<?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-8248939938282256427</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:45:00.849Z</updated><title type='text'>Salto Agulha</title><subtitle type='html'>A minha essência feminina dissecada ao extremo</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsaltoagulha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248939938282256427/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsaltoagulha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MyRedShoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14123439001746693464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248939938282256427.post-4230029974989797219</id><published>2008-01-11T20:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-11T20:55:50.936Z</updated><title type='text'>O HI5 (e similares!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Actualmente é dificil encontrar alguém, com acesso frequente à internet, que não possua simultaneamente uma página pessoal na web. Entre artistas é mais usual o "MYSPACE", entre os restantes mortais nacionais é mais comum o "HI5". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...não são mais do que páginas e páginas com fotografias e detalhes da vida particular de cada um que fazem as delicias da veia mais "voyeur" de cada um de nós.&lt;br /&gt;Encontrar aquele tipo giro do tempo do liceu, saber que a miúda mais popular do 10ºano está gorda, feia e com uma ninhada de filhos atrás depois de ter casado com o "cromo" lá do sítio.&lt;br /&gt;Ver aquela tipa muito simples que virou Dôtora chic.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, uma inutilidade que todos nós já vimos pelo menos uma vez e que alguns (aqui eu me confesso!), apesar de conhecer(mos) a futilidade total destes espaços os alimentam(os)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...nem todos somos perfeitos! e eu não o sou, certamente!!&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/8248939938282256427-4230029974989797219?l=emsaltoagulha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsaltoagulha.blogspot.com/feeds/4230029974989797219/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248939938282256427&amp;postID=4230029974989797219' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248939938282256427/posts/default/4230029974989797219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248939938282256427/posts/default/4230029974989797219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsaltoagulha.blogspot.com/2008/01/o-hi5-e-similares.html' title='O HI5 (e similares!)'/><author><name>MyRedShoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14123439001746693464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248939938282256427.post-4894933301955751421</id><published>2008-01-06T14:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-06T14:35:19.523Z</updated><title type='text'>É impressão minha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...ou ainda mal terminou o Natal e já anda tudo a pensar no &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Carnaval&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto está tão mau que já ninguém consegue levar a sua vidinha sem ter uma festa em mente?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu como como até gosto de festas e festinhas, já decidi qual vai ser a minha&lt;strong&gt; fantasia&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6iDYmUw4SYY/R4DmFE9w_yI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Jia6xMWFrsI/s1600-h/odalisca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152370948618387234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6iDYmUw4SYY/R4DmFE9w_yI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Jia6xMWFrsI/s320/odalisca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...a de carnaval, claro!&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/8248939938282256427-4894933301955751421?l=emsaltoagulha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsaltoagulha.blogspot.com/feeds/4894933301955751421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248939938282256427&amp;postID=4894933301955751421' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248939938282256427/posts/default/4894933301955751421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248939938282256427/posts/default/4894933301955751421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsaltoagulha.blogspot.com/2008/01/impresso-minha.html' title='É impressão minha...'/><author><name>MyRedShoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14123439001746693464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6iDYmUw4SYY/R4DmFE9w_yI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Jia6xMWFrsI/s72-c/odalisca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248939938282256427.post-2007817221322309935</id><published>2007-12-17T11:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-17T12:37:27.656Z</updated><title type='text'>Natal consumista?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Obviamente que não! As sugestões q se seguem são meras indicações de pequenas lembranças com o intuito de ajudar aqueles que me rodeiam e estão algo aflitos e sem perspectivas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porantanto, em jeito de sugestão, cá vai uma "&lt;em&gt;piquena&lt;/em&gt;" lista:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6iDYmUw4SYY/R2ZjqE9w_uI/AAAAAAAAABw/_uiJeWrjTyw/s1600-h/sonyvaio5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6iDYmUw4SYY/R2ZrI09w_xI/AAAAAAAAACI/L8aXG9NiZdg/s1600-h/sony-vaio-cr.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144917423718203154" style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="171" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6iDYmUw4SYY/R2ZrI09w_xI/AAAAAAAAACI/L8aXG9NiZdg/s320/sony-vaio-cr.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; na hierarquia de lembranças esta surge logo à cabeceira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;depois,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;um cheque prenda, neste paraíso, também cai muito bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6iDYmUw4SYY/R2ZmME9w_vI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WJ1qougleCI/s1600-h/vs2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144911981994639090" style="WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="180" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6iDYmUw4SYY/R2ZmME9w_vI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WJ1qougleCI/s320/vs2.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e, finalmente:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6iDYmUw4SYY/R2ZpD09w_wI/AAAAAAAAACA/Ed1yROmcC7o/s1600-h/49_image_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144915138795601666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6iDYmUw4SYY/R2ZpD09w_wI/AAAAAAAAACA/Ed1yROmcC7o/s320/49_image_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; e para dar uso ao ponto dois, nada melhor de que a oferta do programa especial fim de ano, neste recanto tão encantador com a melhor companhia... ou seja, a habitual e imprescindível!! ( mais pormenores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://flamingomotel.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&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:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&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/8248939938282256427-2007817221322309935?l=emsaltoagulha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsaltoagulha.blogspot.com/feeds/2007817221322309935/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248939938282256427&amp;postID=2007817221322309935' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248939938282256427/posts/default/2007817221322309935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248939938282256427/posts/default/2007817221322309935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsaltoagulha.blogspot.com/2007/12/natal-consumista.html' title='Natal consumista?...'/><author><name>MyRedShoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14123439001746693464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6iDYmUw4SYY/R2ZrI09w_xI/AAAAAAAAACI/L8aXG9NiZdg/s72-c/sony-vaio-cr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248939938282256427.post-3958406896388576464</id><published>2007-12-11T22:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-11T22:34:25.513Z</updated><title type='text'>O defeito é só meu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...ou há por aí mais alguém que não faz a mínima ideia do que vai fazer na passagem de ano, que tem vontade de fazer algo extremamente original, mas não tem perspectivas nenhumas em vista?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...é que, para quem, como eu, gosta de ter tudo muito bem programado com antecedência, isto &lt;strong&gt;dá-me cabo dos nervos&lt;/strong&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/8248939938282256427-3958406896388576464?l=emsaltoagulha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsaltoagulha.blogspot.com/feeds/3958406896388576464/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248939938282256427&amp;postID=3958406896388576464' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248939938282256427/posts/default/3958406896388576464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248939938282256427/posts/default/3958406896388576464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsaltoagulha.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-defeito-s-meu.html' title='O defeito é só meu?'/><author><name>MyRedShoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14123439001746693464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248939938282256427.post-5631157007078740823</id><published>2007-12-05T19:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-05T19:20:01.241Z</updated><title type='text'>Time for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6iDYmUw4SYY/R1b5rfUtRWI/AAAAAAAAABo/NRXuwlYcVE8/s1600-h/pausa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140570550228043106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6iDYmUw4SYY/R1b5rfUtRWI/AAAAAAAAABo/NRXuwlYcVE8/s320/pausa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sou obrigada a fazer um &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;interregno&lt;/span&gt; nestas lides. Não sei por quanto tempo mas espero regressar. Isto faz-me falta.&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/8248939938282256427-5631157007078740823?l=emsaltoagulha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsaltoagulha.blogspot.com/feeds/5631157007078740823/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248939938282256427&amp;postID=5631157007078740823' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248939938282256427/posts/default/5631157007078740823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248939938282256427/posts/default/5631157007078740823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsaltoagulha.blogspot.com/2007/12/time-for-me.html' title='Time for me'/><author><name>MyRedShoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14123439001746693464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6iDYmUw4SYY/R1b5rfUtRWI/AAAAAAAAABo/NRXuwlYcVE8/s72-c/pausa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248939938282256427.post-3759030156610694725</id><published>2007-12-05T12:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-05T12:36:19.092Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque é Outono</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6iDYmUw4SYY/R1aa9PUtRVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-oHDyjwFz4o/s1600-h/221927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140466401566082386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="234" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6iDYmUw4SYY/R1aa9PUtRVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-oHDyjwFz4o/s320/221927.jpg" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desenraizada&lt;/strong&gt;. é assim que me sinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Despreendida de quase tudo. Sem vontade para quase nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sinto-me a desfalecer a cada momento face a cada minuto que vai sendo contado no relógio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O tempo tem-se tornado um inimigo. Os problemas e as expectativas vão sendo inversamente proporcinais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No &lt;strong&gt;sapatinho&lt;/strong&gt;, neste Natal&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;precisava de um passe para dar a volta. Não ao mundo, mas à minha vida.&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/8248939938282256427-3759030156610694725?l=emsaltoagulha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsaltoagulha.blogspot.com/feeds/3759030156610694725/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248939938282256427&amp;postID=3759030156610694725' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248939938282256427/posts/default/3759030156610694725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248939938282256427/posts/default/3759030156610694725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsaltoagulha.blogspot.com/2007/12/porque-outono.html' title='Porque é Outono'/><author><name>MyRedShoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14123439001746693464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6iDYmUw4SYY/R1aa9PUtRVI/AAAAAAAAABc/-oHDyjwFz4o/s72-c/221927.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248939938282256427.post-2510796847848602370</id><published>2007-12-05T00:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-05T00:27:18.180Z</updated><title type='text'>Subsídio de Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6iDYmUw4SYY/R1XwMPUtRUI/AAAAAAAAABU/M09mIqmNKs4/s1600-h/mario+e+lucia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140278642775770434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6iDYmUw4SYY/R1XwMPUtRUI/AAAAAAAAABU/M09mIqmNKs4/s400/mario+e+lucia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Este Senhor que aparece em primeiro plano na imagem chama-se &lt;strong&gt;Mário Franco&lt;/strong&gt;, é manequim e foi durante dois anos consecutivos eleito como o melhor manequim nacional. Por acaso, só mesmo por acaso, mora a 100 metros da minha casa, logo é meu vizinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ora qual não é o meu espanto, um destes dias quando eu vou a passar na rua e dou de caras com este Sr. semi-despido (!!!) em calções, galochas e máquina pulverizadora às costas a espalhar veneno pra ervas daninhas em frente ao portão de casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...uma máquina fotográfica naquele preciso momento e um fax para o jornal (?!) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;24Horas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; tinham-me pago as prendas de Natal!&lt;/span&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/8248939938282256427-2510796847848602370?l=emsaltoagulha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsaltoagulha.blogspot.com/feeds/2510796847848602370/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248939938282256427&amp;postID=2510796847848602370' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248939938282256427/posts/default/2510796847848602370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248939938282256427/posts/default/2510796847848602370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsaltoagulha.blogspot.com/2007/12/este-senhor-que-aparece-em-primeiro.html' title='Subsídio de Natal'/><author><name>MyRedShoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14123439001746693464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6iDYmUw4SYY/R1XwMPUtRUI/AAAAAAAAABU/M09mIqmNKs4/s72-c/mario+e+lucia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248939938282256427.post-3153995382642295370</id><published>2007-11-19T21:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-19T21:21:54.822Z</updated><title type='text'>Contagem decrescente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6iDYmUw4SYY/R0H-DV-UOSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BG_NYcSwVvw/s1600-h/47josh-rouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134664383570655522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6iDYmUw4SYY/R0H-DV-UOSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BG_NYcSwVvw/s200/47josh-rouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Já só faltam &lt;strong&gt;8 dias&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As &lt;strong&gt;expectativas&lt;/strong&gt; estão muito altas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para quem não conhece, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/joshrouse"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;experimentem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/8248939938282256427-3153995382642295370?l=emsaltoagulha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsaltoagulha.blogspot.com/feeds/3153995382642295370/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248939938282256427&amp;postID=3153995382642295370' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248939938282256427/posts/default/3153995382642295370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248939938282256427/posts/default/3153995382642295370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsaltoagulha.blogspot.com/2007/11/contagem-decrescente.html' title='Contagem decrescente...'/><author><name>MyRedShoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14123439001746693464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6iDYmUw4SYY/R0H-DV-UOSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BG_NYcSwVvw/s72-c/47josh-rouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248939938282256427.post-4249467493040604908</id><published>2007-11-18T21:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-19T23:45:24.851Z</updated><title type='text'>"O grupo"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Conheço diversos colegas que em conversas de circunstância usam a expressão "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;faz/não faz parte do grupo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;". Mas o que é isto do grupo (?), perguntei eu, certa vez.&lt;br /&gt;Ora, segundo entendi, é ter um conjunto de amigos com que se vai para os copos (ou simplesmente se vai encontrar todas as sextas e sábados depois do jantar no mesmo tasco da esquina).&lt;br /&gt;E depois faz-se o grupo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após este breve esclarecimento, pergunto eu, novamente (&lt;em&gt;eu sei, sou um bocadinho pró masuquista&lt;/em&gt;!!), e para pertencer ou entrar "pó grupo" é necessário entregar Curriculum Vitae relacional (&lt;em&gt;porque o conceito funciona melhor se os membros já forem todos anilhados, já que evita uma possível promiscuidade entre membros&lt;/em&gt;!) ou tem que ser do género dos grupos de entrada restrita do género da Feitoria Inglesa, só a convite dos membros antigos e com concordância plena da maioria?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...erro grave. Já me tinham dito que as pessoas lidam um tanto ao quanto, vá lá, mal com a ironia e o sarcasmo e a coisa acabou com um conceito de vida social dissecada ao máximo e comigo a rir das inúmeras piadas que o tema é susceptível de criar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusão&lt;/strong&gt;: o ambiente de trabalho nos dias seguintes ficou um nadinha mais pesado!&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/8248939938282256427-4249467493040604908?l=emsaltoagulha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsaltoagulha.blogspot.com/feeds/4249467493040604908/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248939938282256427&amp;postID=4249467493040604908' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248939938282256427/posts/default/4249467493040604908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248939938282256427/posts/default/4249467493040604908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsaltoagulha.blogspot.com/2007/11/o-grupo.html' title='&quot;O grupo&quot;'/><author><name>MyRedShoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14123439001746693464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248939938282256427.post-5848379391604844655</id><published>2007-11-18T21:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-18T21:48:39.534Z</updated><title type='text'>(Ainda) Juntos, bem juntinhos*...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6iDYmUw4SYY/R0Cx5F-UORI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vAKipkoHSpU/s1600-h/abraco1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134299169616574738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6iDYmUw4SYY/R0Cx5F-UORI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vAKipkoHSpU/s200/abraco1a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6iDYmUw4SYY/R0CxWF-UOQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XgpDTMHIRek/s1600-h/CÃ³pia+de+Imagem+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...simplesmente porque ele continua (cada vez mais!) a ser tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amigo, o colo, o abraço, o ombro, a paixão, o amor, o amante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...simplesmente meu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;para aqueles que me conhecem sob outra faceta e estranham aparecer sozinha.&lt;/em&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/8248939938282256427-5848379391604844655?l=emsaltoagulha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsaltoagulha.blogspot.com/feeds/5848379391604844655/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248939938282256427&amp;postID=5848379391604844655' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248939938282256427/posts/default/5848379391604844655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248939938282256427/posts/default/5848379391604844655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsaltoagulha.blogspot.com/2007/11/ainda-juntos-bem-juntinhos.html' title='(Ainda) Juntos, bem juntinhos*...'/><author><name>MyRedShoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14123439001746693464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6iDYmUw4SYY/R0Cx5F-UORI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vAKipkoHSpU/s72-c/abraco1a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248939938282256427.post-1843491493388949308</id><published>2007-11-17T11:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-17T11:10:44.500Z</updated><title type='text'>Coisas que me chateiam MESMO muito:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6iDYmUw4SYY/Rz7LKV-UOPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lhpoKOItiwU/s1600-h/stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133764003806591218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" height="257" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6iDYmUw4SYY/Rz7LKV-UOPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lhpoKOItiwU/s320/stress.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...ser acordada às 8h30 da manhã por um míudo, com idade suficiente para ter juízo, a gritar no jardim da vizinha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O que chateia mesmo, mesmo muito é o facto de ser fim de semana, mas sobretudo porque isto acontece TODOS os fins de semana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pergunto eu&lt;/strong&gt;, será razão para eu começar a praticar tiro ao alvo?&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/8248939938282256427-1843491493388949308?l=emsaltoagulha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsaltoagulha.blogspot.com/feeds/1843491493388949308/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248939938282256427&amp;postID=1843491493388949308' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248939938282256427/posts/default/1843491493388949308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248939938282256427/posts/default/1843491493388949308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsaltoagulha.blogspot.com/2007/11/coisas-que-me-chateiam-mesmo-muito.html' title='Coisas que me chateiam MESMO muito:'/><author><name>MyRedShoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14123439001746693464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6iDYmUw4SYY/Rz7LKV-UOPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lhpoKOItiwU/s72-c/stress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248939938282256427.post-8356830366909784172</id><published>2007-11-15T23:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-15T23:59:23.258Z</updated><title type='text'>Prontoxx já está!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;... a maquilhagem já está feita (coisa simples, que eu não sou dada a complexidades, pelo menos quando mete computadores ao barulho!), agora só faltam as ideias. É esperar para ver o que aparece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Já estava com muitas saudades desde que andei primeiro por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://aquedadumanjo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; e depois por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tachosepicaretas.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248939938282256427-8356830366909784172?l=emsaltoagulha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emsaltoagulha.blogspot.com/feeds/8356830366909784172/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248939938282256427&amp;postID=8356830366909784172' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248939938282256427/posts/default/8356830366909784172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248939938282256427/posts/default/8356830366909784172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emsaltoagulha.blogspot.com/2007/11/prontoxx-j-est.html' title='Prontoxx já está!'/><author><name>MyRedShoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14123439001746693464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
