&apos; &quot;O Meio Termo&quot;'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-188136295439479109</id><published>2007-09-03T11:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T11:20:39.990+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Composição - "As Férias"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ao começar este post lembrei-me das composições que antes escrevia na escola... Todos os anos os mesmos temas... A primeira do ano era invariavelmente sobre... "AS FÉRIAS DE VERÃO!" E depois seguiam-se... "O Outono"; "O Natal"; "O Carnaval"; "A Primavera"... e entre muitas outras lá regressava ao "Verão"... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas não foi para falar de composições que hoje vim aqui... Mas sim de FÉRIAS!!! Das minhas férias... Que já passaram é certo... Que não foram nada do planeado... Bem, do pensado, porque se calhar se tivesse sido realmente planeado até teriam sido algo diferente. Ou não!! Eheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não importa. Não importa o sítio das férias. Importa sim a companhia, e o que fazemos do tempo. E uma das coisas mais importantes para fazer durante as férias é... (exactamente, isso...) ... NADA!!! lol Bem, não é NADA no verdadeiro sentido da palavra o tempo todo... Só às vezes. Não sabe bem por vezes ficar sem fazer nenhum? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A mim o que me sabe melhor nas férias é a ausência de coisas para cumprir - horários para acordar, tarefas específicas, respostas a dar, sítios para estar... Adoro a sensação de liberdade (embora que às vezes seja um pouco fictícia... no fundo nunca estamos assim tão livres! Mas nas férias é diferente... Sabem o que quero dizer!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ter a liberdade de sair sem qualquer preocupação de horas... porque amanhã não vais ter de acordar cedo para ir trabalhar!! A única coisa que tens REALMENTE de fazer é... bom... recuperar o sono! Aproveitar o tempo todo para estar com os amigos... Rir com todas as parvoíces que se dizem... Falar sério quando é preciso... Sentir que nada podia ser melhor do que aquele momento preciso, do que estar ali, com quem queres, com quem te quer! Felizes reencontros, que sabem tão bem, e que demoraram tanto para acontecer!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mas as férias não duram sempre... E não vou dizer "é pena", porque chega a uma altura em que já não sei estar sem nada para fazer! Então, a partir do momento em que volta a haver muito que fazer... Valham-nos os fins de semana!! Que não são assim tão poucos e que nos trazem de volta (de vez em quando) essa pequena sensação de liberdade, que nos faz esquecer tudo o que nos stressa nos restantes dias do ano! E é tão preciso fazer isso... de vez em quando!&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/7055852494523147008-188136295439479109?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/188136295439479109/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=188136295439479109&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/188136295439479109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/188136295439479109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2007/09/composio-as-frias.html' title='Composição - &quot;As Férias&quot;'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-5141930949959908050</id><published>2007-08-17T16:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T16:07:18.868+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pausa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Biló (ou blog) em pausa para férias merecidas! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Até Setembro!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-5141930949959908050?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/5141930949959908050/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=5141930949959908050&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/5141930949959908050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/5141930949959908050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2007/08/pausa.html' title='Pausa'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-5987126434248710114</id><published>2007-08-16T15:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T15:34:49.592+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E esta... quem canta?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey girl, is he everything you wanted in a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know I gave you the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You had me in the palm of your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So why your love went away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just can't seem to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thought it was me and you babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me and you until the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I guess I was wrong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't want to think about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't want to talk about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm just so sick about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can't believe it's ending this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just so confused about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feeling the blues about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just can't do without ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tell me is this fair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is this the way it's really going down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is this how we say goodbye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Should've known better when you came around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That you were gonna make me cry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's breaking my heart to watch you run around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Cause I know that you're living a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's okay baby 'cause in time you will find...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;(um dos melhores ritmos que anda por aí actualmente, sem dúvida)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-5987126434248710114?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/5987126434248710114/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=5987126434248710114&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/5987126434248710114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/5987126434248710114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2007/08/e-esta-quem-canta.html' title='E esta... quem canta?'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-3669769681383614872</id><published>2007-08-15T15:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T15:24:30.944+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Itsie Bitsie Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are these small things that you do, really itsie-bitsie-things that have no special meaning, that really aren't such a big deal... but they're able to make you travel and leave the real world (along with its real worries) behind... That really make  you close your eyes for a few seconds and make you feel like life's just perfect...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…Like eagerly reading a book as if there is no tomorrow, one of those that don’t allow you to close it until you know the end of the story...&lt;br /&gt;…Like plugging in your earphones and forget whatever is around you, and all you can pay attention is that sound filling your ears, going through your body and taking you to another place…&lt;br /&gt;…Like being home-alone, playing your favourite song on the stereo, let the rhythm possess you and dance…&lt;br /&gt;…Like meeting your best friends and just let yourself go…&lt;br /&gt;…Like sitting on a desert beach enjoying the sun and the sea and the company…&lt;br /&gt;…Like having one of those days that you just don’t feel like doing a thing…&lt;br /&gt;…Like exploding and shouting everything you always had to say but never had the courage to say before…&lt;br /&gt;…Like having a looooong bath and feel like nothing could disturb you in that peaceful moment…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m off to do one of these itsie-bitsie-things right now… Or two… &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/7055852494523147008-3669769681383614872?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/3669769681383614872/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=3669769681383614872&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/3669769681383614872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/3669769681383614872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2007/08/itsie-bitsie-things.html' title='Itsie Bitsie Things'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-5009915838800981232</id><published>2007-08-04T23:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T00:11:42.008+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O que eu descobri!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estava eu a "passear" (leia-se aqui a desesperar porque as compras nunca mais acabavam...) entre as prateleiras do Continente, quando encontrei isto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094984957032166418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/RrUF0vPcdBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/azPA9eRbp_I/s320/03-08-07_2304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Como a qualidade da fotografia no que toca aos telemóveis não é assim grande coisa, apesar de já perceberem o que é, ainda fui à procura das imagens originais da marca (viva o Google!!):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094985622752097330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/RrUGbfPcdDI/AAAAAAAAACg/8h_E2_vYaXI/s320/renovaOrangeSM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pois é... Já tinha ouvido falar do Preto... Mas &lt;strong&gt;PAPEL HIGIÉNICO COR DE LARANJA&lt;/strong&gt; (ainda por cima na sua versão mais histérica) é que nunca tinha visto!! Adorei, é claro!! Só não adorei o preço, senão teria trazido por brincadeira. Afinal... É cor de laranja!!! E sei de alguém que também há-de gostar muito!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Para usar uma expressão da moda, devo dizer que "é muito féxon!". E fiquem sabendo que se vendem nuns tubinhos tipo "caixa de garrafa de whisky", havendo ainda a versão verde-histérica, preto e vermelho. E não só papel higiénico, também há rolo de cozinha, guardanapos e lenços de papel!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Enfim, grandes ideias do Marketing, sem dúvida. Claramente o objectivo não será obter vendas em massa, mas sim causar este fenómeno do "word-of-mouth". Fico curiosa sobre o sucesso deste lançamento colorido!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094985622752097314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/RrUGbfPcdCI/AAAAAAAAACY/7LoFedZwJk0/s320/3orange.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que me dizes disto, Mr. C ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-5009915838800981232?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/5009915838800981232/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=5009915838800981232&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/5009915838800981232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/5009915838800981232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2007/08/o-que-eu-descobri.html' title='O que eu descobri!!!'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/RrUF0vPcdBI/AAAAAAAAACQ/azPA9eRbp_I/s72-c/03-08-07_2304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-2222133294837005243</id><published>2007-07-31T10:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T10:39:31.942+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You talk about me, you talk about you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everything I do, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like it's something, that needs repeating. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't need an alibi or for you to realize, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The things we left unsaid, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are only taking space up in our heads.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make it my fault, win the game &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Point the finger, place the blame &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Address me up and down, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It doesn't matter now.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;De quem é esta música?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-2222133294837005243?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/2222133294837005243/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=2222133294837005243&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/2222133294837005243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/2222133294837005243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2007/07/desafio.html' title='Desafio'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7055852494523147008.post-2340568220601087350</id><published>2007-07-29T21:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T22:38:29.554+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desta vez, Alqueva</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/Rq0AgvPcc9I/AAAAAAAAABw/FLYnyq6oODc/s1600-h/Alqueva+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092727316062958546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/Rq0AgvPcc9I/AAAAAAAAABw/FLYnyq6oODc/s400/Alqueva+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Afinal, o regresso ao pequeno paraíso Alentejano foi ainda mais rápido do que o planeado! Como sabem bem estes dias sem planos, dias estes que esperamos que sejam eles a dirigir os nossos caminhos, deixando as preocupações do dia-a-dia em local incerto e bem longínquo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Desta vez levaram-me até ao Alqueva, barragem do desacordo e da polémica nacional... Politiquices à parte, é de facto imponente, não a barragem em si, mas o próprio lago, que na sua grandeza se estende calmamente pela planície alentejana. Já há uns tempos que aguardava lá ir, mesmo para contemplar a sua imensidão. Confirma-se a sua grandeza... e o calor intenso também! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E devo dizer que o Litoral não ficou esquecido... Apesar de apenas de passagem, é sempre bom voltar! E &lt;a href="http://pensamentosverao.blogspot.com/"&gt;cito&lt;/a&gt;: "como é bom olhar o mar e ver o teu sorriso nas ondas..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092735223097750498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/Rq0Hs_Pcc-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/-8rPJu9FdeI/s400/HPIM0701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7055852494523147008-2340568220601087350?l=obilolaranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/feeds/2340568220601087350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7055852494523147008&amp;postID=2340568220601087350&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/2340568220601087350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7055852494523147008/posts/default/2340568220601087350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obilolaranja.blogspot.com/2007/07/desta-vez-alqueva.html' title='Desta vez, Alqueva'/><author><name>d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjfk0n02lco/TyWtHrBAA5I/AAAAAAAAAes/jUNpr5e47yk/s220/stock-photo-11829932-half-peeled-orange.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ECm9zPUjdzI/Rq0AgvPcc9I/AAAAAAAAABw/FLYnyq6oODc/s72-c/Alqueva+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
