<?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-8994805060698223663</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:43:47.611Z</updated><category term='Modernices e Esquisitices'/><category term='Musica...'/><category term='Teorias e Conspirações'/><category term='Os Contras da Vida...'/><category term='Falando Sério...'/><category term='Borgas...'/><category term='Cinema e Literaturas...'/><title type='text'>ETC E COISA E TAL</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-4123894949282018092</id><published>2011-02-23T09:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-23T09:46:14.019Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falando Sério...'/><title type='text'>PRECE DA SERENIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GOwnxuASG8g/TWTVtQX4qUI/AAAAAAAACTw/XlDfAYKlS-w/s1600/prece_da_serenidade_1_2+Completa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GOwnxuASG8g/TWTVtQX4qUI/AAAAAAAACTw/XlDfAYKlS-w/s320/prece_da_serenidade_1_2+Completa.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Deparei-me com esta Prece da Serenidade completa no vasto mundo que é a Internet ...já a conhecia e sempre achei muito bonita, em tempos difíceis, como este, costumo refugiar-me na primeira parte deste prece. Resolvi partilhar pois, apesar de atravessar um mar revolto continuo a achar que depois do temporal vem a bonança&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/8994805060698223663-4123894949282018092?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/4123894949282018092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/4123894949282018092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2011/02/prece-da-serenidade.html' title='PRECE DA SERENIDADE'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GOwnxuASG8g/TWTVtQX4qUI/AAAAAAAACTw/XlDfAYKlS-w/s72-c/prece_da_serenidade_1_2+Completa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-984395759605854841</id><published>2011-02-22T10:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-22T10:00:30.042Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falando Sério...'/><title type='text'>NOVAS TECNOLOGIAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l61HycLmTF0/TWOHrOur9WI/AAAAAAAACTs/5mcOwQesITI/s1600/geracao_futuro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l61HycLmTF0/TWOHrOur9WI/AAAAAAAACTs/5mcOwQesITI/s320/geracao_futuro.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As novas tecnologias não param de me espantar, o mundo e a eletrónica estão a evoluir à velocidade da luz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que também eu me rendi à internet, ao facebook e ao pda...agora o que eu gostava mesmo era que fossemos comandados por ligações, e botões de ligar/desligar assim poderia entrar em modo de hibernação ou então em modo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tendo agendado o modo&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; para daqui a 3 ou 4 meses...este desejo pode ser considerado igoismo ou cobardia mas é o que sinto ...&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/8994805060698223663-984395759605854841?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/984395759605854841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/984395759605854841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2011/02/novas-tecnologias.html' title='NOVAS TECNOLOGIAS'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l61HycLmTF0/TWOHrOur9WI/AAAAAAAACTs/5mcOwQesITI/s72-c/geracao_futuro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-5537447428343662579</id><published>2011-02-16T08:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-16T08:31:16.267Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falando Sério...'/><title type='text'>LIVRE ARBITRIO?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZNKDp4JPX0/TVuHKvTLkZI/AAAAAAAACTg/xkJnWTIUkU8/s1600/incerteza.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZNKDp4JPX0/TVuHKvTLkZI/AAAAAAAACTg/xkJnWTIUkU8/s1600/incerteza.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A vida é feita de incertezas, de escolhas e de esperas...nunca temos &lt;strong&gt;certeza&lt;/strong&gt; de como o nosso dia vai acabar, &lt;strong&gt;escolhemos&lt;/strong&gt; sempre o caminho que nos parece mais seguro e &lt;strong&gt;esperamos&lt;/strong&gt; que o dia acabe da melhor maneira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Todos nos habituamos a que assim seja e já nem nos apercebemos da quantidade de escolhas&amp;nbsp; e de esperas que preenchem o nosso quotidiano, por isso optamos pela caminho A ou B sem pensarmos muito nisso o que nos leva, por vezes, a situações complicadas ou delicadas que talvez fossem evitadas se tivéssemos perdido algum tempo a pensar no caminho que escolhemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Vezes há em que por muito que pensemos não depende de nós... a escolha não é nossa...a vida, Deus, o Universo,depende&amp;nbsp;no que acreditamos,&amp;nbsp;escolhem por nós fazendo-nos sentir meros observadores do que a nosso vida será...obrigando-nos a assistir impotentes às voltas que o nosso destino dá e até onde nos leva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;É difícil aceitar que nem sempre temos o poder e o controlo, magoa saber que nada podemos fazer para resolver, remediar ou mudar certas situações escolhendo outra rota para a nossa vida...a única coisa que podemos fazer é aceitar e tentar viver com a certeza de que a vida é mesmo feita de &lt;strong&gt;incertezas, escolhas e esperas&lt;/strong&gt; que por nem sempre dependem de nós e que o poder nem sempre está ao nosso alcance.&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/8994805060698223663-5537447428343662579?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/5537447428343662579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/5537447428343662579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2011/02/livre-arbitrio.html' title='LIVRE ARBITRIO?'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZNKDp4JPX0/TVuHKvTLkZI/AAAAAAAACTg/xkJnWTIUkU8/s72-c/incerteza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-4943927684796010613</id><published>2011-02-14T08:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-14T08:33:19.717Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falando Sério...'/><title type='text'>ESPERANÇA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pWFm25QKvEk/TVjmYlvU27I/AAAAAAAACTc/CFbPYtMrgP0/s1600/esperanca-blogger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pWFm25QKvEk/TVjmYlvU27I/AAAAAAAACTc/CFbPYtMrgP0/s320/esperanca-blogger.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Há muito tempo que não coloco nada deste blog, talvez porque a minha intenção &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;fosse manter este espaço para reflexões mais leves e algo humorísticas mas...a vida nem sempre nos dá margem de manobra para isso, pelo que,&amp;nbsp; as minha reflexões antes e depois do café serão leves e humorísticas ou pesadas e realistas quanto tal se verifique. Por vezes temos todos de ter alguma esperança mesmo quando tudo parece ruir ou se apresenta com frestas e o solo onde pisamos parece incerto...há que ter esperança e ser forte para nós e para os que de nós precisam e se apoiam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;É complicado por vezes ter esperança num futuro que se apresenta incerto ...mas temos de continuar a seguir em frente porque se deixarmos de ter esperança e desistirmos é como se já estivessemos mortos.&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/8994805060698223663-4943927684796010613?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/4943927684796010613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/4943927684796010613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2011/02/esperanca.html' title='ESPERANÇA'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pWFm25QKvEk/TVjmYlvU27I/AAAAAAAACTc/CFbPYtMrgP0/s72-c/esperanca-blogger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-5166049949787333746</id><published>2010-07-15T11:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T11:44:27.599+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teorias e Conspirações'/><title type='text'>ATAQUE DE NERVOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TD7k2LcKSrI/AAAAAAAACOw/6iw6TvYVuV0/s1600/3948furia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TD7k2LcKSrI/AAAAAAAACOw/6iw6TvYVuV0/s320/3948furia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;...Verão...calor...roupas diminutas...e mesmo assim os meus colegam andam todos com os nervos em alta escala...só me resta olhar para o ar assobiar e sair de fininho não vá sobrar algum mau humor para mim...Porque qualquer dia passo a tser uma MULHER Á BEIRA DE UM ATAQUE DE NERVOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994805060698223663-5166049949787333746?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/5166049949787333746/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=5166049949787333746' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/5166049949787333746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/5166049949787333746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2010/07/ataque-de-nervos.html' title='ATAQUE DE NERVOS'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TD7k2LcKSrI/AAAAAAAACOw/6iw6TvYVuV0/s72-c/3948furia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-7019983612761565964</id><published>2010-06-30T13:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T13:40:34.694+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modernices e Esquisitices'/><title type='text'>NOVA MODA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCs5-lqWbZI/AAAAAAAACK0/Dgt6tQiP70A/s1600/neuestenTrends7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCs5-lqWbZI/AAAAAAAACK0/Dgt6tQiP70A/s320/neuestenTrends7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;E eu a julgar que já tinha visto tudo depois do post das saias japonesas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCs6z6MXb5I/AAAAAAAACK8/cpJtspfprus/s1600/perverses_t-shirt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCs6z6MXb5I/AAAAAAAACK8/cpJtspfprus/s320/perverses_t-shirt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCs64ugJfQI/AAAAAAAACLM/Rf7XZ1381cY/s1600/neuestenTrends6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCs64ugJfQI/AAAAAAAACLM/Rf7XZ1381cY/s320/neuestenTrends6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/8994805060698223663-7019983612761565964?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/7019983612761565964/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=7019983612761565964' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/7019983612761565964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/7019983612761565964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2010/06/nova-moda.html' title='NOVA MODA'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCs5-lqWbZI/AAAAAAAACK0/Dgt6tQiP70A/s72-c/neuestenTrends7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-3790342999425111207</id><published>2010-06-22T09:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T09:43:41.448+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modernices e Esquisitices'/><title type='text'>ULTIMA MODA...JAPONESA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCB2zzRTWWI/AAAAAAAACEk/m72O3wrm9ZQ/s1600/saia+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCB2zzRTWWI/AAAAAAAACEk/m72O3wrm9ZQ/s320/saia+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O que vêem aqui não são saias transparentes....Isto são desenhos pintados na saia para fazer acreditar que as cuecas são visíveis. ...Esta é a ultima moda no Japão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCB2xyIAsWI/AAAAAAAACEc/cYeV4mUjYNE/s1600/saia2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCB2xyIAsWI/AAAAAAAACEc/cYeV4mUjYNE/s320/saia2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Quando pensamos que já vimos tudo...O que irão eles inventar a seguir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCB2wgZLpZI/AAAAAAAACEU/I6yScV0-3uI/s1600/saia1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCB2wgZLpZI/AAAAAAAACEU/I6yScV0-3uI/s320/saia1.jpg" /&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/8994805060698223663-3790342999425111207?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/3790342999425111207/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=3790342999425111207' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/3790342999425111207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/3790342999425111207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2010/06/ultima-modajaponesa.html' title='ULTIMA MODA...JAPONESA'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCB2zzRTWWI/AAAAAAAACEk/m72O3wrm9ZQ/s72-c/saia+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-3199382173918876489</id><published>2010-06-20T14:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T14:13:33.247+01:00</updated><title type='text'>VERDADE ABSOLUTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TB4TO_mypoI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/386G8RpQpyM/s1600/desenhos_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TB4TO_mypoI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/386G8RpQpyM/s320/desenhos_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Quem trabalha muito, erra muito; quem trabalha pouco, erra pouco; quem não trabalha não erra, e quem não erra é promovido.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Há dias enviaram-me este ditado pelo mail....impossível não reconhecer a verdade nesta frase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Por isso é também impossível não me tornar num autentico cão raivoso sempre que leio esta bendita frase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994805060698223663-3199382173918876489?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/3199382173918876489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/3199382173918876489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2010/06/verdade-absoluta.html' title='VERDADE ABSOLUTA'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TB4TO_mypoI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/386G8RpQpyM/s72-c/desenhos_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-9102813867911584570</id><published>2010-05-04T14:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T14:39:13.101+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teorias e Conspirações'/><title type='text'>Maus espíritos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/S-Ag1RDobtI/AAAAAAAAB10/NwDlrLqFdEM/s1600/bruxa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467406047111573202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/S-Ag1RDobtI/AAAAAAAAB10/NwDlrLqFdEM/s400/bruxa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;Os Chefes são como as Nuvens, quando desaparecem fica um dia lindo.&lt;br /&gt;Que desaparecem e levem com eles a prepotência e arrogância...&lt;br /&gt;para não termos nós de levar com as frustrações que os espíritos malignos têm depois de tomarem, conta dos corpos dos nossos santos chefes que ...de um dia para o outro... ENFIM!&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/8994805060698223663-9102813867911584570?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/9102813867911584570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/9102813867911584570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2010/05/maus-espiritos.html' title='Maus espíritos'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/S-Ag1RDobtI/AAAAAAAAB10/NwDlrLqFdEM/s72-c/bruxa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-5844232575285273329</id><published>2010-04-27T09:39:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T09:47:38.152+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os Contras da Vida...'/><title type='text'>GREVES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/S9ai0FzHpqI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/CQIhvbwoG_A/s1600/trem%2520superlotado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464734213654161058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/S9ai0FzHpqI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/CQIhvbwoG_A/s400/trem%2520superlotado.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Já estava a imaginar que dos poucos comboios que hoje circulam estejam assim...eu até concordo com as greves agora todos ao mesmos tempo?...realmente não posso dizer que concordo mas também não discordo pelo que...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;não será nem Não nem Sim será NIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Eu até acho que as greves são muito brandas...(mansas não porque poderia sempre alguém ofender a minha tia se a tivesse é claro...), mas também estamos num país onde até os parlamentares fazem greve por isso...Vamos todos fazer greve para ver se depois quando o Trocaste for pedir ajuda , à semelhança da Grécia, nos calha alguma coisa...&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/8994805060698223663-5844232575285273329?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/5844232575285273329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/5844232575285273329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2010/04/greves.html' title='GREVES'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/S9ai0FzHpqI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/CQIhvbwoG_A/s72-c/trem%2520superlotado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-488846803315511525</id><published>2010-04-14T08:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T08:31:01.508+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falando Sério...'/><title type='text'>Tolerância PAPAL?...Sou FP e Não Concordo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/S8VsuTqUwCI/AAAAAAAABzQ/hzsD5UIOEOU/s1600/home-page_cortada_baixo_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459889666064171042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/S8VsuTqUwCI/AAAAAAAABzQ/hzsD5UIOEOU/s400/home-page_cortada_baixo_07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;...Ontem enquanto jantava ouvi algo que me pareceu surreal...Tolerância de Ponto para os Funcionários Públicos dia 13 de Maio...+ tarde do dia 11 para Lisboa + manha do dia 14 para o Porto... &lt;strong&gt;POR CAUSA DO PAPA????...&lt;/strong&gt;Fiquei sem palavras....&lt;strong&gt;Vamos fazer um baixo assinado para que este senhor cá venha todos os meses malta???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu até sou funcionária pública há 14 anos mas até eu considero isto um escândalo...É uma decisão absolutamente lógica para não dizer dizer outra coisa...eu até pensei que estava a ficar louca e que tinha começado a ouvir vozes....da TV ....além disto só tenho algo a dizer...&lt;strong&gt;ESTOU SEM PALAVRAS...TENHAM VERGONHA NA CARA E JUÍZO ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ver noticia: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://tsf.sapo.pt/PaginaInicial/Economia/Interior.aspx?content_id=1543097"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://tsf.sapo.pt/PaginaInicial/Economia/Interior.aspx?content_id=1543097&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/8994805060698223663-488846803315511525?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/488846803315511525/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=488846803315511525' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/488846803315511525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/488846803315511525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2010/04/tolerancia-papalsou-fp-e-nao-concordo.html' title='Tolerância PAPAL?...Sou FP e Não Concordo'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/S8VsuTqUwCI/AAAAAAAABzQ/hzsD5UIOEOU/s72-c/home-page_cortada_baixo_07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-3129937115331199308</id><published>2010-04-08T10:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T10:10:03.589+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os Contras da Vida...'/><title type='text'>Tomem um Duche...PLEASE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/S72clREhnUI/AAAAAAAABx8/cns-k1KNjbs/s1600/mau-cheiro.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457690487494384962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/S72clREhnUI/AAAAAAAABx8/cns-k1KNjbs/s400/mau-cheiro.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma coisa que eu gostava de saber...porque raio é que as pessoas cheiram mal pela manhã?...06.30 ...transporte público...e já tem gente que tresanda a suor e ...a bebida...é algo que me intriga....será que não pagaram a conta da água? ou estão a poupar no gel de banho?...quando à bebida...optem pela vodka não deixa vestígios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE A BATH FOLKS AND DRINK LESS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/8994805060698223663-3129937115331199308?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/3129937115331199308/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=3129937115331199308' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/3129937115331199308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/3129937115331199308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2010/04/tomem-um-ducheplease.html' title='Tomem um Duche...PLEASE'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/S72clREhnUI/AAAAAAAABx8/cns-k1KNjbs/s72-c/mau-cheiro.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-2340444016362264709</id><published>2010-04-07T10:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T10:16:51.652+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teorias e Conspirações'/><title type='text'>Frases do Pinhal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/S7xLvKHy_CI/AAAAAAAABxw/h_j3ScvlWRg/s1600/app_full_proxy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 75px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 90px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457320122009189410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/S7xLvKHy_CI/AAAAAAAABxw/h_j3ScvlWRg/s400/app_full_proxy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou fã do Facebook, dos jogos e dos pequenos sites que por lá encontro, esta há uns dias toda feliz navegando pelo facebook quando descobri as &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Frases do Pinhal"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; colocou-me um sorriso no rosto ...algo que já estava a precisar fazer pois a minha tez já estava a ficar rígida de tanta seriedade :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....então descobri esta frase &lt;strong&gt;..&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;"...Gostas tanto e apanhas tão pouco..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; ----Uma verdade incontestável&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que esta frase é dada a piadas fáceis e trocadilhos duvidosos...por isso...No Comments :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994805060698223663-2340444016362264709?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/2340444016362264709/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=2340444016362264709' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/2340444016362264709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/2340444016362264709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2010/04/frases-do-pinhal.html' title='Frases do Pinhal'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/S7xLvKHy_CI/AAAAAAAABxw/h_j3ScvlWRg/s72-c/app_full_proxy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-6619926824489530064</id><published>2009-12-09T08:27:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-09T08:36:16.138Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os Contras da Vida...'/><title type='text'>SURPRESAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Duas surpresas...uma agradável e outra...nem por isso....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Descobri que tenho &lt;strong&gt;não 2 mas 7 dias&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;de férias&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ainda para gozar&lt;/strong&gt; de 2009 - IUPPIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;...Descobri também que &lt;strong&gt;NÃO SEI QUANDO OS PODEREI GOZAR&lt;/strong&gt;...uma vez que as cabeças que heróica e &lt;em&gt;mui&lt;/em&gt; respeitosamente decidem o destino cá do sítio ...não me deixam tirar férias quando me convêm ou eu quero... Vá se lá saber porquê... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Já pensei em escrever para o Diário da Maria para ter uma resposta que pode não ser inteligente mas sempre é alguma coisa...&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/8994805060698223663-6619926824489530064?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/6619926824489530064/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=6619926824489530064' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/6619926824489530064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/6619926824489530064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2009/12/surpresas.html' title='SURPRESAS'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-3692921310012450532</id><published>2009-12-01T21:55:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-01T22:03:07.228Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os Contras da Vida...'/><title type='text'>ABAFADOR DE ORELHAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SxWSTDJ2BhI/AAAAAAAABdk/3CF4y-DaTfg/s1600/Imagem%2520236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410391383317284370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SxWSTDJ2BhI/AAAAAAAABdk/3CF4y-DaTfg/s400/Imagem%2520236.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isto de ter colegas novos que...ainda por cima estão TODO O SANTO DIA a discutir...é dose.&lt;/div&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/8994805060698223663-3692921310012450532?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/3692921310012450532/comments/default' title='Enviar 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Sg0NhsMIEEI/AAAAAAAABIw/lhbe7AFPscY/s1600-h/E%C3%87A+DE+QUEIROZ.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335936005952770114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Sg0NhsMIEEI/AAAAAAAABIw/lhbe7AFPscY/s400/E%C3%87A+DE+QUEIROZ.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este pequeno texto foi escrito por Eça de Queirós à 140 anos...é frustrante perceber que ...nada mudou na política portuguesa...Eu cá acho que o Eça foi um iluminado, e talvez até tivesse quiçá poderes de clarividência...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este texto foi-me enviado por uma pessoa que assim como eu é uma fã desta faceta do Eça...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Sg0NhsMIEEI/AAAAAAAABIw/lhbe7AFPscY/s72-c/E%C3%87A+DE+QUEIROZ.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-7591943083792484700</id><published>2009-05-10T15:13:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T15:26:42.787+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modernices e Esquisitices'/><title type='text'>O Cão do Cristiano Ronaldo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6bf04e221ca5dff4" 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href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-cao-do-cristiano-ronaldo.html' title='O Cão do Cristiano Ronaldo'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-7882872841196515515</id><published>2009-05-03T11:07:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T11:21:06.331+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Modernices e Esquisitices'/><title type='text'>Quanto custa a Queca????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Sf1tLuZmjVI/AAAAAAAABHY/fBPmBBc2qYE/s1600-h/Img007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331537582077939026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Sf1tLuZmjVI/AAAAAAAABHY/fBPmBBc2qYE/s400/Img007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;E esta hen??? pois é ...ainda estou viva depois de uma semana infernal ...e depois de saber que na rua de Santo António em Faro (Rua do comércio da Baixa citadina) uma conhecida loja de lingerie...faz uma campanha de saldos um bocadinho estranha...será que é de propósito para atrair mais clientes???&lt;/span&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/8994805060698223663-7882872841196515515?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Sf1tLuZmjVI/AAAAAAAABHY/fBPmBBc2qYE/s72-c/Img007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-7873434187697617233</id><published>2009-04-27T07:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T07:59:50.435+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os Contras da Vida...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SfVXJ6T2CSI/AAAAAAAABGw/cOjACX5Fnb8/s1600-h/donald.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SfVXJoJXimI/AAAAAAAABGo/92Egwak5yE0/s1600-h/donald.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329261556969998946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SfVXJoJXimI/AAAAAAAABGo/92Egwak5yE0/s400/donald.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Resmas de trabalho...Colega de férias...Trabalho a triplicar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho sérias duvidas se chego viga ao fim de semana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994805060698223663-7873434187697617233?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/7873434187697617233/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=7873434187697617233' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/7873434187697617233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/7873434187697617233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SfVXJoJXimI/AAAAAAAABGo/92Egwak5yE0/s72-c/donald.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-2591085949551340659</id><published>2009-04-21T08:48:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T08:56:06.636+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica...'/><title type='text'>Take me Back to the Start...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EdBym7kv2IM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EdBym7kv2IM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta musica é uma das minhas preferidas, tanto pela música como pela letra, sei que podia ter escolhido um vídeo com a actuação dos Coldplay mas preferi partilhar convosco o letra que me lembra algo muito bonito do meu passado e o desejo de voltar a re-viver o que aconteceu...fica pelo menos a intenção :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...é o Karma :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994805060698223663-2591085949551340659?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/2591085949551340659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=2591085949551340659' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/2591085949551340659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/2591085949551340659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2009/04/take-me-back-to-start.html' title='Take me Back to the Start...'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-310354374798601514</id><published>2009-04-20T20:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:10:51.794+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os Contras da Vida...'/><title type='text'>Morto Durante 5 dias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Recebi um mail que...na minha opinião mais parece tirado de um episódio dos X-Files, o mail menciona um excerto de uma notícia publicada pelo &lt;em&gt;New York Times&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"...ninguém se apercebeu de que um dos seus empregados esteve morto sentado à sua secretária durante 5 dias sem que ninguém se preocupasse com ele, nem lhe perguntasse o que tinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O seu chefe, declarou que o funcionário era sempre o primeiro a chegar  e o último a sair, por isso ninguém estranhou que estivesse continuamente no seu lugar sem se mexer e sem dizer nada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;A autópsia revelou que o homem tinha morrido há 5 dias, vítima de um enfarte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...5 dias? o homem esteve morto 5 dias? e o mau cheiro? ninguém nota nada? incrível...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto não me deixa nada sossegada...somos 33 no meu local de trabalho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu conselho é que... vez em quando dá uma palmadinha no ombro do teu colega e pergunta-lhe, nem que seja pela mãe ou pela avó.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sejas o primeiro a chegar, nem o último a sair, porque... NINGUÉM SE IMPORTA COM ISSO!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&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/8994805060698223663-310354374798601514?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/310354374798601514/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=310354374798601514' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/310354374798601514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/310354374798601514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2009/04/morto-durante-5-dias.html' title='Morto Durante 5 dias...'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-8266048002262761357</id><published>2009-04-14T08:04:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T08:12:36.117+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Borgas...'/><title type='text'>Don't worry is... not addictive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SeQ1p_RUszI/AAAAAAAABEo/rA54vKH9K7g/s1600-h/Hero%C3%ADna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324439654933771058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SeQ1p_RUszI/AAAAAAAABEo/rA54vKH9K7g/s400/Hero%C3%ADna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Um frasco de heroína da Bayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Entre 1890 a 1910 a heroína era divulgada como um substituto &lt;strong&gt;não viciante&lt;/strong&gt; da morfina e remédio contra tosse para crianças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabiam? eu não... Agora já consigo fazer uma ideia de como seria a adolescência dos nossos avós e tios em 2º ou 3º grau :)&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/8994805060698223663-8266048002262761357?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/8266048002262761357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=8266048002262761357' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/8266048002262761357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/8266048002262761357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-worry-is-not-addictive.html' title='Don&apos;t worry is... not addictive'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SeQ1p_RUszI/AAAAAAAABEo/rA54vKH9K7g/s72-c/Hero%C3%ADna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-5403294297494644163</id><published>2009-04-09T09:11:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T09:18:50.177+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Borgas...'/><title type='text'>Coelhinho da Pascoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Sd2t9YJgXbI/AAAAAAAABEg/3VPAwmMjCHQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322601604587740594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 382px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Sd2t9YJgXbI/AAAAAAAABEg/3VPAwmMjCHQ/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Estará ele convencido que é o Coelhinho da Páscoa? ou será o Gato da Pascoa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou será este o inicio do célebre detado...comeu gato por coelho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Páscoa...Espero voltar em breve&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/8994805060698223663-5403294297494644163?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/5403294297494644163/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=5403294297494644163' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/5403294297494644163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/5403294297494644163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2009/04/coelhinho-da-pascoa.html' title='Coelhinho da Pascoa'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Sd2t9YJgXbI/AAAAAAAABEg/3VPAwmMjCHQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-5846314586691004894</id><published>2009-03-30T08:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:43:31.994+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falando Sério...'/><title type='text'>Certo ou Errado?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SdB2-I9217I/AAAAAAAABEY/vRMaVV2cdFo/s1600-h/magalhaes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318881969855453106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SdB2-I9217I/AAAAAAAABEY/vRMaVV2cdFo/s400/magalhaes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;...comenta-se por aí que o material didáctico do Magalhães está Obsoleto e Desactualizado pois consta que as palavras estão com erros ortográficos...corrigiam-me se estou em erro mas a finalidade desta pequena maravilha anunciada com pompa e circunstância pelo nosso primeiro ministro não é ensinar as crianças???Ou será para elas descobrirem o que está errado?&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/8994805060698223663-5846314586691004894?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/5846314586691004894/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=5846314586691004894' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/5846314586691004894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/5846314586691004894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2009/03/certo-ou-errado.html' title='Certo ou Errado?'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SdB2-I9217I/AAAAAAAABEY/vRMaVV2cdFo/s72-c/magalhaes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-7540719817409709884</id><published>2009-03-16T08:15:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T08:24:31.760Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os Contras da Vida...'/><title type='text'>Os 4 Estados da vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Sb4KxJih7NI/AAAAAAAABDo/PiQ-MgCuES0/s1600-h/4+garrafas+da+vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313696449834380498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Sb4KxJih7NI/AAAAAAAABDo/PiQ-MgCuES0/s400/4+garrafas+da+vida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;E depois ainda dizem que não andamos sempre agarrados à garrafa...temos 4 garrafas para cada fase da nossa vida...&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/8994805060698223663-7540719817409709884?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/7540719817409709884/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=7540719817409709884' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/7540719817409709884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/7540719817409709884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2009/03/os-4-estados-da-vida.html' title='Os 4 Estados da vida...'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/Sb4KxJih7NI/AAAAAAAABDo/PiQ-MgCuES0/s72-c/4+garrafas+da+vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-412652442943716625</id><published>2009-03-13T09:39:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-13T09:42:11.205Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os Contras da Vida...'/><title type='text'>A Menina do Gás...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SboqAZ1vgeI/AAAAAAAABDA/-KefasGHx7U/s1600-h/gaz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312604896861585890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SboqAZ1vgeI/AAAAAAAABDA/-KefasGHx7U/s400/gaz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Normalmente não costumo inserir mais que um post por dia mas...este eu não resisti :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COM A CRISE ATÉ A MENINA DO GÁS FOI SUBSTITUÍDA&lt;/strong&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/8994805060698223663-412652442943716625?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/412652442943716625/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=412652442943716625' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/412652442943716625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/412652442943716625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2009/03/menina-do-gas.html' title='A Menina do Gás...'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SboqAZ1vgeI/AAAAAAAABDA/-KefasGHx7U/s72-c/gaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-2488347959013947488</id><published>2009-03-13T08:16:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-13T09:28:22.868Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinema e Literaturas...'/><title type='text'>The Changeling - A Troca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SbogSfa4hoI/AAAAAAAABC4/xQmAMdnrDuc/s1600-h/changeling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312594212480910978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SbogSfa4hoI/AAAAAAAABC4/xQmAMdnrDuc/s400/changeling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pois é... tal como a maioria das pessoas tenho corrido para as salas de cinema para ver os filmes que ganharam ou pelos menos foram nomeados para a Cerimónia dos Oscares 2009...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu de cinema nada percebo mas...acho que este filme devia ter ido mais além de uma mera nomeação...desde a fotografia, passando pelo argumento, e acabando no elenco...além de se tratar de uma história verídica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recomendo vivamente :)&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/8994805060698223663-2488347959013947488?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/2488347959013947488/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=2488347959013947488' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/2488347959013947488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/2488347959013947488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2009/03/changeling-troca.html' title='The Changeling - A Troca'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SbogSfa4hoI/AAAAAAAABC4/xQmAMdnrDuc/s72-c/changeling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-196484002475432005</id><published>2009-03-12T10:35:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-12T10:43:09.531Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os Contras da Vida...'/><title type='text'>Sede de Vingança</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SbjmNYKNxjI/AAAAAAAABCw/Rn_MqfF4gE4/s1600-h/Irritada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312248877981484594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SbjmNYKNxjI/AAAAAAAABCw/Rn_MqfF4gE4/s400/Irritada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Esta semana está a revelar-se especialmente comprida...ainda por cima quando chego de manha ao trabalho e vejo que alguém andou na minha ausência a &lt;strong&gt;BARALHAR&lt;/strong&gt; todos os processos que já tinha colocado em ordem... $#%"#"#@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8994805060698223663-196484002475432005?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/196484002475432005/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=196484002475432005' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/196484002475432005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/196484002475432005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2009/03/sede-de-vinganca.html' title='Sede de Vingança'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SbjmNYKNxjI/AAAAAAAABCw/Rn_MqfF4gE4/s72-c/Irritada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-3558751732852456623</id><published>2009-03-04T09:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-04T09:03:02.725Z</updated><title type='text'>Hallelujah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f2SZ-nCBmsU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f2SZ-nCBmsU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palavras para quê?&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994805060698223663-3558751732852456623?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/3558751732852456623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=3558751732852456623' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/3558751732852456623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/3558751732852456623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2009/03/hallelujah_3043.html' title='Hallelujah...'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-7411581961473228593</id><published>2009-03-02T08:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-02T09:08:30.238Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os Contras da Vida...'/><title type='text'>A Curiosidade Matou o Gato</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SaufV0j7HoI/AAAAAAAABCI/JAgJnvsXOOc/s1600-h/curioso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308511783021649538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SaufV0j7HoI/AAAAAAAABCI/JAgJnvsXOOc/s400/curioso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;... Pois é....&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;assim disse Albert Einstein: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A curiosidade é mais importante do que o conhecimento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por que raio é que as pessoas têm que ser tão curiosas ao ponto de se tornarem inconvenientes???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sabem que a curiosidade matou o gato?&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/8994805060698223663-7411581961473228593?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/7411581961473228593/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=7411581961473228593' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/7411581961473228593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/7411581961473228593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2009/03/curiosidade-matou-o-gato.html' title='A Curiosidade Matou o Gato'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SaufV0j7HoI/AAAAAAAABCI/JAgJnvsXOOc/s72-c/curioso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-2513735539922971741</id><published>2009-02-19T08:38:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-19T08:50:02.640Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falando Sério...'/><title type='text'>Escolhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SZ0aua5yMDI/AAAAAAAABBg/1-ikM1sHC9s/s1600-h/duvidas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304425320910303282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SZ0aua5yMDI/AAAAAAAABBg/1-ikM1sHC9s/s400/duvidas.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A vida é feita de escolhas, tudo no nosso dia-a-dia se resume às escolhas que fazemos, sejam elas a simples cor, forma e ou modelo do que vestimos, seja o livro que lemos ou o que decidimos tomar ao pequeno almoço, passamos o dia a fazer escolhas que condicionam o resto no dia e as escolhas que se seguem, umas escolhas condicionam as outras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fazemos&lt;/span&gt; isto todos os dias e está de tal forma mecanizado em nós que nem nos apercebemos...mas Todos nós, em determinadas alturas da nossa vida nos vemos confrontados com escolhas que são mais &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;difíceis&lt;/span&gt; de fazer e que condicionam não só o dia-a-dia, como &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;também&lt;/span&gt; o nosso futuro e o futuro de quem nos rodeia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essas são as decisões que são normalmente feitas com mais calma e por vezes recorrendo a amigos, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;confidente&lt;/span&gt;, família ou psicanalistas...e o resultado dessas escolhas pode levar-nos a ter uma vida um pouco melhor ou...pelo contrário, se a escolha se revelar a errada, podemos ter uma vida pior, com mais &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;stress&lt;/span&gt; e causar menos qualidade de vida a quem nos rodeia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma coisa que sempre me preocupou...Todos temos escolha é uma verdade mas quando é que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sabemos&lt;/span&gt; que estamos a fazer a escolha certa??? Como sabemos que não nos estamos a precipitar para algo que nos irá magoar, a nós e aos que nos são próximos, a médio ou logo prazo?? ...é uma coisa que me assusta verdadeiramente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994805060698223663-2513735539922971741?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/2513735539922971741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=2513735539922971741' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/2513735539922971741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/2513735539922971741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2009/02/escolhas.html' title='Escolhas'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SZ0aua5yMDI/AAAAAAAABBg/1-ikM1sHC9s/s72-c/duvidas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-6876308892918929328</id><published>2009-02-18T08:10:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-18T08:29:52.805Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falando Sério...'/><title type='text'>Mais um passo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SZvEIYs0FyI/AAAAAAAABAc/yRlNlUHJBiw/s1600-h/Canon+400D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304048634507302690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SZvEIYs0FyI/AAAAAAAABAc/yRlNlUHJBiw/s400/Canon+400D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; ...Pois é... Sábado passado, dia 14 de Fevereiro foi a minha última aula. Concluí a segunda parte do Curso de fotografia Digital, o Workshop de Composição,  agora só me falta a 3ª e última parte ...o Workshop de Photoshop, ainda não sei quando o farei, talvez no início do verão ...preciso de me recompor economicamente :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a conclusão de mais esta etapa subi mais um degrau para alcançar um objectivo que é Obter o Diploma do Curso de Fotografia Digital...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracem objectivos e caminhem em direcção a eles...pode demorar mas só o facto de estarem a caminhar já é uma pequena vitória...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994805060698223663-6876308892918929328?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/6876308892918929328/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=6876308892918929328' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/6876308892918929328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/6876308892918929328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2009/02/mais-um-passo.html' title='Mais um passo...'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SZvEIYs0FyI/AAAAAAAABAc/yRlNlUHJBiw/s72-c/Canon+400D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-5158873035731094972</id><published>2009-02-17T08:23:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-17T08:33:43.087Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falando Sério...'/><title type='text'>Comunicação...Ou Não</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SZp0bFuO4zI/AAAAAAAABAE/z6BJFVPq8aE/s1600-h/falta+de+comunica%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303679519923561266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SZp0bFuO4zI/AAAAAAAABAE/z6BJFVPq8aE/s400/falta+de+comunica%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando saí de casa, 6.35 da manhã estava a pensar não inserir post hoje...estava tudo calma...ao chegar ao meu local de trabalho...pronto aconteçe logo algo que me faz refletir e escrever um post para não dar em doida....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Comunicação, ou a falta dela...porque é que as pessoas não comunicam mais? se existem coisas que mudam, procedimentos que deixam de ser feitos de uma maneira para serem feitos de outra, chefes que estão ausentes por um determinado período de tempo...reuniões que já não se realizam...papéis que deixam de ser necessários...etc etc etc &lt;strong&gt;DEVEM SER COMUNICADOS AOS COLEGAS&lt;/strong&gt;...já estou tão farta da falta de comunicação entre os colegas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engraçado...se formos analisar as fofocas, os boatos e o diz que disse, esses são sempre transmitidos e ocupam uma série de tempo a serem debatidos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então porque é que as pessoas não passam menos tempo a falar na vida as outras e mais tempo a passar informação que realmente interessa????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto para mim constitui um grande mistério...&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/8994805060698223663-5158873035731094972?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/5158873035731094972/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=5158873035731094972' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/5158873035731094972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/5158873035731094972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2009/02/comunicacaoou-nao.html' title='Comunicação...Ou Não'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SZp0bFuO4zI/AAAAAAAABAE/z6BJFVPq8aE/s72-c/falta+de+comunica%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-785164319531236615</id><published>2009-02-16T08:15:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-16T08:26:37.620Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falando Sério...'/><title type='text'>S. Valentim Versus Consumo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303306493691033058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SZkhKGt59eI/AAAAAAAAA_k/-5EJ1t3IUKE/s400/namorados1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sábado, dia 14 de Fevereiro, Dia de S. Valentim e dos Namorados...até aqui tudo bem, não fosse o consumismo desenfreado que existe neste dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe actualmente um apelo ao consumismo brutal...principalmente neste dia...já ninguém se contenta em receber uma simples flor, ou algo que não seja comprado na loja mais próxima...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Será que é comprando algo que se demonstra que se gosta da pessoa que divide a vida connosco???...eu cá prefiro um gesto romântico...um beijo ou uma simples flor (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pode até ser roubada do jardim mais próximo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303306496011103442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SZkhKPXDbNI/AAAAAAAAA_s/85IimQ0TCmk/s400/rosas1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fotos retiradas da net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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/8994805060698223663-785164319531236615?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/785164319531236615/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=785164319531236615' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/785164319531236615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/785164319531236615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2009/02/s-valentim-versus-consumo.html' title='S. Valentim Versus Consumo'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SZkhKGt59eI/AAAAAAAAA_k/-5EJ1t3IUKE/s72-c/namorados1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-1160724767190445611</id><published>2009-02-13T07:59:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-13T08:26:21.682Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os Contras da Vida...'/><title type='text'>Falsidades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SZUuGQnatoI/AAAAAAAAA_U/qwT-GI3eSSA/s1600-h/Falsidade2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302194821373015682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SZUuGQnatoI/AAAAAAAAA_U/qwT-GI3eSSA/s400/Falsidade2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Foto recolhida da net&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;...Então e quando as pessoas além de graxistas são também falsas...sim além de passarem carradas de manteiga nos chefes ainda tentam prejudicar os colegas, espalhando boatos normalmente infundados...e carregando o seu trabalho nas costas dos outros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;...Que dê graxa ainda se tolera (mal mas tolera) agora que prejudique quem nada tem com o assunto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8994805060698223663-1160724767190445611?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/1160724767190445611/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=1160724767190445611' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/1160724767190445611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/1160724767190445611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2009/02/falsidades.html' title='Falsidades'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SZUuGQnatoI/AAAAAAAAA_U/qwT-GI3eSSA/s72-c/Falsidade2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-7915794334371894035</id><published>2009-02-12T08:33:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-12T08:44:37.678Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os Contras da Vida...'/><title type='text'>BOSS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SZPfJSjlZdI/AAAAAAAAA-E/2mpRr2oW6q0/s1600-h/cu+ao+chefe.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301826537038112210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SZPfJSjlZdI/AAAAAAAAA-E/2mpRr2oW6q0/s400/cu+ao+chefe.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;É triste ver ao que as pessoas chegam quando tentam cair nas boas graças do chefe, não pelo valor do seu trabalho mas pela graxa que dão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior ainda é o facto de tentarem prejudicar os colegas para que os chefes nunca duvidem do seu "&lt;em&gt;mérito e dedicação&lt;/em&gt;" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cá por mim seria assim, cada vez que os chefes tentam descarregar o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Stress&lt;/span&gt; que têm acumulado sabe-se lá porque em cima de nós...rabiosque alçado e pimba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro que há sempre que se deite para os chefes passarem mas...aqui a menina não é dessas...é mais do tipo...&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CAN&lt;/span&gt; ignore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;take&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ass&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&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/8994805060698223663-7915794334371894035?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/7915794334371894035/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=7915794334371894035' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/7915794334371894035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/7915794334371894035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2009/02/boss.html' title='BOSS'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SZPfJSjlZdI/AAAAAAAAA-E/2mpRr2oW6q0/s72-c/cu+ao+chefe.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-7721949913925110383</id><published>2009-02-11T08:05:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:22:05.585Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os Contras da Vida...'/><title type='text'>O Chefe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SZKHwDpmYYI/AAAAAAAAA98/mFWdulhmsus/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301448971051753858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SZKHwDpmYYI/AAAAAAAAA98/mFWdulhmsus/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Porque raio é que os chefes, quando a vida não lhes corre bem descarregam nos funcionáros??? sim porque nós, simples funcionários, também temos dias em que as coisas não nos correm bem e não andamos a descarregar nos chefes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Que eles estejam menos faladores, que não nos recebam no seu gabinete e que não nos digam bom dia eu até entendo, agora que assim que cheguem começam logo a GRITAR ainda por cima sem razão aparente...é um bocado chato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Quando isto me acontece, eu só consigo imaginar o chefe numa vala cheia de resíduos sólidos (para não dizer outra palavra) com uma balde e uma colher daquelas que os miúdos usam para brincar na praia e digo para mim mesma...quero que ele vá à ____com um balde para ver se apanha mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Quando o nosso local de trabalho é um bocadinho &lt;em&gt;Sui Generis&lt;/em&gt;..tipo 5ª Dimensão,  uma realidade alternativa, algo que eu ainda não entendi e acho que nunca vou entender, a nossa sanidade mental é posta à prova diariamente...Eu que vou diga... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;O Chefe é Como uma Fralda...adivinhem por quê...&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/8994805060698223663-7721949913925110383?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/7721949913925110383/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=7721949913925110383' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/7721949913925110383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/7721949913925110383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-chefe.html' title='O Chefe...'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SZKHwDpmYYI/AAAAAAAAA98/mFWdulhmsus/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-6474643945465601438</id><published>2009-02-10T08:31:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-10T08:55:33.353Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os Contras da Vida...'/><title type='text'>Mau Humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Já é mau ser terça feira...ainda faltar3 dias para o fim de semana...estar a chover ou perto disso...agora ter uma colega sempre mas sempre a queixar-se de tudo e de manda é dose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SZE-a6IfzYI/AAAAAAAAA88/8OhW709uG0g/s1600-h/stress2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301086868394200450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SZE-a6IfzYI/AAAAAAAAA88/8OhW709uG0g/s400/stress2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Há que respirar fundo, contar até &lt;strong&gt;DEZ MIL&lt;/strong&gt; e então encarar a dita cuja com um sorriso e responder algo que a faça ir embora educadamente...é que convenhamos ter de trabalhar em excesso todo o santo dia ainda vai agora ter de aturar 10 horas por dia uma colega que só sabe refilar e estar de mau humor põe qualquer um doido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SZFAQKeFPFI/AAAAAAAAA9E/_nEXGH26haI/s1600-h/george+cloney.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301088882824395858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SZFAQKeFPFI/AAAAAAAAA9E/_nEXGH26haI/s400/george+cloney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;...se começar a escrever coisas com nexo é porque enlouqueci...servir-me um &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nexpresso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; com o &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George Cloney&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; incluído.&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/8994805060698223663-6474643945465601438?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/6474643945465601438/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=6474643945465601438' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/6474643945465601438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/6474643945465601438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2009/02/mau-humor.html' title='Mau Humor'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SZE-a6IfzYI/AAAAAAAAA88/8OhW709uG0g/s72-c/stress2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-8922936604907865417</id><published>2009-02-09T13:23:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:24:55.803Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os Contras da Vida...'/><title type='text'>Office</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L2rhppHWWUc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L2rhppHWWUc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer dia isto acontece no meu local de trabalho...parecemos sardinha em lata de tão apertados que estamos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994805060698223663-8922936604907865417?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/8922936604907865417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=8922936604907865417' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/8922936604907865417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/8922936604907865417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2009/02/office.html' title='Office'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-1339605856093110862</id><published>2009-02-09T08:04:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-09T08:32:03.040Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os Contras da Vida...'/><title type='text'>Mais Chuva...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SY_nQ7vDUgI/AAAAAAAAA80/SgHFRabfIL0/s1600-h/Stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300709564537328130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SY_nQ7vDUgI/AAAAAAAAA80/SgHFRabfIL0/s400/Stress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mais um Fim de Semana chuvoso... se isto assim continua qualquer dia já não nos lembramos de como é o sol...tenho apanhado tanta chuva que qualquer dia me cresce uma horta nas costas!&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SY_nQ0c-YtI/AAAAAAAAA8s/5xPGPQmMqRQ/s1600-h/chuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300709562582459090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SY_nQ0c-YtI/AAAAAAAAA8s/5xPGPQmMqRQ/s400/chuva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Não me entendam mal eu até gosto do inverno, mas bem que podia, sendo inverno, o sol brindar-nos com a sua presença de vez em quando...é que eu necessito tirar fotos para apresentar o último trabalho de Composição Fotográfica e &lt;strong&gt;NÃO CONSIGOOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SY_nQiHtsII/AAAAAAAAA8k/O_u91UtGz08/s1600-h/beb%C3%A9+irritado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300709557661446274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SY_nQiHtsII/AAAAAAAAA8k/O_u91UtGz08/s400/beb%C3%A9+irritado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Este tempo Deprime as pessoas...já não bastava a crise senão agora também o sol resolve abandonar-nos, só quem não nos deixa são as carraças que habitam um certo edifício branco, outrora Mosteiro, perto do final da rua de S. Bento...onde os estudantes foram há alguns anos mostrar os rabiosques...essas carraças é que não nos largam e estão cada vez mais gordas por sinal..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...E isso deixa-me&lt;strong&gt; FURIOSAAAAA!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como diria o Zé Maria (Zé Ninguém do Big Brother)...Não há condições&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SY_m3jjMd0I/AAAAAAAAA8c/QYiSHbP_J90/s1600-h/beb%C3%A9+irritado.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/8994805060698223663-1339605856093110862?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/1339605856093110862/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=1339605856093110862' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/1339605856093110862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/1339605856093110862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2009/02/mais-chuva.html' title='Mais Chuva...'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SY_nQ7vDUgI/AAAAAAAAA80/SgHFRabfIL0/s72-c/Stress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-9032111341204571427</id><published>2009-02-06T08:50:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-06T09:03:42.724Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os Contras da Vida...'/><title type='text'>INVEJA</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299604351129608466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SYv6FC8x4RI/AAAAAAAAA7k/tmv_hYZzXao/s400/Inveja1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SYv6FIHcCcI/AAAAAAAAA7s/MDLooVkMWhg/s1600-h/inveja2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299604352516491714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SYv6FIHcCcI/AAAAAAAAA7s/MDLooVkMWhg/s400/inveja2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Pois é hoje decidi escrever sobre a inveja, talvez porque tenho convivido de perto com ela nas ultimas semanas, não eu mas alguém que eu conheço e iniciou agora funções num determinado Instituto Público é algo de inveja de alguns colegas...pelo facto de ser simpática, bonita e principalmente por gostar de aprender coisas novas e de se esforçar no trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vá lá uma pessoa entender isto, se não trabalhamos dizem que somos uns &lt;em&gt;calões&lt;/em&gt; que não queremos fazer nenhum, se nos esforçamos e tentamos desempenhar bem as nossas funções despertamos sentimentos pouco agradáveis nos colegas que cedo começam a dizer que queremos é impressionar o chefe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro que depois existem aqueles que são os &lt;em&gt;"queridinhos do chefe"&lt;/em&gt; e que se sentem subitamente ameaçados por outros que só querem desempenhar as funções para as quais foram contratados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Quem inveja não melhora assim diz a minha mãe e eu tendo a concordar com ela. A inveja é um sentimento muito negro, faz com que as pessoas não andem para a frente nem quem inveja nem quem é invejado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...That's Life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fotos recolhidas na net&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/8994805060698223663-9032111341204571427?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/9032111341204571427/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=9032111341204571427' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/9032111341204571427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/9032111341204571427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2009/02/inveja.html' title='INVEJA'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SYv6FC8x4RI/AAAAAAAAA7k/tmv_hYZzXao/s72-c/Inveja1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-5058765387462096638</id><published>2009-01-21T21:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:50:14.315Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falando Sério...'/><title type='text'>Esperando por ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pois é, já comecei o Workshop de composição fotográfica. Já apresentei o 1º trabalho que consistiu em elaborar 6 auto retratos e 6 fotos de um lugar à nossa escolha, até aí tudo bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pior é que depois visualizamos os trabalhos em plena aula...com os comentários do formador...foi um pouco embaraçoso principalmente na parte dos auto retratos mas pronto...podia ser pior...o pessoal esteve todo à altura da situação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fica uma fas fotos que apresentei na aula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293867093632322770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SXeYEtQVjNI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Xq-0y3I4Bkc/s400/Banco+de+Jardim1-AR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994805060698223663-5058765387462096638?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/5058765387462096638/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=5058765387462096638' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/5058765387462096638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/5058765387462096638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2009/01/esperando-por-ti.html' title='Esperando por ti...'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SXeYEtQVjNI/AAAAAAAAA5c/Xq-0y3I4Bkc/s72-c/Banco+de+Jardim1-AR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-1137923509156716937</id><published>2009-01-04T21:20:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:33:12.186Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os Contras da Vida...'/><title type='text'>O Novo Ano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SWEqXhZoYMI/AAAAAAAAA3k/BpU0MkccCxY/s1600-h/regresso+ao+trabalho.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SWEojc4ZprI/AAAAAAAAA3M/eJMWksJ-GUE/s1600-h/fogoartificio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287552027022960306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SWEojc4ZprI/AAAAAAAAA3M/eJMWksJ-GUE/s400/fogoartificio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pois é o ano de 2008 já era...agora que o 2009 ainda é bebé estamos todos a tentar adoptar novas tácticas para o próximo ano, ser mais tolerante, mais simpático, menos exigente, etc etc...claro que estas resoluções de ano novo são sol de pouca dura e depois voltamos todos ao que éramos em 2008. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SWEqqdz9AQI/AAAAAAAAA3s/jx3sHHdO854/s1600-h/regresso+ao+trabalho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287554346555080962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SWEqqdz9AQI/AAAAAAAAA3s/jx3sHHdO854/s400/regresso+ao+trabalho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E por falar em voltar ao mesmo...amanhã (re)começa o trabalho...as pilhas de folhas, os telefonemas das pessoas mal humoradas e descontentes, os chefes a exigirem de mais, os objectivas que mais uma vez vão ter de ser cumpridos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiiiiiiii.....quero a minha mãeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8994805060698223663-1137923509156716937?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/1137923509156716937/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=1137923509156716937' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/1137923509156716937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/1137923509156716937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-novo-ano.html' title='O Novo Ano'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SWEojc4ZprI/AAAAAAAAA3M/eJMWksJ-GUE/s72-c/fogoartificio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-5428276336609594238</id><published>2009-01-03T23:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-03T23:50:42.856Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falando Sério...'/><title type='text'>Para a Posteridade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SV_499nV7AI/AAAAAAAAA1k/xFLGIi-cMiw/s1600-h/ModeloP%26B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287218230951537666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SV_499nV7AI/AAAAAAAAA1k/xFLGIi-cMiw/s400/ModeloP%26B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;E Pronto...aqui está uma foto resultado da aula prática em estúdio que fiz no Workshop de Técnica Fotográfica...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vou iniciar outro Workshop de Composição Fotográfica no próximo dia 10...vamos lá ver como é que corre ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994805060698223663-5428276336609594238?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/5428276336609594238/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=5428276336609594238' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/5428276336609594238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/5428276336609594238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2009/01/para-posteridade.html' title='Para a Posteridade...'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SV_499nV7AI/AAAAAAAAA1k/xFLGIi-cMiw/s72-c/ModeloP%26B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-7201352912320620848</id><published>2008-12-28T18:47:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-28T18:58:44.591Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os Contras da Vida...'/><title type='text'>Fim de Ano? BAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SVfKQ7AXHMI/AAAAAAAAA08/8LO3G4t2t2Q/s1600-h/excessotrabalho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284915079808490690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SVfKQ7AXHMI/AAAAAAAAA08/8LO3G4t2t2Q/s320/excessotrabalho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é o ano está a chegar ao fim e enquanto muitas pessoas brincam e preparam a entrada no novo ano...outros &lt;strong&gt;TRABALHAM FEITO DOIDOS&lt;/strong&gt;...mas por que raio é que os chefes no final do ano é que se lembram de fazer índices de produtividade??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passam 11 meses a não fazer nenhum e depois...último mês do ano lembram-se que o trabalho existe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SVfL_r7uupI/AAAAAAAAA1M/nrq_FgvbMZo/s1600-h/excesso+de+trabalho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284916982728014482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SVfL_r7uupI/AAAAAAAAA1M/nrq_FgvbMZo/s320/excesso+de+trabalho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...a continuar a trabalhar a este ritmo acho que este vai ser o meu estado daqui a alguns anos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELP  MEEEEEEEEE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994805060698223663-7201352912320620848?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/7201352912320620848/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=7201352912320620848' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/7201352912320620848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/7201352912320620848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2008/12/fim-de-ano-bah.html' title='Fim de Ano? BAH'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SVfKQ7AXHMI/AAAAAAAAA08/8LO3G4t2t2Q/s72-c/excessotrabalho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-1245870730376126014</id><published>2008-11-23T14:38:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-23T14:52:13.949Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os Contras da Vida...'/><title type='text'>Final do Workshop...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabou ontem o meu Workshop sobre técnica fotográfica...pelo menos agora já sei mexer melhor na minha Cannon 400D, apesar de ainda ter tanta coisa para aprender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;formou-se ali um grupinho porreiro, agora só para 10 de Janeiro é que começamos com o 2º Workshop que compõe o curso de fotografia digital, o workshop de composição fotográfica, a maior parte do grupo vai estar junta, tirando 3 ou 4 que conseguiram inscrever-se na 1ª fase e que já nos disseram para nos prepararmos para a humilhação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é parece que é a doer o próximo Workshop, mas se encararmos as coisas pelo lado positivo será uma ...&lt;strong&gt;Humilhação Colectiva&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994805060698223663-1245870730376126014?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/1245870730376126014/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=1245870730376126014' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/1245870730376126014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/1245870730376126014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2008/11/final-do-workshop.html' title='Final do Workshop...'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-7881958753861793331</id><published>2008-11-17T20:58:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:28:48.836Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os Contras da Vida...'/><title type='text'>Não é Justo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SSHbLgWahbI/AAAAAAAAAxk/4bCRoEkyrU8/s1600-h/segunda+feira1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269734029709182386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SSHbLgWahbI/AAAAAAAAAxk/4bCRoEkyrU8/s320/segunda+feira1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;...Segunda Feira...que caraças porque raio é que inventaram a segunda feira? Só pode ter sido para nós sentirmos na pele o tamanho da ressaca do fim de semana...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não é justo...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994805060698223663-7881958753861793331?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/7881958753861793331/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=7881958753861793331' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/7881958753861793331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/7881958753861793331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-justo.html' title='Não é Justo...'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SSHbLgWahbI/AAAAAAAAAxk/4bCRoEkyrU8/s72-c/segunda+feira1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-6999961155584896021</id><published>2008-11-15T18:02:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-11-15T18:29:16.128Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falando Sério...'/><title type='text'>Estúdio Versus Modelos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SR8Rm3kDe5I/AAAAAAAAAxE/nSrpSLwpAZQ/s1600-h/moda1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268949448494644114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SR8Rm3kDe5I/AAAAAAAAAxE/nSrpSLwpAZQ/s320/moda1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SR8RanPdhBI/AAAAAAAAAw8/V2ZgxGml5Z4/s1600-h/moda1.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é...estou a concluir o meu Workshop de Técnica Fotográfica. Hoje foi a aula prática de estúdio, estive a fotografar dois modelos, um feminino e outro masculino, em estúdio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rapariga apesar de se mexer pouco deu umas fotos porreiras, o rapaz estava tão pouco à vontade que eu tive que me desfazer em parvoiçes para ver se o rapaz relaxava um pouco, para assim conseguir arrancar uma expressão menos forçada...atribuo isso à pouca idade do rapaz (prai uns 16 anos)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É muito interessante, o problema é que as ideias para fazermos coisas engraçadas só nos começam a bater à porta quando já estamos a mais de meio quilómetro do estúdio »:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...mas...perfeçionismos à parte e enquadramentos menos perfeitos até acho que correu bem :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na próxima semana vou fazer um pequeno exame para testar o que aprendi. Passou tão depressa este tempo...a 2ª parte começa a 10 de Janeiro, o Workshop de Composição Fotográfica...para ver se corrijo os meus enquadramentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto vou continuar a fotografar, agora tirando mais partido da minha Cannon 400 e sem ser no automático. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994805060698223663-6999961155584896021?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/6999961155584896021/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=6999961155584896021' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/6999961155584896021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/6999961155584896021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2008/11/estdio-versus-modelos.html' title='Estúdio Versus Modelos'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SR8Rm3kDe5I/AAAAAAAAAxE/nSrpSLwpAZQ/s72-c/moda1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-8543308396664455593</id><published>2008-10-06T13:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T13:10:49.432+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinema e Literaturas...'/><title type='text'>Movie without Popcorns...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SOn_Xm-HgUI/AAAAAAAAAn0/qhqE50S0qDM/s1600-h/200px-Mirrorsposter08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254011221367554370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SOn_Xm-HgUI/AAAAAAAAAn0/qhqE50S0qDM/s320/200px-Mirrorsposter08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SOn_JWvfC6I/AAAAAAAAAns/i3od-9dScTA/s1600-h/200px-Mirrorsposter08.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinopse:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ben Carson (Kiefer Sutherland) já viu melhores dias. Já faz quase um ano que este ex-polícia instável foi suspenso por ter disparado fatalmente sobre outro polícia. Um acidente que não só lhe custou o trabalho, como contribuiu para o alcoolismo, causando o afastamento da sua esposa e filhos e levando-o a mudar-se para casa da sua irmã. Desesperado por voltar a endireitar a sua vida e unir novamente a sua família, Carson aceita um trabalho como segurança nocturno nas ruínas de um armazém destruído por um incêndio gigantesco que ceifou inúmeras vidas inocentes. Enquanto Carson patrulha os escombros queimados e misteriosos do armazém, ele começa a aperceber-se de algo sinistro acerca dos espelhos que adornam as paredes do espaço. Reflectidas na superfície brilhante estão imagens horríveis que o paralisam. Para além de reflectirem imagens chocantes do passado, os espelhos parecem estar a manipular também a realidade. Quando Carson vê o seu próprio reflexo a ser torturado, ele sofre os efeitos psicológicos das suas visões fragmentadas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem, por ser domingo, foi noite de cinema, este foi o filme de eleição, primeiro porque gosto do género, apesar de ser um remake, segundo porque o principal actor é o Kiefer Sutherland e eu gosto bastante do trabalho dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recomendo o filme, pela história, interpretação e efeitos especiais, pela forma como acaba deixa no ar um certo "cheiro2 a continuação...esperemos que seja tão bom como o primeiro.&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/8994805060698223663-8543308396664455593?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/8543308396664455593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/8543308396664455593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2008/10/movie-without-popcorns.html' title='Movie without Popcorns...'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SOn_Xm-HgUI/AAAAAAAAAn0/qhqE50S0qDM/s72-c/200px-Mirrorsposter08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-8133879613262620050</id><published>2008-10-05T13:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T13:15:07.301+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falando Sério...'/><title type='text'>Aprendendo a Fotografar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SOitwc3TvdI/AAAAAAAAAnU/gx_frk0pzuk/s1600-h/Cannon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253640013221182930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SOitwc3TvdI/AAAAAAAAAnU/gx_frk0pzuk/s320/Cannon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Gosto muito de fotografar...é um hobby que tenho há vários anos, tudo começou com um passeio que fiz durante umas férias com uma amiga minha, ele levou uma camera e eu fotografei as coisas que via e que achava bonitas...desde aí nunca mais parei...tenho neste momento uma Cannon 400D, e uma compacta da Sony Cyber-Shot para levar na mala e fotografar o quotidiano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou neste momento a frequentar um workshop sobre Técnica Fotográfica no INF, e digo-vos que estou a aprender imenso, realmente fotografar é ainda mais interessando do que eu pensava, estou surpreendida pela quantidade de termos e técnicas usadas para fotografar em consciência...ainda estou muito no inicio do workshop, estou ansiosa pela próxima aula que vai ser em laboratório :)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-vos aqui um conselho ...quando gostam de uma coisa não desistam, tentem aprender e quando estiverem em condições invistam, mesmo pouco que seja para saberem...corram atrás dos vossos sonhos sejam eles hobbys ou não...lembren-se que o pior de não conseguir é nem sequer ter tentado :)&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/8994805060698223663-8133879613262620050?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/8133879613262620050/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=8133879613262620050' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/8133879613262620050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/8133879613262620050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2008/10/aprendendo-fotografar.html' title='Aprendendo a Fotografar...'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SOitwc3TvdI/AAAAAAAAAnU/gx_frk0pzuk/s72-c/Cannon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-2798954542559246458</id><published>2008-10-02T23:27:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T12:59:18.493+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falando Sério...'/><title type='text'>Magia do Beijo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SOVLB-ckTqI/AAAAAAAAAm0/3vyW9YinwIM/s1600-h/beijo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252687037712322210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SOVLB-ckTqI/AAAAAAAAAm0/3vyW9YinwIM/s320/beijo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Quando pensamos nas pessoas que já passaram pela nossa vida, normalmente o que mais recordamos são os beijos...Porquê? porque é que os beijos são um afrodiziaco tão forte? o saber excitante, a forma convidativa, os movimentos sugestivos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu por mim acho que os beijos são a forma mais erótica de flirtar sem ser desleal com o companheiro(a) de toda uma vida, e no entanto, são também o que de mais forte fica de um encontro seja ele ocasional ou algo pensado e alimentado...e por isso mesmo temido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostaria que alguém me explicasse porque é que pensamos em ser beijadas...e recordamos com tanto carinho esses beijos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois fiquem a saber que: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Durante o beijo você movimenta 29 músculos, dos quais 17 são da língua, os batimentos- cardíacos aceleram, vão de 60 a 150, fazendo uma espécie de exercício para o coração, um beijo caprichado gasta em média 12 calorias, se você beijar muito pode perder alguns quilinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Só me resta dizer a todas as mulher que...beijem, beijem muito e sobretudo ...beijem bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&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/8994805060698223663-2798954542559246458?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/2798954542559246458/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=2798954542559246458' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/2798954542559246458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/2798954542559246458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2008/10/magia-do-beijo.html' title='Magia do Beijo'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SOVLB-ckTqI/AAAAAAAAAm0/3vyW9YinwIM/s72-c/beijo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-3349279020273846882</id><published>2008-09-25T00:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T00:06:22.821+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os Contras da Vida...'/><title type='text'>a 5ª Dimensão ...dos Marretas</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V76GrbEfVqI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V76GrbEfVqI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há coisas para as quais não tenho explicação...eu achava que a minha vida era estranha mal sabia eu o que me aguardava...uma outra dimensão, é assim que eu defino o sítio onde passo sete horas por dia...aquele que TENHO que manter porque necessito de pagar as contas, pois é ...o local onde trabalho...é um autentico Show dos Marretas...e eu que pensava que era louca ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994805060698223663-3349279020273846882?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-5219823504612301547</id><published>2008-09-22T09:39:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:34:07.942+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os Contras da Vida...'/><title type='text'>Ninguém Merece...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SNdaHMIiVkI/AAAAAAAAAlc/k2jg-TrZcAg/s1600-h/segunda+feira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248762970286216770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SNdaHMIiVkI/AAAAAAAAAlc/k2jg-TrZcAg/s320/segunda+feira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SNdZ-9Q2RQI/AAAAAAAAAlU/uHzzX3wOOKw/s1600-h/segunda+feira.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Consegui arrastar-me até ao trabalho...acho que deviam abolir as segundas feiras do calendário dos trabalhadores...deve ser assim uma espécie de prolongamento do fim de semana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realmente NINGUÉM merece trabalhar à segunda feira...Proponho que todas as segundas feiras sejam consideradas feriado Mundial...Universal ...ou até mesmo...Intergaláctico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/8994805060698223663-5219823504612301547?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/5219823504612301547/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=5219823504612301547' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/5219823504612301547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/5219823504612301547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2008/09/ningum-merece.html' title='Ninguém Merece...'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SNdaHMIiVkI/AAAAAAAAAlc/k2jg-TrZcAg/s72-c/segunda+feira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-6653678226941900874</id><published>2008-09-21T18:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:43:13.753+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os Contras da Vida...'/><title type='text'>Fim de Férias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SNaGiiviPaI/AAAAAAAAAlE/NcuPEQKRsYI/s1600-h/ferias_volta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248530343746747810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SNaGiiviPaI/AAAAAAAAAlE/NcuPEQKRsYI/s320/ferias_volta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pois é...Já se acabaram as férias, estou de regresso aos horários, às preocupações laborais, à lida da casa, resumidamente aos trabalhos forçados que são o castigo de qualquer mortal que não tenha nascido rico ou cujo golpe do baú tenha falhado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regressei Sábado à noite e hoje, Domingo o chamado dia do descanso já me fartei de trabalhar, tive de dar uma de Fada do Lar à força porque se assim não fosse estaria neste momento a escrever de uma pocilga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem vou iniciar a ultima fase dos trabalhos forçados a partir do lar...até amanhã&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/8994805060698223663-6653678226941900874?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/6653678226941900874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/6653678226941900874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2008/09/fim-de-frias.html' title='Fim de Férias'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SNaGiiviPaI/AAAAAAAAAlE/NcuPEQKRsYI/s72-c/ferias_volta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-3148715952998984496</id><published>2008-09-04T13:39:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T14:05:37.186+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Borgas...'/><title type='text'>Férias...Finalmente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SL_W-yj9MWI/AAAAAAAAAkU/CNHIDBeGlos/s1600-h/covas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242144865495363938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" height="125" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SL_W-yj9MWI/AAAAAAAAAkU/CNHIDBeGlos/s320/covas.jpg" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;....Estou de Abalada para o Norte, mais concretamente Vouzela, Aldeia de Covas, vou carregar baterias e...como ser pensante que sou... reflectir...antes e depois do café ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pequenos socalcos atestam a vida rural das aldeias no interior&lt;/strong&gt; da Serra do Caramulo, como é o caso da Aldeia de Covas (na imagem) ou do Fornelo do Monte. São locais onde os típicos sons rurais ecoam pela serrania, misturando-se por vezes, nos dias mais agrestes, com o silvo do vento que desce montanha abaixo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Texto e Foto retirados do site Rotas &amp;amp; Destinos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SL_cmfpq_7I/AAAAAAAAAkk/L1jPO2fVX0g/s1600-h/Olh%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242151045171969970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SL_cmfpq_7I/AAAAAAAAAkk/L1jPO2fVX0g/s320/Olh%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;..Destino que se segue...Algarve, mais concretamente Tavira Quinta da Maragota, onde vou aproveitar para descontrair e...preparar-me psicologicamente para o regresso ao trabalho...trazendo no bolso conclusões ilógicamente lógicas...posto isto...Tchauzinhoooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994805060698223663-3148715952998984496?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/3148715952998984496/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=3148715952998984496' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/3148715952998984496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/3148715952998984496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2008/09/friasfinalmente.html' title='Férias...Finalmente'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SL_W-yj9MWI/AAAAAAAAAkU/CNHIDBeGlos/s72-c/covas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-1117756008148318642</id><published>2008-09-03T08:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T08:51:39.493+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os Contras da Vida...'/><title type='text'>Insónias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SL4_iFgiPDI/AAAAAAAAAkM/xjuWub5R6kw/s1600-h/ins%C3%B3nias2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241696871132576818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" height="126" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SL4_iFgiPDI/AAAAAAAAAkM/xjuWub5R6kw/s320/ins%C3%B3nias2.jpg" width="111" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Que cena do caraças...há já alguns meses que ando com insónias, ou seja não me apetece deitar, quando finalmente vou para a cama e finalmente adormeço...passadas uma ou duas horas acordo de pesadelos meio esquisitos e sangrentos para depois passar o resto da noite numa inconstância entre o sono leve (&lt;em&gt;onde até o bater de asas de uma mosca  me acorda&lt;/em&gt;) e a consciência plena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É difícil para mim estar na cama sem sono mas...para onde vou? por vezes venho até à net outras vou ver um bocado de TV (mas os programas são tão deprimentes que até fazem chorar as pedras da calçada), normalmente fico na cama às voltas de um lado para o outro...é horrível mas pronto...o que vou eu fazer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só falta encher-me de indutores de sono ...se juntar esses aos comprimidos para as enxaquecas que tomo mas os comprimidos que tenho de tomar diariamente...bem...digamos que quando for para a &lt;em&gt;Terra das Tabu&lt;/em&gt;letas vou ficar conservadinha em químicos.&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/8994805060698223663-1117756008148318642?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/1117756008148318642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=1117756008148318642' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/1117756008148318642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/1117756008148318642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2008/09/insnias.html' title='Insónias...'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SL4_iFgiPDI/AAAAAAAAAkM/xjuWub5R6kw/s72-c/ins%C3%B3nias2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-5147838088464677419</id><published>2008-09-01T13:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T13:59:16.815+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os Contras da Vida...'/><title type='text'>Infracções...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SLvlQjnULdI/AAAAAAAAAkE/f4coWDUQnzc/s1600-h/infrac%C3%A7%C3%B5es.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241034663976512978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SLvlQjnULdI/AAAAAAAAAkE/f4coWDUQnzc/s320/infrac%C3%A7%C3%B5es.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Segunda feira, lá volto eu à minha Odisseia, dificultada pela greve da Soflusa claro. Fui de boleia com uma colega de trabalho, claro que par evitar as filas de transito tivemos de vir ao amanhecer para Lisboa, ainda era mais noite do que dia, e eu SEM TER TOMADO CAFÉ imaginem como é que eu estava...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até nem apanhamos muito transito, quer dizer, para um dia de greve, mas talvez pelo facto de muitas pessoas regressarem hoje ao trabalho e não se terem apercebido da greve, amanhã acho que já vamos apanhar mais transito, e voltamos a vir de madrugada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que me surpreendeu foram as infracções de transito que presenciei, a maior parte das pessoas metia-se à má fila na faixa ao lado, outros nem o pisca davam e...os piores talvez os que já estão a acabar o mestrado no que respeita às infracções...passarem de uma faixa para a outra por cima do traço continuo...pois é meninos...EU VI....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...AINDA BEM QUE NÃO HÁ POLÍCIA NAS VIAS RÁPIDAS...&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/8994805060698223663-5147838088464677419?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/5147838088464677419/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=5147838088464677419' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/5147838088464677419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/5147838088464677419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2008/09/infraces.html' title='Infracções...'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SLvlQjnULdI/AAAAAAAAAkE/f4coWDUQnzc/s72-c/infrac%C3%A7%C3%B5es.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-878343463560322440</id><published>2008-08-31T15:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T16:03:48.707+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os Contras da Vida...'/><title type='text'>Geração dos PC...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SLqwqn6aQMI/AAAAAAAAAjw/R-pd625lDQM/s1600-h/Problemas+com+o+PC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240695362713960642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SLqwqn6aQMI/AAAAAAAAAjw/R-pd625lDQM/s320/Problemas+com+o+PC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tal como vocês, também eu gosto das novas tecnologias informáticas, estas engenhocas captam a minha atenção e quero sempre aprender mais coisas, o problema é que existe o reverso da moeda...ou seja...quando as maquinetas, as quais nós já não sabemos viver sem, se avariam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é, ontem foi a minha vez, instalei um programa de catálogos para fotografias e não sei bem o que se passou mas apartir daí o meu PC deixou de ligar aos sites da Net e quando ligava ficava a meio das páginas ... foi um desatino, nem vos conto...o que me valeu foi a luz dos meus olhinhos que estava cá por casa e como até é jeitoso com estas maquinetas lá conseguiu depois de muita troca de tiros, arranjar o meu bichinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nestas alturas é que nos apercebemos a importância que os computadores têm na nossa vida, acho que a minha geração em vez de "Geração Rasca" como nos apelidaram  deveria chamar-se "Geração Computadoródependentes"&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/8994805060698223663-878343463560322440?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/878343463560322440/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=878343463560322440' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/878343463560322440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/878343463560322440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2008/08/gerao-dos-pc.html' title='Geração dos PC...'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SLqwqn6aQMI/AAAAAAAAAjw/R-pd625lDQM/s72-c/Problemas+com+o+PC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-2361140626692545503</id><published>2008-08-29T09:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T09:34:50.940+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os Contras da Vida...'/><title type='text'>Mais uma Greve...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SLewJw_RR1I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/9GPQQ8-F4BI/s1600-h/235.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239850373284448082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SLewJw_RR1I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/9GPQQ8-F4BI/s320/235.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Pode dizer-se que sou privilegiada porque todos os dias, atravesso o rio Tejo de Catamaran  duas vezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Nos 20 minutos que dura a travessia, aproveito para colocar as leituras em dia ou simplesmente...fecho os olhos e espero não  &lt;em&gt;"dar música de fundo ao vizinho do lado".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Pois é mas atravessar o Tejo não é só rosas...principalmente quando os trabalhadores da Soflusa resolvem fazer 3 dias de greve, pela enésima vez este ano, prejudicando imensas de pessoas sem que se saiba ao certo o que é que muda com as mais que muitas greves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;1,2 e 3 de Setembro, lá tenho eu de vir nos transportes alternativos ou então depender da boa vontade de colegas e adaptar os meus horários aos deles para vir de boleia.Senhores Administradores da Soflusa...vá lá...seguem a um acordo com os trabalhadores porque enquanto vocês fazem braço de ferro ... &lt;strong&gt;quem se lixa...é o mexilhão&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994805060698223663-2361140626692545503?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/2361140626692545503/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=2361140626692545503' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/2361140626692545503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/2361140626692545503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2008/08/mais-uma-greve.html' title='Mais uma Greve...'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SLewJw_RR1I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/9GPQQ8-F4BI/s72-c/235.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-692127069445046968</id><published>2008-08-28T12:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:05:24.655+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinema e Literaturas...'/><title type='text'>Muitas Vidas, Muitos Mestres...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SLaSJoNqfSI/AAAAAAAAAjA/sfcSQucwf0c/s1600-h/Muitas+Vidas+Muitos+Mestres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239535910603357474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SLaSJoNqfSI/AAAAAAAAAjA/sfcSQucwf0c/s320/Muitas+Vidas+Muitos+Mestres.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Histórias verídicas de regressão a vidas passadas.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como psicoterapeuta tradicional o Dr. Brian Weiss sentiu-se espantado e ao mesmo tempo céptico quando uma das suas pacientes começou a recordar traumas de vidas passadas que pareciam conter a chave para os seus pesadelos constantes e ataques de ansiedade. No entanto, esse cepticismo cedeu quando ela começou a canalizar mensagens do «espaço entre vidas» que continham revelações notáveis sobre a família do Dr. Weiss e o seu filho já falecido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usando a terapia de vidas passadas foi capaz de curar a paciente e iniciar uma nova fase da sua carreira muito mais significativa. Comovente e inspirador, este livro cativará todos aqueles que se interessam por terapia através da regressão a vidas passadas.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este livro surgiu em conversa com uma colega minha que, assim como eu, também se interessa por este tipo de assuntos. Ela já o tinha lido e disse maravilhas do livro, então eu resolvi que devia descobrir por mim e pedi-lhe o livro emprestado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devo dizer-lhes que...foi um dos melhores livros que li sobre o assunto, penso que acreditando que todos nós já vivemos antes e que voltamos a "ocupar" outros corpos quando estamos prontos para voltar a este mundo, consigo lidar melhor com a morte terrena e com a falta de sinto das pessoas queridas que já não estão comigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem acredita nesta teoria deveria ler este livro, porque além de ser escrito por um psiquiatra, relata um caso em concreto que além de ajudar a paciente, mudou a vida e a maneira de ver as coisas do próprio psiquiatra.&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/8994805060698223663-692127069445046968?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/692127069445046968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=692127069445046968' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/692127069445046968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/692127069445046968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2008/08/muitas-vidas-muitos-mestres.html' title='Muitas Vidas, Muitos Mestres...'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SLaSJoNqfSI/AAAAAAAAAjA/sfcSQucwf0c/s72-c/Muitas+Vidas+Muitos+Mestres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-4777469527896697951</id><published>2008-08-27T13:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T14:04:25.213+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os Contras da Vida...'/><title type='text'>HIERARQUIAS COM BATERIAS CARREGADAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SLVQgxxkWgI/AAAAAAAAAio/TTcykuPKF3E/s1600-h/garfield.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239182265562716674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SLVQgxxkWgI/AAAAAAAAAio/TTcykuPKF3E/s320/garfield.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Isto de se ter férias é fabulástico, ...melhor ainda o chefe estar de férias...o que não é assim tão bom é o facto dos chefes chegarem de férias com as baterias &lt;strong&gt;TODAS&lt;/strong&gt; carregadas e descarregarem trabalho...&lt;em&gt;e mais trabalho...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E MAIS TRABALHO&lt;/strong&gt; em cima de nós...pobre funcionários que &lt;strong&gt;AINDA NÃO&lt;/strong&gt; tivemos férias. Deixando-nos a todos à beira de um Ataque de Nervos...ainda por cima com esta coisa da avaliação de desempenho...objectivos e competências...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O Nosso objectivo já é aturar os chefes e as nossas competências...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;bem desde que não seja servir o café ou...como já me aconteceu no passado desligar o ar condicionado de Sua Exª ...:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Realmente...&lt;strong&gt;NÃO HÁ CONDIÇÕES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994805060698223663-4777469527896697951?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/4777469527896697951/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=4777469527896697951' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/4777469527896697951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/4777469527896697951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2008/08/hierarquias-com-baterias-carregadas.html' title='HIERARQUIAS COM BATERIAS CARREGADAS'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SLVQgxxkWgI/AAAAAAAAAio/TTcykuPKF3E/s72-c/garfield.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-4291828560061420809</id><published>2008-08-26T08:32:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T08:42:12.440+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falando Sério...'/><title type='text'>20 Anos Sem Carlos Paião...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uNM5SnpJf_o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uNM5SnpJf_o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D1fCs_2WBis&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D1fCs_2WBis&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há 20 anos o mundo ficou mais pobre...há 20 anos morreu Carlos Paião...quem não se lembra das músicas dele a tocar na rádio? ou a representação que fez de Portugal no Festival da Eurovisão? Ou ainda das canções interpretadas a meia com o Herman José?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma figura da musica portuguesa que para sempre ficará na minha memória, cresci a ouvir a "Cinderela", o "PlayBack"ou "Os Versos de Amor" entre outros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso mesmo, e porque acho que o Carlos Paião merece ser recordado escolhi as duas musicas que mais recordações me trazem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como alguém um dia disse... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Mundo ficou mais pobre mas o Ceu ganhou um anjo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994805060698223663-4291828560061420809?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/4291828560061420809/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=4291828560061420809' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/4291828560061420809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/4291828560061420809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2008/08/20-anos-sem-carlos-paio.html' title='20 Anos Sem Carlos Paião...'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-7447198537923178929</id><published>2008-08-25T13:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T13:54:55.053+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinema e Literaturas...'/><title type='text'>Filme Escolhido...A Ultima Legião</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SLKpQ2pVhwI/AAAAAAAAAig/XvY4DpAwlvk/s1600-h/fotocapa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238435423597201154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SLKpQ2pVhwI/AAAAAAAAAig/XvY4DpAwlvk/s320/fotocapa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SLKpLbv2ZHI/AAAAAAAAAiY/tpXuD2IGZ1c/s1600-h/fotocapa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Todos conhecem a lenda de Rei Arthur, mas ninguém sabe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;como tudo começou. Numa batalha devastadora, o antigo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Império Romano é destruído por rebeldes e o único sobrevivente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;da dinastia de César é o pequeno Romulus, um garoto de 12 anos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; que é capturado e exilado num verdadeira fortaleza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lá, guiado pelo mago Ambrosinus, ele encontra uma misteriosa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;espada, que segundo a lenda dará força e poder à pessoa que empunhá-la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Agora ele poderá retomar seu Império e, com a ajuda da Última Legião,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; reconquistar a tão sonhada liberdade de seu povo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SLKpAiVfRLI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/tHkyT5rgVrU/s1600-h/fotocapa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nada como uma sessão de cinema em casa para acabar um fim de semana. pois é, escolhi o filme A Ultima Legião por ser um filme que fala sobre a lenda do Rei Artur...sobre o começo da lenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem bons actores tais como Colin Firth, Ben Kingsley, Aishwarya Rai, e o pequeno grande actor  Thomas Sangster, e tem uma boa fotografia, apesar disso penso que as cenas das batalhas pouco reais e o fim do filme um pouco apressado, penso que poderia ter sido mais explorado, este é a minha opinião apesar de leiga na matéria :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de tudo, faço um balanço positivo, para quem quer passar um bom bocado, e para quem gosta de filme do género.&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/8994805060698223663-7447198537923178929?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/7447198537923178929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/7447198537923178929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2008/08/filme-escolhidoa-ultima-legio.html' title='Filme Escolhido...A Ultima Legião'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SLKpQ2pVhwI/AAAAAAAAAig/XvY4DpAwlvk/s72-c/fotocapa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-3348493503748621405</id><published>2008-08-24T14:24:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T08:47:40.581+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os Contras da Vida...'/><title type='text'>TORN IN MY SIDE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Quem nunca não se sentiu traída pelo amor? Quem é que nunca teve um romance com um rapaz para depois descobrir que esse rapaz não valia a água que bebia?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também tive um assim no meu passado já distante, e foram precisos 3 anos (onde tinha eu a cabeça) para descobrir que ele não prestava (dãaaaaaa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pois é mandei-o plantar batatas e realmente o que queria era fugir dele e de tudo o que aquela carraça com aspecto de gente me lembrava...Era um verdadeiro poço de mentiras e acho que esta musica serve mesmo para ilustrar todos esses rapazes que se consideram os donos e senhores do mundo mas que não são senão umas baratinhas facilmente pisáveis pelas nossas botas de Salto Alto :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Esta música é para todas as Grandes mulheres que assim como eu se conseguiram livrar de autenticas carraças e conseguiram seguir em frente e encontrar pessoas mais evoluídas na escala Humana :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thorn in my side.&lt;br /&gt;You know that's all you ever were.&lt;br /&gt;A bundle of lies.&lt;br /&gt;You know that's all that it was worth...&lt;br /&gt;I should have known better&lt;br /&gt;But I trusted you at first.&lt;br /&gt;I should have known betterBut&lt;br /&gt;I got what I deserved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To run away from you&lt;br /&gt;Was all that I could do.&lt;br /&gt;To run away from you&lt;br /&gt;Was all that I could do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1OPggq7pj54&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1OPggq7pj54&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994805060698223663-3348493503748621405?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/3348493503748621405/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=3348493503748621405' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/3348493503748621405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/3348493503748621405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2008/08/torn-in-my-side.html' title='TORN IN MY SIDE...'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-5403940756587848631</id><published>2008-08-22T08:27:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T13:51:58.057+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os Contras da Vida...'/><title type='text'>Desculpe se a Minha Opinião Ofende...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SK5qmjAnKnI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Sm4rzD0zAsU/s1600-h/assalto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237240627143846514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SK5qmjAnKnI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Sm4rzD0zAsU/s320/assalto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Gosto muito de fotografar, aliás é o meu hobby, tenho máquinas objectivas, e vontade de aprender, o pouco que sei aprendi sozinha pode dizer-se que sou...autodidacta, fica bem usar um palavrão destes :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Como a maior parte das pessoas aderi também a uns poucos sites onde se colocam fotos da nossa autoria e onde comentamos fotos de outras pessoas, até aqui tudo bem, o que eu ainda não referi é a sensibilidade de certos autores quando se deparam com alguns comentários que "gostam menos" e eu até nem critico duramente, aliás muitas vezes prefiro não tecer comentários. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ontem estava eu a comentar uma foto, que até estava boa, quando o autor me enche a caixa de mails a perguntar-me porque raio é que a sua foto estava só boa e não estava muito boa???E lá estive eu, com a minha infinita paciência, a explicar delicadamente para não ferir mais ainda o ego já tão dilacerado daquele autor que nem conheço pessoalmente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Se as pessoas já acham que as fotos são fantásticas então não as colocem num site onde recebem comentários e sim num blog onde comentar não seja uma opção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;......E agora digam-me isto é atitude de gente normal?...não me parece...mas pronto...enfim...&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/8994805060698223663-5403940756587848631?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/5403940756587848631/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=5403940756587848631' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/5403940756587848631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/5403940756587848631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2008/08/desculpe-se-minha-opinio-ofende.html' title='Desculpe se a Minha Opinião Ofende...'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SK5qmjAnKnI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Sm4rzD0zAsU/s72-c/assalto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-5170032202643821875</id><published>2008-08-18T08:28:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T08:49:21.999+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinema e Literaturas...'/><title type='text'>BOOT CAMP...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SKkly1TfCdI/AAAAAAAAAf8/2eG2bSyVsmE/s1600-h/bootum8%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235757597027404242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SKkly1TfCdI/AAAAAAAAAf8/2eG2bSyVsmE/s320/bootum8%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Um grupo de adolescentes problemáticos são mandados para um programa de reabilitação em um campo remoto da ilha de Fiji. O que os pais deles acreditam é que se trata de uma luxuosa instituição em um belo ambiente natural, enquanto que na verdade se trata de um tipo de prisão e campo de treinamento militar, onde os jovem são abusados e sofrem lavagem cerebral. Porém isto está prestes a mudar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Há algumas semanas, vi num canal temático TV por cabo um documentário sobre Acampamentos para reabilitação de jovens problemáticos enviados pelos pais, a peso de ouro, para estes ditos acampamentos durante um ano, de onde regressavam completamente traumatizados e alguns com perturbações que ficaram para toda a vida, devido à violência física e psicológica desses campos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei com curiosidade e então vi este fim de semana o filme "Boot Camp" que é baseado em factos verídicos e retrata muito bem as humilhações a que os jovens são sujeitos com o objectivo de moldar o comportamento dos mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Um filme que aconselho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994805060698223663-5170032202643821875?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/5170032202643821875/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=5170032202643821875' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/5170032202643821875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/5170032202643821875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2008/08/boot-camp.html' title='BOOT CAMP...'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SKkly1TfCdI/AAAAAAAAAf8/2eG2bSyVsmE/s72-c/bootum8%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-3303551147972192901</id><published>2008-08-18T08:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T08:27:46.918+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Borgas...'/><title type='text'>Festa do Barreiro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;...Estou de rastos...este fim de semana foi movimentado, aproveitei os dias da Festa do Barreiro, onde resido e fui espreitar...o artesanato recomenda-se, muitos stands, preços acessíveis e peças bem bonitas, o resto...mas tenho uma grande curiosidade, talvez um de vós me consiga responder...nunca percebi porque é que os partidos políticos também têm de estar representados nas feiras? Não têm nada para vender, nada para expor, só se limitam a ficar ali com umas bandeiras e um televisor a fazer publicidade ao partido...não percebo o que vai este acto ajudar em alguma coisa mas pronto...decidi partilhar esta minha dúvida convosco.&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/8994805060698223663-3303551147972192901?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/3303551147972192901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=3303551147972192901' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/3303551147972192901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/3303551147972192901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2008/08/festa-do-barreiro.html' title='Festa do Barreiro...'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-1718883124274339191</id><published>2008-08-14T17:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:56:14.422+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Borgas...'/><title type='text'>FIM DE SEMANA GRANDE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SKRf3VBkG-I/AAAAAAAAAfc/2TCScFSFGPI/s1600-h/Pergunta+informatica.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o6y01hhatfc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o6y01hhatfc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o dia até nem correu mal, apesar das poucas horas de sono e da dor de cabeça que não me dá tréguas, até consegui fazer tudo o que tinha agendado para fazer hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já estou a sonhar com o fim de semana grande que está à porta, não sei ainda o que vou fazer, pelo que dizem o tempo não vai ajudar, mas também não me vou preocupar muito até porque amanhã tenho duas visitas importantes, pois é os meus pais decidiram fazer uma visitinha aqui à filhota. Vamos os 4 abanar o capacete e dar ar às pulgas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoal Bom fim de semana segunda feira estou de regresso qual urso polar numa segunda feira.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8994805060698223663-1718883124274339191?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/1718883124274339191/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=1718883124274339191' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/1718883124274339191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/1718883124274339191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2008/08/fim-de-semana-grande.html' title='FIM DE SEMANA GRANDE...'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994805060698223663.post-5734065018835111870</id><published>2008-08-14T09:33:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T10:05:09.784+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Os Contras da Vida...'/><title type='text'>Bom Dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SKPt6JaKrPI/AAAAAAAAAe8/ri3OQShdz9g/s1600-h/antesdocafe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234288775148514546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SKPt6JaKrPI/AAAAAAAAAe8/ri3OQShdz9g/s320/antesdocafe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Bom dia amigos, isto de termos de nos levantar cedo, para trabalhar não está com nada... uma pessoa vai para a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;borga&lt;/span&gt;, bebe umas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cervejolas&lt;/span&gt;, apanha o fresco da noite (agora no verão sabe bem ) e claro, só se deita por volta das 2 da manhã, até aqui tudo bem não fosse o facto de o despertador tocar impreterivelmente às 6.20 da manhã ....&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/8994805060698223663-5734065018835111870?l=etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/feeds/5734065018835111870/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8994805060698223663&amp;postID=5734065018835111870' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/5734065018835111870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8994805060698223663/posts/default/5734065018835111870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://etcecoisaetal.blogspot.com/2008/08/bom-dia.html' title='Bom Dia...'/><author><name>Marisa Caetano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14873470593812457591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/TCGuUAF0mFI/AAAAAAAACE8/evL_7txLX4c/S220/Desenho+Perfil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvXRfc1BbV8/SKPt6JaKrPI/AAAAAAAAAe8/ri3OQShdz9g/s72-c/antesdocafe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
